chapter forty-seven

Her hands were moist against my skin as she scratched her skin, tiny bits of flesh hanging off like peeling bark. I couldn’t help but smile despite my heart sinking. She was giving me her blood as if it was payment for my affection, a potion of her essence. From this moment forward, no one else’s would suffice.

So, I knelt down and opened wide, drinking in her red offering, intoxicating my parched veins with liquid poison. Her taste was familiar and foreign at the same time. Warm, sweet, and salty with tears cascading over my tongue as I nursed at her wound.

Desire surged through me like a raging torrent, a raw, primal force that could not be denied. A gruff growl escaped my lips as I rose to my feet, my movements urgent and predatory. I tore her shirt in my haste, the fabric giving way beneath my powerful hands. I loved the way she whined, a soft sound of surrender that sent shivers down my spine. As I roughly kissed her bare skin, I reveled in the tiny tremors that shook her body, a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the room. My lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that left her skin warm and tingling. I could feel her pulse throbbing beneath my lips, a rhythmic beat that matched the beat of my desire.

With one swift motion, I tore my pants from my body, revealing my throbbing hardness. My cock twitched as it caught sight of her in her tattered clothes, of her panting form, her parted lips, and glazed eyes. I couldn’t help but let out a groan as my gaze traveled down her body, taking in every curve and every line. My breath quickened in response to the raw desire that pulsed through me.

It was time to finish this.

She staggered backward as I approached her, her gaze never leaving mine. A feral smile graced her face as she sank to her knees, practically begging me to enter her fully.

And my Gods, that’s exactly what I did. I moved swiftly, my hands grasping her hips firmly, guiding her down onto the cold, hard ground. My body pressed against hers, the heat of our bodies mingling, a dance of desire.

I sank hard and deep, the slickness of our mingled blood and sweat providing an electric friction. She cried out with a mixture of relief and pain, the sound sweet music to my ears. Her nails dug into my ass as she arched back, screaming my name. I could feel her walls tightening around me, a velvet glove that caressed my throbbing hardness.

My hands roamed over her skin, exploring every inch of her body, reveling in the feel of her softness beneath my touch. I kissed her passionately, our tongues entwining, a fiery dance of want and need.

This was what I wanted, what I craved. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment when everything else ceased to matter. There was only us, only this moment, only this desire.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I whispered filthy words into her ear, watching as her blood began to cake on my skin. When her mouth opened to protest my words, I quickly captured her lips with my own. She tasted like heaven, her body felt divine between my thighs, and her heart was mine. Everything fell into place as the last of my fear and doubt dissipated.

We didn’t just fuck but made love, my actions more possessive than ever, with Vanessa growing wild beneath me. She was fire, ice, and everything in between. The need to consume her was almost overwhelmingly primal, a thirst in me I wasn’t sure would ever be quenched.

As the climax neared, Vanessa gripped my hair so tightly it was a miracle I didn’t lose any. Her breath came out ragged, each word whispered against my ear filled with rage and worship. She was taking no prisoners, and I was captive to her every command.

Her release was sudden and short, a burst of passion that echoed in me, snapping me over the edge. I fought for control but it was futile. She owned me. My hips started thrusting erratically and I spilled seed after seed inside her, spoiling, marking, claiming. I’d left my heart at her door but now, a part of me remained with her.

My body collapsed on her, defeated. Having spent myself being so vulnerable made me acutely aware of my weakness. Then she embraced me, soft and gentle. Her fingers played with my hair as a content sigh escaped her lips, soft against my ear.

What a fucking mess we were, and yet, I had the strange feeling that all was right in our world.

Suddenly, Vanessa’s phone rang, shattering the silence into a million sharp pieces. She picked it up, a smirk tugging at her lips as she read whatever was on the screen.

“You’ll never believe who this is from,” she said, her tone a wicked mixture of amusement and triumph.

I glared down at her. “Who is it?” My inner monster was beginning to show, possessive and territorial.

“Guess.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Nothing else outside these walls matters.”

She tilted her head, lovely lips forming a pout. “It’s Hadrian.”

I held in a groan, the low rumble of frustration evidently escaping when she snickered.

“He says what we’re doing looks hot and wants to see us do it again.”

“That fucking voyeur,” I growled. Of course, he was watching. But my anger quickly turned into a mixture of anxiety and morbid curiosity, and I couldn’t help but ask: “What does he want?”

Vanessa shrugged, tossing her phone aside. “Says it’s hot as hell and he’s turned on. He wants us to do it again.” After a languid pause, she added, “Should we?”

I glared at her phone, my body still not having fully recovered. Why did I even love him again? But there was a mischievous spark in Vanessa’s gaze, and her hands began to stroke my chest idly. Her words dripped with honey-coated poison, slowly seeping into my veins.

“If we don’t do this, he’s sure to barge in here, say something to ruin our moment, and perhaps even start watching from the door.”

I ground my teeth but didn’t get the chance to swing my head in denial or agreement before her lips were on mine again.