Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
There were certain characteristics that vampires had, and ones that, the older we got, the harder it was to contain.
Such as pain.
I liked peoples’ pain. I liked it when someone disobeyed me so I could deliver it unto people that deserved it.
And as she wiggled her delectable little body underneath of me, I wanted so much to hurt her.
But not to cause permanent harm. To cause pain with a lot of pleasure.
I wanted to see that indecision in her eyes.
And the more I thought about it, the more that I wanted to fuck her so hard it hurt.
“Please,” she whimpered.
I dropped my mouth to her breast and slowly pulled the tiny turgid tip into my mouth, sucking it between my fangs, and biting down gently.
The moment my fangs pierced the area around her nipple, she came.
A long, drawn-out, ear-shattering scream was pulled from her throat as her pussy clenched on empty air, and I smiled against her delicate skin in satisfaction.
Her hands found my hair, and she tried to pull me away from the sensitive tip.
Even now, my saliva was mixing with her blood—bringing forth a whole slew of new feelings that were taking her over.
Her throat sounded raw as I pulled away from her.
Her scream of anger and denial was enough to cause me to smirk devilishly at her before I lined my hard cock up with her willing entrance.
“Fuck me so hard it hurts,” she ordered.
I did and quickly realized that I’d fucked up.
I should’ve taken my time. Should’ve given her what she deserved.
Then again, if I were a real gentleman, I would be giving her exactly what she should have, not what she shouldn’t.
I should be pulling away, going to my own room and never looking back.
I should be letting her live her life without my bad influencing her good.
I should be doing a lot of things, anything that didn’t have me in this woman’s bed, but I wasn’t.
I was inside of her. Shoving my dick so far inside of her that I didn’t know where I ended or she began.
I growled at the feeling of her so tight around me. Then pulled out and thrust back inside.
She cried out, and that thing, that evil thing inside of me, reared its ugly head.
I slammed myself, again and again, inside of her.
My hand curled up the side of her ass, up the soft skin of her ribs, and over her shoulder to embed itself in the soft strands of her hair that was tumbling loose around her neck.
The moment I had those long locks between my fingers, I lost it.
I flipped her and pulled her up until her back was against my chest, and my fingers in her hair and my long cock filling her full was the only thing holding her up off the bed and fucked her.
Fucked her so hard that she was crying out with each thrust of my hips.
And when I felt her start to teeter at the edge, I lowered my mouth to her neck and buried my fangs in deep.
She came around me, like a fucking clamp of muscles and flesh, and screamed until she no longer had breath to breathe.
As her life force entered my mouth and slid down my throat, I could feel myself losing control.
My heart felt like it was slamming so hard that even the neighbors could hear it, but Acadia’s was following suit.
Her hand clenched on my wrist, her tiny nails digging in and drawing blood.
Then she turned and sank those blunt human teeth into my bicep, drawing blood of her own.
My nipples pebbled, and my cock froze inside of her.
Then I was coming, filling her up with my seed and wishing she wasn’t sterile.
Something in which I knew she didn’t know.
I only knew because with the life force I was taking in, I could tell every single nuance that was wrong with her.
For instance, I knew that she ate too many sweets, and had had plenty that day.
I also knew that her heartbeat was erratic, but it wasn’t in danger of killing her anytime soon.
I knew that her monthly wasn’t but a few weeks off, and I also knew that she had irreparable damage to her fallopian tubes—trauma in which she likely experienced the night she’d gotten into the wreck when she was with her friends.
I’d love to see her swell with my seed.
My abs tightened at the erotic picture of her swollen with my child.
Forcing myself to stop taking from her, I ripped my mouth away and shouted my release to the ceiling, eyes closing tight as I did.
Words left my lips in a fast and furious rush, but I wouldn’t know until much later that they weren’t ones I’d said in over a hundred years.
CHAPTER 12
Why is sex so frowned upon? It feels really fucking good. Kind of like a donut tastes. Nobody complains when you eat a donut.