Page 56 of Heathens

“We help each other out. You take what you want, I take what I want.” He smiles as I struggle to maintain my focus. “Are you listening?”

I nod, and he looks down at my nervous hands resting on his belt.

“Then be a good girl and take care of my cock.”

My heart is thumping wildly, a chaotic beat against my ribs. It’s those eyes, still glowing golden, and underlined by the little stain of crimson on his mouth. He might just be the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I unbuckle his belt and slowly unzip his pants, reaching in to wrap my fingers around his cock. He’s thick, his skin still cool to the touch, and it’s only moments after I make contact that his head rolls back, exposing the dark tattoos on his neck. His Adam’s apple bobs as I lick my palm and stroke him slowly, watching the muscles in his neck tense and pulse each time my thumb glides over the tip.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Just like that.”

I keep up the pace, my own thighs soaked with sweat from the anticipation of what’s coming. This entire experience hasn’t gone at all like I expected. I even liked when he fed on me, the burning sensation quickly warping into pleasure. A lot of vampires are too eager, and it’s just about dealing with the pain, but Dominic’s made the entire experience so fucking sensual.

I want this every day.

He lifts his head and his hands cup my face before he pulls me in for a deep and sensual kiss. My pussy aches, a low and desperate pulse nearly sending me over the edge.

“Need you,” I whimper against his mouth.

I pull my panties to the side so that I can sink down onto him. He growls, his tongue diving further into my mouth as he fills me up. It fucking stings, and I have to tear myself away to cry out at the ceiling as his cock nearly rips me apart.

Dominic sinks his fangs back into that same spot, and a wave of pleasure forces my hips to buck on top of him as I take him deeper and deeper until he finally bottoms out. I can feel him draining the life force right out of me, but I’m too caught up in the moment; his hands on me, his teeth in my neck, and the way his cock hits that spot deep inside of me all combines to turn me into a quivering mess. I rock my hips faster. I need more.

I’ve heard vampires are so invested because we taste better when we’re brought right to the brink of climax, but I don’t know how true that is.

Maybe I’ll ask once this is all over.

Dominic’s fangs dislodge, and a moment later his lips are locked with mine all over again. Our bodies move in tandem and one of his hands wraps around my waist, sliding down to my ass and giving it a rough squeeze. He breaks the kiss to nip at my ear with a bared fang, and I taste my own blood on my lips. Any other day I might be disgusted, but I’m too drunk on the power he has over me to care.

“I knew you were gonna be an animal the second I laid eyes on you.”

“You don’t fucking know me,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

He licks at the blood on my neck and sucks at the wound once more. The softness of his lips, the knowledge that his fangs could rip me apart at any moment, and the sting of his stubble are the perfect combination. Heat spreads down my lower back, making my toes tingle. I’m trying to control myself as much as I can, but I can feel my climax building to the point of no return.

“You think I don’t know you? Can any guy make you come just like I did last night? You were so fucking desperate for it, and I gave youexactlywhat you needed.”

Dominic snarls as he reaches up my back and unzips my dress, his fingers making quick work of the straps to free my breasts. He dips his head to swirl his tongue around each nipple, biting down gently. He lingers right on the verge of brutality and gentleness, and I let out a cry, my hips crashing against him like harsh waves against a shore. In all this bleakness, the only joy I can find is in a fucking orgasm. For a few moments, I’m not a miserable bitch who’s always looking over her shoulder, or worse, just waiting to die.

Dominic’s mouth curls into a malicious grin, his eyes glowing like the flames on a candle. I want to resist him, just because I can. Because he’s paying for two hours, and it hasn’t even been 40 minutes. My hands find his shoulders, and my hips slow right down, making big circles as his cock glides against my G-spot.

But I’m not in control for long. His fingers wrap around my throat and he pulls back, forcing me to stare straight into his eyes.

“I think I can make you scream my name.”

I like power play. I can’t deny that I’m still a little afraid of this man, of the fact that he could end my life as easily as he could whisper, but ‌I believe his promise. He won’t do anything toreallyhurt me. Not unless I ask.

Dominic bites into the top of my breast and feeds again. My head is thrown back in the chaos of it all, my body betraying me completely with his assistance. He releases my throat and squeezes my ass, bouncing me up and down on his cock.

“Oh my God!”

My head is swimming, and I can’t stop the pathetic moans and whimpers that are escaping from my lips like confession as he drinks from me. He’s leaving marks,hismarks. I’m going to be covered in bruises and puncture wounds, but the only thing I’m focused on is getting what I want.

My eyes roll back and I moan louder. His name, God’s name, the Devil’s, anything to fucking get me there. I’m aching for it.

And then it all comes to a grinding halt. He’s pulling his fangs out of me and lifting me off of him. He’s tossing me onto the seat next to him like I’m a doll. I stare up at him in confusion. There’s blood all over his mouth as he gets to his feet.

He sheds his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, exposing a heavily tattooed torso. My chest heaves, and I feel like I’ve just been ripped out of a dream.

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