Page 56 of Darkest Heart

“Wait,” she said breathlessly. “I….” Her furrowed brows creased the skin above her nose, confusion flitting in her eyes.

“Don’t think,” I said, and sank my fangs into her neck. A moan bubbled from her as I gulped her sweet blood. Most mortals didn’t understand why we were so picky. In a pinch, we would have anyone. Blood was blood. But I was conscientious of who I fed on. Diet and environment weren’t the only things that played into the taste. Blood was the life essence of the person, and their soul influenced the energy that we consumed.

She stiffened, then finally relaxed as my venom hit her. Her eyes rolled back, but this time I wasn’t going to stop. I couldn’t. Everything about this girl was enticing. Her blood heightened my own ferocity and drive. She was electric. Filled with power. For a mortal, I was impressed.

I’d drank from her before, but not like this. Not in the throes of passion. I hated that I loved the way she held onto me, how soft she was once her guard was down.

I pulled away from her throat, leaving a trail of blood on her neck. I dragged my tongue over the splatter, cleaning my girl up, then kissed the wound. The venom worked as a pain relief for a while, so I didn’t bother healing her. The desire to become a vampire floated in the back of mine. I dreaded to think what she would do with both my venom and blood in her system.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted as she ran her fingers over the covers. I’d always envied mortals high on venom. It was like being drunk, but far better.

I smirked. “No, I don’t imagine you’ve been with another vampire.”

She ran her hand up to her throat. “I mean sex,” she said, a slight smile on her lips.

My frown deepened as she pulled me closer. “You’re a virgin?”

She nodded. I didn’t see that coming. Normally I loved taking someone who had all that suppressed sexual energy, enjoyed the feeling of them releasing it all with me. But as I looked at her worried expression, her pupils dilating as the venom slipped through her veins, I realized I didn’t want to take her virginity. Not like this. Last time she fell asleep, but now, she gazed at me with desire.

My heart skipped a beat, but she tangled her fingers with mine before I could get lost in my thoughts. Cautiously, I ran a finger down her chest, then palmed her thick breasts. Her nipples hardened against the touch.

The blood rushed away from my head and down to my dick. I hadn’t been this hard in a long time. The ache was too much. I unzipped my pants, shrugging them down my knees.

I ran my hand down her curves, appreciating every inch of her. The taste of her blood fresh on my lips tingled my tongue as I brought my lips to her nipple, breathing a hot breath against one, using my other hand to circle the other.

“Oh my gods,” she exclaimed, and I pressed my dick against the inside of her thighs, bringing it closer to her pussy, glistening with wetness. Her hips quivered as I flicked my tongue over her nipple, each moan sending me closer to the precipice.

Everything in me wanted to slide my dick deep inside her, but a hint of mortality in me paused me. I hated it.

She tried to bring her hand down, to play with herself. “No.” I grabbed her wrist. If she was going to come, it was going to me against my mouth. “I want to taste you.”

Her chest and cheeks flushed red, the sound of her gulp heavy in my ears. I grinned against her skin. Each peaked moan and thrust against me built my own orgasm without much teasing of my cock. I reached the apex of her groin and kissed the area above her clit. She thrusted herself up, lifting her ass off the bed. Slipping my hands under her, I grabbed both cheeks, pulling her closer. Digging my nails into her ass, a groan reverberated in my chest. She pushed herself against my tongue, coating it with her invigorating lubricant. “You taste beautiful,” I praised, then nipped her swollen clit between my lips. I darted my tongue to the underside. A high pitch sound escaped her as I found the sensitive area. I removed one hand pressed between her ass and the bed, and brought it down to my throbbing dick.

My eyes closed as I appreciated her moans with each caress of my tongue.

I glided my hand up and down my dick, thrusting my tongue deeper, her thighs clenching around the sides of my face. The heat of her peaking coaxed a groan from me, the sound vibrating as she tightened around my tongue. I thrusted deeper, her uneven, heavy breaths and high-pitched moans sending me over the edge.

She was perfect.

Beautiful.

Mostly, she wanted this. Wanted me.

I stroked faster, coaxing my orgasm to the tip. A bead of pre-cum slipped under my thumb against the base of my dick, groaning.

Sing for me, little warrior.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I continued to rock against my hand, feeling her orgasm throb over my lips. Slowing the thrust of my tongue, I moved alongside each pulse as her fingers curled into the covers.

The muscles in my stomach tensed as the heat intensified. My dick twitched as I came to the sounds and taste of her. I’d never heard a girl scream like that. I moaned into her folds, pressing myself against the bed, rocking as hot cum spilled onto the covers. My ass clenched, my legs jolting, hot sparks shredded through me.

My toes curled, and I moved my head, nipping the top of her thigh with my fangs as the last of the cum erupted. After a minute, I climbed off her, leaving a trail of semen on the bed.

Swallowing hard, I looked at Elizabeth, who was falling asleep, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. I covered her with the blankets. Without thinking, I pressed a kiss against the top of her head, feeling oddly vulnerable.

Panic flitted through me, drilling an ache into my chest. What the fuck was that?

I pulled on my pants and buttoned my shirt as she slept. My lips parted as I watched her, stunning under the candlelight.

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