"This is so annoying!"
"I'm actually quite enjoying myself."
"I should've just drowned in that river, when I had the chance."
"Still an option."
I twisted my head, resisting the violent urge to lunge at him where he lounged on the ratty old bed. One arm propped casually against the post, enjoying this with a satisfied grin on his face. Like a demon savoring a soul he'd just corrupted.
"Then why did you stop me?" I asked.
"I told you," he scowled, making a show of rolling his eyes before locking those red irises back on me. "I want to go home."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," he echoed.
"I'll draw you the map, I'll tell you where to go," I offered, desperate. Hands clasped together in a prayer, I'm practically begging him. "Please, just let me go."
"In that state?" he pointed out, eyes flicking towards the way I'm practically grinding on air.
What the fuck. I freeze immediately, horrified.
"Hell no," he added, swinging his legs over the edge to get out of the bed.
He's changed into black military style boots he'd stolen. I can't help but wonder what it'd feel like if...the worn leather, with the rough edges against my...no.
Don't even go there, Rosie. You're better than this. You're a scientist, for fuck's sake. Act like it.
"I can tell you're struggling," he said, not even bothering to hide his amusement.
"Need any help?" he offered, his voice lower as he moved to stand right in front of me.
He's so tall. I barely reach his chin, so I had to look up.
"You look like you need help," he murmured, his red eyes glowing with mischief.
And that scent of his, musky and male, curling around me like a hook. I want nothing but to...
"All you need to do is say the magic words," he whispered, softer this time, leaning closer.
I can tell by the way his lips twisted and the way his red eyes glowed underneath the dim light, turning redder like a devil. He caused this. He should take responsibility for it. This is so wrong.
"No," I blurted out, even though I'm still unsure.
"Are you sure?" he teased, brows lifting as his gaze flicked to the way my thighs are tightly clenched together.
I want him. That much is clear. Like hunger clawing into my bones.
"I'm sure," I replied weakly.
My hands shot out, holding onto his shoulders, riding out delicious tremor that pulses through my core in protest.
Snaking an arm around my waist, he pulls me tight against his body. The bulge in his pants poking my lower abdomen, feeling his lips pressing on the small puncture wounds on my neck, on the spot that still ached as much as my core.
"Ravić..." I cried, like a plea.
"This is the first time you've said my name," he pointed out, his voice curling around the words with an unexpected lilt. Rich, dark and unmistakably foreign.
"Please, stop," I moaned as his tongue curled around the tiny puncture wounds, sending jolts of electric pleasure down my core.
I can feel his grin against my skin, smirking down my veins as he sucked. My blood flows through his lips and down his throat. I can feel it pulsating, still.
"Stop!" I cried out, shoving him away with all the strength I had.
He hit the opposite wall so loud, the walls vibrated from impact. I froze, but his head only tipped back with laugher as he stepped out of the crack in the wall, like it's nothing.
If I wasn't so turned on, I would've been terrified.
He glanced over his shoulder to inspect the damage, before turning back to me. One hand gesturing toward the chaos I accidentally caused.
"A little harder, and you'll bring the whole place down, Rosie Posie," he said, grinning proudly like the devil himself.
"I'm so-sorry..." I breathed, trembling with both fear and arousal as he stalked over to me. Dark, magnetic and terrifying beautiful.
I stepped back for very step he took forward. Creating a slow, silent dance until it's my back that hits the wall. His hand found my waist immediately, gripping both sides with a firm, unyielding pressure.
"You feel that ache, Rosie?" he murmured, feeling the tingle from his fingers as he brushed my hair away. "It's not going away unless I take care of it for you."
I felt it then. The sharp, twin pricks of pressure, reopening the wound on my neck with frightening precision.
My pussy pulsating with wave after wave of pleasure, as he sucked harder. I drop my head on his shoulders as I cried, my hips moving along to the movement of his tongue, leisurely swirling around my wound.
Hips shamelessly grinding against his large cock, that's still buried under his jeans. Face buried on the crook of his neck as I clung onto his body, demanding for more, desperate.
"There, there," he cooed, his tone laced with wicked amusement, but I wasn't really paying attention.
I gaze longingly at his lips, taking in the way my blood still drips from the corners of his mouth. He makes a show of licking it off his fangs, so I lick it off of his chin.
His eyes widened with surprise, his hand cradling the back of my head as I licked it all the way to the corners of his mouth. He groaned, his hand drifting to the back of my neck, pushing me harder against the wall.
"Do you want me to help you now, Rosie?" he murmured against my lips, rubbing his erection against my core.
"I can make you feel better," he added, his hands deftly unbuttoning my jeans.
"Wait..." I trailed off when he dropped to his knees, pulled down my jeans and pressed his finger into my pussy.
"Fuck," I moaned.
He grinned, his fangs glinting against the dim light, sharp and wicked.
Holding onto his shoulders for dear life, lips parting from the intensity as he went deeper, adding another finger and building the pressure.
Massaging my clit with his thumb, flicking it while exploring deeper, eliciting even more pleasure with his other fingers, it's...it's insane. My walls clamped down on his fingers in a shameless attempt to keep them there.
His eyes feasting on my pussy, fascinated by the way his fingers pushed in and out of me.
Then he lifted his gaze up at me, still on his knees like I'm his last meal and he's begging for it.
"Your pussy is made to be worshipped," he breathed.
My lips parted before my head falls back and moaned, knees quivering with pleasure as his tongue snaked between my folds. Licking and lapping, as he gazed up at me with unmistakable hunger in his eyes.
"Ravić, fuck..."
"That's it, baby," he murmured, inserting another finger into my clit as he licked.
"Come for me," he whispered, increasing the speed and pressure.
The sloshing sound and scent of my arousal taking over the room. It feels like my skin's on fire. More, more, more...
My back arched, and I shattered completely.
Pleasure ripping through me in streams of pulses as I held onto his shoulders, knees weak and trembling while he licked my juices clean. His tongue eliciting yet another bout of pleasure out of me.
"Delicious," he quipped. The lower part of his face still glistening with my juices, and he's wearing it with a proud grin. "Most delicious I've ever tasted, indeed."
"But it's my turn now," he declared, his irises darkening into a scary shade of black.
I didn't have time to react before he lifted and slammed me down on the middle of the ratty old bed. It let out a squeak underneath me, but I was already too stunned to move.
He was already unzipping his jeans with one hand, pinning my wrists with the other. I tried wiggling out of his hold, but the moment I feel his large cock poking at my entrance, I froze.
My eyes widened at his thick veins, already throbbing with pre-cum coating its tip.
"Ravić, wait..." I began, but didn't manage to make the rest of it out when he thrusted into me, like a man possessed.
I moaned in pain, as my walls tried to adjust to his size. I was going to tell him that I was a virgin, but now that his dick is fully buried inside me and started moving, I guess it didn't matter anymore.
It wasn't as painful as I'd imagined, anyway. The more he moved, the more the ache between my legs started to ease.
Head thrown back like he's in pain, panting as he pulled out of me before slamming back in again. Hard and slow, like he's taking his time stretching the walls of my pussy.
Clutching on the dirty sheets above me, my back arched, bracing for his dick to enter me again, and again, and again...
Relishing on the sound of my juices coating his dick. Growing louder and louder, along with the squeaky noises the bed makes as he fucked me harder.
His lips parted, high on pleasure with his fangs and his sharp jaw, still glistening with my cum. He had never looked so beautiful, like an evil prince, someone I'm not supposed to want, but does, anyway.
"You're so tight," he growled, his hand lifting me by the hips, reaching deeper inside me where no one has been.
"You feel so good," he grunted, fucking me faster.
Wrapping my legs tight around his waist, I move along with his rhythm, burying him deeper inside me. His grip tightening on my waist, eyes shut, thrusting his dick in and out of my pussy.
We fuck like wild animals in heat.
He's close. The way his head's thrown back, groaning out curse words in a language I didn't recognize. I can feel his dick pulsing inside me as he fucked me so hard, the walls are starting to crack from the banging.
His scent goes stronger, all musky and natural, coiling its way around my throat.
I cried out the moment I feel his cum spilling into my pussy, all warm and visceral. I let out a deep shudder as it pulsed harder, as if the walls of my cunt is trying to rub more cum out of his dick.
He dropped his head to the crook of my neck, still panting from the intensity.
I cling onto his body, hips grinding as I gently ride out the last of my pleasure.
The scent of his blood thrummed through my veins, wild and sudden. I bury my face on the crook of his neck, hypnotized, keeping my arms entwined around his back and embracing him like we're lovers.
Warm, metallic and pulsing with life. I can smell the way his blood calls out to me. It's like our sex had brought him back to life.
I can't help it.
I can't look away as I watch it throb beneath his skin, like a rhythm that's only meant for me. His blood calling for me, with the way it sings. Every beat, pulling me closer and closer like a spell thrumming through flesh.
Just one second, my gums ached at the thought.
The next, my fangs had sunken into his neck.
His blood, rich and metallic, flowing down my throat as I sucked, making me feel even more stronger, more powerful than I've ever been.
The uncertainty that gripped me earlier had vanished, replaced by a wave of overwhelming pleasure as I rocked against him again. I move my hips, pulling his dick in and out of me, lost in my own sensation.
I didn't even feel him stiffening. His hand shot out and gripped my throat, violently wrenching me away from his neck. His blood's flowing out in streams as I've teared his wound.
I reached for it, hands outstretched and all like a newborn reaching for her mother's milk. He kept me pinned on the bed, by my neck even when the wound's starting to close. Horrified at the sight of his skin stitching back together.
I quickly open my mouth, angling my lips towards where it's dripping, not wanting to waste a drop despite his tightening grip on my neck, so much to the point of pain.
I'm not even sure I still could feel pain, but apparently I do.
Not that I care.
Not when his blood still drips out of him like fine wine.
"Rosie..." he choked, horror written across his face as he swiftly pulled his dick out of me.
I moaned at the sudden loss, openly glaring at him. His irises had turned back to the familiar shade of red, matching the dried blood on his neck.
"What have you done?"