FALLON
"You have a conscience? A monster like you? You've never shown any before. No conscience, no mercy, no regret! And feelings? You don't have any of that in you. You hurt me!!!" Trying to make a joke at first, I ended it in an accusatory tone, knowing I wasn't fair toward him, at least not quite completely.
The first few months were awful, yes. But he did show me mercy, not letting other vampires fuck me, though he let them do other things to me.
The more time I spent with him, the more emotions he was showing me.
And he protected me, thanks to his high status inside his coven, being their bloody leader.
It was me who couldn't accept having feelings for him, for his kind, not the other way around. I can't like the vampire, nevertheless fall in love with one.
"I did show you all of it. I had to hurt you! You know it was the only way to protect you from others. Don't you get it?" His voice gets low and unusually gentle, acting as he cares about me. But it only arouses my anger and resentment.
"But no one could protect me from you, you bloodsucking monstrous bastard!" Clenching my fists, I suddenly stand up from the couch. Ensuring eye contact, finally, I provoke him, making him furious.
"You should know better than to call me names, Fallon!" The black veins spread under his glowing green eyes, his fangs punch out as his temper rises. I know what comes next. It makes me sick of how well I know him. I'm ashamed of how close to him and addicted I feel. But then, it occurs to me.
"You called me Fallon. Not Hope! So, you believe me now?" I feel tears stinging my eyes as I pop up that question. The only lie of mine he ever believed in was my false name, my fake identity. Hope Douglas, that fucking name was the reason behind it all, behind all sufferings he made me go through. And he left me no choice but to keep on with my lies.
"I knew your true identity from day one, but to keep you safe, I took you as a pet, never told you that I know. I released you after the danger was gone. But I can't let you go. My life is too long for that." His voice lowers dangerously, darkness takes over his complete expression, and he steps in my direction slowly like not wanting to scare me.
"You were protecting me... by hurting me? Is that what you are saying?" I thought he let me go because he felt regretful for lashing his revenge on the wrong human girl, an innocent one. But it seems that wasn't true. He has always known I wasn't Hope.
"Yes," he confirms, now striding toward me.
"Stay away from me! Please!" I screech like hoping that my pleading could stop him.
"Fuck, I want you back! You are mine, and you'll be mine forever! Mine till the end of time!" He only sounds menacing, demanding, making me blink in fear.
"What? What do you mean?" I step back, hitting the wall behind me, but not fast enough to escape his hands, already capturing me.
"I'll make you one of us! That's the only way!" I shiver with horror, hearing his plan about me, dreading the possibility of it becoming my fate. Being his bitch isn't what scares me the most, but becoming the vampire and living like one for eternity.
"No!!!" I scream, trying to break myself free from his grip. "I'll kill myself before becoming like you!" He might think he loves me, but love isn't this selfish. And I don't know how I feel about him. I hate him, but I'm also addicted to him. But will that change? Maybe I won't want him. Or he won't crave me anymore.
"I missed you. Just a little bit of your taste, I need it, I need you," Sean whispers as I brace myself for what comes next. The worst part of having sex with a vampire is getting your blood sucked out. But I feel his erection growing, spiraling my arousal, forcing me into surrender.
His hand wraps around my neck, tilting my head aside, his fangs piercing the skin on my neck, and we begin moaning with pleasure simultaneously.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Please, fuck me, Sean! Just fuck me!" I scream, feeling pleasure and pain, as my blood rushes into his mouth. His bloodsucking performance brings an intense desire to merge our bodies that we could never deny, awakening an addiction in both of us as usual. I want to feel Sean's hard, moving dick deep inside of me. And I always begged him something.
Sometimes to kill me, sometimes to fuck me, moaning, not sure what I want more in a moment. The one always follows the other. The feeding and the fucking.
The blood-drinking ritual works the best when combined with sex, intensifying the pleasure of both acts.
My insides ache for him as my hands start gripping at his body, drawing him closer. We know each other all too well. Our bodies crave one another.
I'll provide him what he needs to live, my blood that he always described as especially sweet. And while he feeds on me, another kind of ecstasy, very similar to an orgasm, will shake my body to the extreme, the poison of the so-called vampire kiss entering my system.
Feeding on me while fucking me was the next best thing after seeing two vampires in love. And he never had the luck to be the one. He never was in love with Margot.
That's what Sean used to say when talking with Romilly. He never talked about anything like that with me.
Suddenly remembering Margot in a millisecond, I try pushing him away. Margot and him, and me as their toy. But his hands seize me harder, pulling me closer to him. The memory of that vampiress maybe means nothing to him now, but I remember what he let her do to me.
Shredding my clothes to pieces with his rapid movements, he acts so anxious to enter me. He lifts me, and I find myself pinned against the wall, already both of us stripped naked. His hands fasten mine, holding them above my head.
"Wrap your legs around me!" He orders, with his engorged length already at my entrance. I can't disobey him. I do what he asked, feeling his thick, big cock slipping fast inside of my already wet pussy.
"Oooh, Sean!" I gasp as he fills me, feeling his balls slam against my soft flesh. I am gone, I hate, and I love the way he makes me feel as he fucks me while sucking my blood. I could have never stopped him. I am his to do with me everything he wants to do.
"So tight and so wet for me," he murmurs through his mouth, glued onto my skin like a leach. One hell of a sexy leach.
His cold hands knead my breasts, my butt cheeks, widening my legs more open for him. Sean leaves me no room to breathe as his every thrust slams me against that wall harder and faster. With my heels pressing over his haunches, I am bringing him closer, pushing him deeper inside me.
"Scream my name! I want to hear you as I fuck you. Scream, Fallon!" He orders again, and I scream like hell.
With his every thrust going deeper and harder within me, I moan and cry out his name. He is still sucking on my neck, drawing my blood out. But I know he'd stop soon.
And he does, licking away the last drop of blood from my skin as he fucks me without any reservations, so unstoppably. Slamming his dick in and out of me while his fingers pinch and twist my nipples in his usual rough way, I writhe and squirm in pleasure under his wild assaults. Then his fingers go down, finding my already over-sensitive clit, rubbing it in circles, making me moan and pant in sweet agony, bordering with pain.
I was always on the edge of something with him. And often, he would make me cross it and fall over the cliff.
My walls start to clench and tense around him, my insides shaking uncontrollably as my fingers rake through his hair. I have always liked his hair.
I feel his whole body tensing against mine, his cock jerking wildly inside of me as we come together.
Groaning, letting his undead seamen load my insides, with his shaft still twitching within me, he cups my face.
"Oooh!" I exhale the breath I was holding as his cum fills me up. I look up at his eyes. He has no clue...! He doesn't know anything about the secret I'm holding inside.
"Forgive me for everything, please," he mutters, for the first time doing something he never did so far. His lips land on mine, his tongue enters my mouth. Sean is kissing me for the first time, and I mean ever.
Forgiving him hasn't slipped my mind yet.
I want him to suffer as I did.
But my secret burdens my soul, dragging me into forgiveness. I should tell him. I really should.