chapter thirty-six

I could feel Orpheus’s fingers sliding in and out of me as he drove us back to my house. The rush of speed and the thrill of what we had just done made me wetter than ever. I leaned back in the seat, my head rested against the window, and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

As we sped through the night, I felt a warm trickle between my legs. At first, I thought it was just more of my arousal, but then I realized it was something else entirely when a harsh cramp overcame me. My period had come on full force, and there was blood dripping from Orpheus’s fingers—a vampire’s fingers.

He must have noticed, too, because he looked away from the road to stare at the fingers between my thighs. “Vanessa,” he said softly, “you’re bleeding.”

I looked down at myself, and sure enough, there was a small pool of blood on the seat beneath me. “I guess my emergency birth control kicked in,” I said breathlessly.

Orpheus took his hand back, and I watched, entranced, as a bead of blood raced down his long finger and the side of his palm. He took the flat part of his tongue and licked it up to the tip of his finger before lapping at the rest of the blood he found on his skin. With a growl from him and a needy whimper from me, he returned his fingers inside of me, fucking me with a brutality that took my breath away.

When we finally pulled up to my house, he helped me out of the car and dragged me inside. We barely even remembered to shut the door behind us. He didn’t say anything as he led me upstairs and into my bedroom.

Once we were inside, he pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. His eyes were dark and hungry as he looked down at me, and I could feel my heart racing in anticipation.

He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth, and I could taste the blood on his tongue. I moaned into his mouth, my hips buckling against his as I felt the familiar heat building inside me.

Orpheus pulled away from the kiss and trailed his lips down my neck. I cried out as his teeth grazed my skin. I felt him harshly suck a bruise into my skin, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

He moved lower, his lips and tongue working their way down my body until he reached my core. I spread my legs wider, giving him better access as he began to lick and suck at my clit.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and I could feel my orgasm building inside me. I reached down and grabbed his head, pressing him closer to me as I begged him not to stop with the grip of my fingers through his hair and the arching of my back.

Just as I was about to come, Orpheus pulled away and looked up at me with a mischievous grin. “Not yet,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I want to make this last.”

He went back to work on my clit, his tongue flicking and swirling around it until I was reduced to a panting, writhing mess beneath him. I could feel my orgasm hovering just out of reach, and I knew that if he kept going like this, I would explode. I wanted to explode. No, I more than wanted it. I desperately craved it.

And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Orpheus surprised me by sliding three fingers inside me, syncing their movements with the flicks of his tongue. The combination of sensations was too much, and I came hard, my body shaking and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

He didn’t stop. His tongue still lapped at my pussy, and his clever fingers still fucked me. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my blood mingling with my arousal.

Finally, he pulled away, his face now smeared with my blood and my slick wetness. He licked his lips, his eyes still burning with unfulfilled desire, and I knew he wasn’t done with me yet.

“Sit on my face,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, a husky invitation that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his fingers still inside me, twisting and turning in a way that made my toes curl, arousing me further.

I nodded blissfully, still high on the orgasm he had just given me. He didn’t have to ask anything from me. I would voluntarily follow this man to the ends of the earth. His touch was a drug, and I was helplessly addicted to it. The way he looked at me, the way he made me feel, it was all so new and exciting. I wanted more, and I wanted it now.

As he lay down on his back with his head resting on my pillow, I was quick to do as he asked, straddling his face and lowering myself down onto him. His tongue immediately went to work, licking and sucking at my clit. I gripped the headboard above me, my knuckles turning white as I fought to keep myself from coming again so soon.

His touch was like a drug, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel his lips and tongue against my clit, causing my body to tremble with anticipation. The sensation was overwhelming, almost unbearable, but I craved more. I wanted him to take me to the edge again, to push me beyond my limits.

“Harder,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel his breath on my skin, cool and heavy, as he obeyed my command. With each lick and suck, he brought me closer to the brink, but he never allowed me to fully release. It was as if he knew exactly what I needed, when I needed it, to keep me begging for more.

My body arched against his, my hips grinding against his face. I could feel the coolness of his breath against my skin, the wetness of his tongue on my clit, and the pressure of his lips against my most sensitive spot. It was a symphony of pleasure, a dance of lust and desire.

I let out a moan, a mix of pleasure and pain, as he continued his assault on my body. I could feel the walls of my pussy tightening around his tongue, the sensation almost too much to bear. But I wanted more, needed more. I wanted him to take me to the brink, to push me to the edge, to make me scream his name in ecstasy.

“Faster,” I demanded, my voice hoarse with desire. I could feel his tongue moving faster, harder, against my clit, as if he were trying to bring me to the brink of orgasm. But he never allowed me to fully release, always keeping me on the edge of pleasure.

I could feel my body trembling and my heart racing as he continued his assault on my senses. I wanted to beg for more, to demand that he take me to the brink, to push me to the edge, to make me scream his name in ecstasy. But I couldn’t speak, could only moan and writhe against his touch.

“Please,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel his tongue moving faster, harder, against my clit, as if he were trying to bring me to the brink of orgasm. But he never allowed me to fully release, always keeping me on the edge of pleasure.

With a bruising force, he pulled my hips down so my total body weight rested on his face as his tongue danced inside of me. Crying out in surprise, one of my hands left the headboard to tangle in his platinum locks.

The answering growl was so deep and vicious that it vibrated my entire pussy, and I lost the battle with my orgasm as it ripped through me. He didn’t stop, even as I tried to squirm away from his touch, only maintaining the bruising grip on my hips to keep me firmly in place so he could have his fill of me.

Finally, he pulled me away, his face even more of a mess of my blood and cum. It was like he was wearing a facemask of… me. The feral gleam in his eyes was the only warning I received before he took action.

He flipped me over onto my stomach, his hands on my hips, and I felt him slide into me from behind. His cock was hard and hot, and I could feel it stretching me open as he fucked me.

I pushed back against him, my body yearning for more of his touch. He complied, his hips thrusting into mine repeatedly. I could sense my orgasm approaching within me again, and I knew that if he continued, I would burst.

As I struggled to regain my breath, Orpheus skillfully maneuvered his hand behind me and delicately probed my entrance. The jolt of pleasure was overwhelming, and I erupted in a torrent of ecstasy, my muscles tensing and quivering as wave after wave of bliss consumed my being.

He didn’t stop, his cock still pounding into me, his finger still fucking me. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, and I could feel myself drip down my thighs to drop wettly onto the bed.

“Give me a break, please!” I gasped out, finally reaching the painful side of the pleasure.

“But I’m not done yet, love.” Orpheus slipped a second finger into my ass. “Though thank you for having such impeccable manners.” The primal groan coming from me didn’t even sound like me as I came for the umpteenth time. The orgasm knocked the breath from my lungs as I crumpled against my soaked bedsheets.

“Oh, you are just so sweet,” he purred from behind me, his full weight on my back as I relaxed into the plush mattress. I could feel my eyes glaze over in complete bliss as he picked up the pace behind me.

One last weak orgasm seized me as I writhed under his weight. His answering groan would be the star of my thoughts for days to come as his hips stuttered before he pulled out and came all over my lower back.

“Rest, love. I’ll take care of you,” Orpheus said as he brushed my hair away from my sweaty shoulder to give it a gentle kiss.

I just hummed as I succumbed to the darkness.