My fangs elongated even farther.
My heart, which long ago had stopped beating unless I was experiencing dire emotions, started to thud.
Sluggish at first, it picked up speed, and slowly started to beat so hard that I swore she could feel it.
My skin heated where she touched me.
I wasn’t cold-blooded. In fact, I was warm-blooded. It wasn’t a human’s warmth, in fact, it was about ten degrees cooler.
But the feel of her hands moving up to my neck felt like my skin was boiling.
And then she started to lift her hips up in invitation. An invitation that I clearly recognized, processed, and executed in a matter of moments.
Shifting my legs, I continued the kiss as I settled myself between her now splayed thighs.
She moaned when my cock came into contact with her overheated core. Lights started to dance in her eyes as something came over her, and suddenly I no longer had a tame woman underneath me.
Now I had a wild woman. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
I growled, loving the feel of her writhing beneath me.
She moved so much, in fact, that my cock found its way to her entrance.
It took everything I had in me not to shove inside of her so hard that she screamed.
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.
-Acadia’s secret thoughts
ACADIA
I’d just had sex, and it felt so good!
I was literally singing that song in my head, and it wasn’t until the man beneath me started to chuckle that I realized that he could hear every word I was singing.
“Shut up,” I muttered into his mat of chest hair. “I don’t want to hear a word.”
“No, ma’am.” He chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I pinched him and went to stand up, stopping when I suddenly felt woozy.
He cursed and caught me before I could face plant into his chest, and turned me so that I was on my side, facing him.
Then he thrust his bloody wrist into my face, and ordered me to, “Drink.”
I glared at him but stopped when his eyes started to glow a cool pale blue.
“Your eyes are glowing,” I observed, fixated on the sight.
“They do that when I feel extreme emotion. You didn’t notice that when I was on top of you a few minutes ago?” he asked carefully.
I shook my head. “No.”
He brought his wrist to my face, and I felt his bloody skin touch my lips.
Involuntarily, my tongue darted out, then I licked my lips, causing the sweet burst of flavor to explode on my tongue.
“Why do you taste so good?” I questioned him curiously.
His mouth quirked.
“Because we’re irresistible to humans. We have to feed, and what better way to make us absolutely undeniable to our food source?” he asked. “It’s kind of like those animals that act all defenseless to lure their prey, and once the prey is within striking distance, they pounce, devouring them before they even know what hit them.”