hands between her legs and touched herself, his cock brushing her fingers each time he powered into her.
“I need to drink from you. I can’t stand it,” he said, his fangs on her neck.
“Do not,” she said, hoping he would ignore her command. How she enjoyed making him suffer.
“You’re mine and I will take all of you,” he said, thrusting into her faster and deeper.
Feeling slight pain, she said, “Take all of me.”
And he did. Blessed Gods, her body ached for more. He was in her…drinking from her and yet, she wanted more…she needed more.
But she’d have to wait, curse the sun for keeping her apart from him, her compulsion, her everything and he was everything to her.
“Wait for me in the house, tonight,” he whispered into her ear.
Before she could answer, he disappeared.
Be safe, my love. Think of me in your sleep.
Enjoying the sun’s morning rays and feeling slightly woozy, Lela sauntered through the forest on her way to a place where berries were abundant and a river flowed with such speed she wondered if the sun had once threatened to deplete it and only leave behind dead fish and a scarred, dried floor.
Pressing her hand into her stomach, she tried to ignore hunger pangs. She had lost a fair amount of weight. A diet of berries and water was simply not enough nourishment; she needed milk, meat and bread. And Eldrich drinking from her every time they had sex, which was multiple times each night, left her buzzed, disoriented, and famished. But she couldn’t ask him to stop. Not being able to drink from her when he was having his way with her drove him absolutely mad, something that scared her and also thrilled her.
The few times he had not been able to take in her blood because she had not had enough to eat, he had confessed to wanting to hunt down another human, a woman right then and there, and bleed her right in front of Lela. In storybooks vampires were depicted as forceful and cruel beings. Blood and sex were intertwined and a vampire’s brutality came forth without remorse when it was denied either one.
But Eldrich wasn’t the only one who suffered when he couldn’t feed from her. Her orgasms were less intense. When she was with him, she became part of him and she needed to feel her very life leaving her body and into his in order to fully experience sexual ecstasy. And what’s more, he’d rush into her fiercely, causing her pain, real pain. Although she secretly admitted to liking it; she understood she was in danger. He was a strong and determined vampire who could easily lose his judgment during sex and yes, accidentally kill her.
She needed his sanity, tonight. It was her twenty-first birthday and he had promised to obey her every sexual wish. And what she wanted was for him to take her far into the forest away from the Kingdom of Barmoth where her father did not rule. She wanted Eldrich to devour her in a place unknown to her where she could forget everything…her childhood, the golden ball, the death of her mother, she wanted it all gone. She needed to escape. And in order to do so, she’d need to eat; she had no intention of prohibiting Eldrich from doing whatever he wanted to her. Her plan was to keep him inside of her all night. Blessed Gods, just thinking about him made her body vibrate. Smiling, she let the feeling run through her.
Yes, she’d gorge on fruit and prepare herself for him. Since he was an old vampire, he could go days without his fill of blood. And now that he was drinking from her, he needed even less blood.
Since they had been together, he had only hunted once. He had not shared the details of his hunt with her. Nor had she asked. Vampires only drank from humans. And when they drank for nourishment, they completely emptied their victims. The hair on her arms froze.
She pushed that knowledge to the darkest and most hidden space of her mind. She’d only focus on happiness and goodness and sexual diversions. Because if she were truthful, although
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