Ocean of Sin and Starlight Read Online Karina Halle

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
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Priest stiffens as he notices, but it’s too late. He’s too wrapped up in the taste of me on his lips to be as quick as he should be.

With a howl, I bite his ear with a savage snap, my teeth sinking into it and ripping the flesh right off.

He hollers, blood spurting, his hand going to protect himself, and I work as fast as I can, tearing down the side of his neck with my claws, ripping out muscle and sinew before I move out from under him. He tries to grab for me, but I slip out of his grasp, his hands too slick and bloody.

I don’t have any time.

I start running down the aisle, heading for the main doors, spitting out parts of his neck and ear as I go, my feet stumbling as I try to run for the first time ever.

I’m almost at the doors when I feel him behind me, panting, growling like a rabid beast, ready to take me down.

I won’t make it.

At least I tried.

He roars and tackles me from behind, and I twist in the air until he slams me down on my back, the wind knocked out of me.

His blood pours over me, dripping onto my face, and he grabs my hair, yanking it back before he goes for my neck. He bites me hard, though the pleasure is again quick to take over from the pain. He drinks from me, and I try to fight back, even though I know it’s futile, even though I wanted him to catch me. My jaws snap, and my claws rake down his back, breaking through the fabric and leaving long, bloody gashes.

He cries out and brings his mouth off my neck, fumbling for my arms with one hand while he restrains me by the neck with the other.

“Was that your plan?” he yells as he briefly lets go of my throat to tear his necklace off and flip me over on my stomach, wrapping it around my wrists behind my back. “Was that your plan this whole time, to try and seduce me so you could escape? Say the things you thought I wanted to hear?”

I’m not even trying to bite him anymore. “It wasn’t a good plan?”

“Do you want what you’re asking for?” he roars, grabbing me by the back of my neck. “Would you even know how to handle what you’re asking for?”

Before I can even try to answer, he pulls me straight off the floor by my neck, enough that I fear he might just snap it in two, like a hollow bone. My claws flail aimlessly, unable to catch the beaded necklace binding my wrists together, my teeth snapping but unable to get near him.

I wanted him to chase me, to pin me down, to throw me about and have his way with me—finally—but there’s a chance he’s so far gone with rage that he might actually kill me. Not just a tease of death, not just flirting with my demise—he might actually rip my head off, feast on my blood until I’m a dried husk, and be done with it. In moments, I might be dumped back into the sea to become food for the fish.

He takes me to the nearest pew and turns me around so the back of my legs hit it, my back arching as his grip tightens.

I stare at his eyes—wild, uncontrolled, like there’s someone else behind them, someone who doesn’t care if I live or die. The monster. I never wanted that part of him to come out.

I can only stare at him and wonder if this is it.

“Please,” I manage to whisper against his choking grip.

Please let me live.

Please let me go.

Please take care of me.

Please fuck me.

Please…love me.

I would take any of them.

And then I see clarity come into his eyes, cold at first, making their color glacial blue, like ice underwater. I see him emerge, the tortured human, the priest, even the blood-drinker.

With a deep, rumbling growl, he drags me down the pews, my bare feet barely touching the floor before he shoves me down so I’m kneeling on the bench.

“Is this what you want?” he cries out hoarsely, bringing his body behind me. He yanks up the hem of my dress until it’s bunched around my waist, my bottom bare to him. I hear him fumbling with the fabric of his pants, and my heart starts to gallop in anticipation. I’m still wet from before, but now, it’s bordering on being excessive.

“Is it?” he growls in my ear. “You like to play rough? You like to hurt and maim? Is that what you want in return?”

His breath is hot on my cheek, and I can hear the deep, rasping impatience in his voice, like he’s angrier at himself for giving in. “Do you want my cock wedged inside you until you can’t breathe? Is that enough for you? My seed dripping down your leg, my soul along with it? Is that it? Will that satisfy you?”


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