Broken Souls (Book of Shadows)

Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Seven

HIM

I growl against her throat as I swallow down her life, the very essence of who she is. With every gulp, I crave more, the hunger in my belly urging me on. My cock hardens to the point of pain. I bite deeper, swallow faster. Every part of me is craving every bit of her.

This isn’t like the last woman I fed on – mere subsistence needed to keep me alive.

The woman beneath me is the steak tossed to a starving dog. A piece of bread offered to an escaped prisoner of war.

When I say I crave every part of her, I don’t just mean the blood flowing past my lips.

I crave the touch of her hands even as they try to fight me off.

I crave the sharp stab of the knife as she bucks beneath me, keeping me poised on this edge of death, this moment where my vampirism is allowed out.

Where I can smell every pheromone pouring off her skin, my senses heightened to their full potential.

Where I can feel how puny she is in my arms, how weak she is against my strength.

I crave the touch of her lips.

The feel of her hips.

The tightness of her pussy as she takes me.

Pulling my knees up so I’m crouching above her, I tug at the waistband of my pants. Snap open the button. Pull down the zipper.

“I need to be inside you,” I rasp against her neck.

Need to know how she feels when I can feel everything, my every nerve ending so fucking alive.

How it’ll feel when I come inside her, filling her with my cum.

How her pussy will taste when I lick her afterwards.

“No! Stop!”

Groaning, I pull out my cock and hike up her dress. I rip out the knife and toss it away. It tumbles across the floor. She tries to bring her knees up to stop me from getting close enough to slide in, but I just rock back on my heels, grab her hips, and haul her onto me with one strong thrust.

“Don’t do this –”

She cries out, her back arching, and I damn near fucking come at the explosion of sensations flooding through me. The sound of her screams. The spasming of her pussy as she takes me so godsdamn deep. The smell of her arousal as it mixes with her adrenaline, her fear.

“Fuck, Micha,” I growl as my fingers dig into her hips, my cock pulsing inside her but not moving. “You feel too damn good. I’m going to come before I even – fuck.”

“Stop. You’re killing us,” she says, trying to kick me off her. But I can’t stop, can’t help myself. Not when she feels this fucking good.

Grabbing her ankles, I force her legs up and wide apart, keeping them out of my way. Then I pull out of her so I can look down at her pussy.

“Fuck, baby, look how good you’re hugging me. You’re so godsdamn beautiful with your pussy wrapped around the head of my cock. Now show me how deep you can take me.”

“Varius, please –”

I shove in, and she screams.

But I can smell the increase of her arousal, feel the flood of wetness seeping down my balls.

Growling, I ram into her again. Rub my cheek along her leg, kiss the smooth skin there. Lick it. I love the taste of her sweat spreading along every tastebud on my tongue.

Groaning, I fuck her faster.

My balls tighten.

An overwhelming heat grips my cock.

“Fuck, baby. I’m going to come if you keep squeezing me like this.”

I growl.

She whimpers.

And godsdamn it, I crave the taste of those too. I want to feel those vibrations against my lips as she moans into my mouth.

So I lean down and take what I want, my cock sliding free of her pussy for just a moment.

My lips rub against hers. My tongue slips between them.

I rub my hands up and down her legs as they hang over my shoulders.

Fuck. I can’t get enough of her.

“I need you to come for me, baby,” I growl as I guide my cock back inside her hot, wet pussy. “I’m not going to last with you feeling this fucking good.”

I grab her hand. She tries to pull away from me, but she’s not strong enough to stop me, and I press her fingers over her pussy.

“Ride your hand for me, baby. Let me feel you come.”

My pulse spikes as I force her fingers to move even as I force my cock to stop. I am one thrust away from coming inside her. Fucking hel. “Come for me,” I beg, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel my senses starting to dull. My life is no longer on the line, the wound in my chest having been healed by the magic in her blood. The vampirism is falling back under the curse. In a moment, I won’t even remember what she feels like, this heaven on Earth, this irresistible temptation.

No!

I need to feel her come on my cock.

Pulling out of her, I drag her over to the edge of the bed. She still fights me, but her blows are weak, and I easily flip her over. Her feet are on the floor. I’m now standing behind her, one hand on her back, keeping her pinned. Dragging her dress up with my other hand, I bunch it around her waist.

“Get off me!” she says as she turns her head. “Stop!”

But I can’t.

And I know she doesn’t really want me to.

I can smell how wet she is.

Feel the goosebumps along her skin.

Wrapping my hand around my cock, I guide it into her soaking wet pussy.

I groan as I throw my head back. My knees are so damn weak, I can barely stand. Her pussy grips me. My cock jerks and pulses and threatens to come so damn quick. But I need to feel her orgasm first.

So I grab her hips and force her to rub her pussy on the edge of the bed, knowing outside pressure gets her off the quickest.

“Sto– ahhh.”

Her protests turn into moans.

Her hands fist the sheets.

My whole body shakes as I watch her squirm. I’m trying so damn hard to fight my own release.

“Come for me, baby. Please. I will give you anything; just come for me.”

I wrap one hand around her throat and arch her back so I can reach around with the other to play with her breasts. I pinch her nipples, alternating between them. Drawing her close to her O. Her glaring eyes drift shut as I fuck her slow and hard and deep while getting her pussy to grind against the mattress. Her lips part as she moans.

Leaning over her, I spit into her open mouth.

Watch her take me into both ends of her.

Her eyes pop open and find mine.

“Swallow,” I growl, my hand massaging her throat.

Defiance sharpens her gaze, cuts through the haziness of her arousal, and my little monster spits it back at me.

Keeping my eyes on her, I open my mouth and catch the gift she’s given me.

She cries out, her eyes hot on mine.

I tilt my head back and swallow, letting her see how it goes down my throat like a good boy.

A sudden thought rams into me. Her giving me orders like she did in the gym so many months ago. But instead of telling me to sit and hold out my hands for her to heal them, she’s telling me to open my mouth and hold out my tongue so she can ride my face into oblivion.

Groaning, I come inside her hard, my balls drawing tight, my back arching, my godsdamn toes curling. I paw at her breasts, my hands just needing to move as the overload of sensations ram into me. Every nerve is so damn sensitive, and still I crave more.

Every part of her.

Over and over and over again.

Releasing her neck, I drop my hand to her pussy and rub her just like she likes.

She jerks in my arms, nearly as sensitive as I am.

“Stop – I – ahhh!”

And now she’s threading a hand around the back of my neck, lifting a leg onto the bed, and riding my hand like she needs it to breathe.

Whimpering and crying, she screams, “I hate you.”

The words come a bit more broken now. “I hate you.”

But all I can concentrate on is how good she feels pinned between my cock and hand.

“Good girl,” I growl as I turn my head so I can kiss the inside of her arm. “Ride me like I’m your whore.”

She cries out, her other hand grabbing the one I have on her pussy. She spasms so hard, she jerks off me. My cock slides out, soaking wet and throbbing so hard it’s painful.

Not wasting any time, craving the taste of her before my senses fade, I drop to my knees, spread apart her cheeks, and shove my face into her pussy as I inhale deep.

Fucking.

Heaven.

She cries out. Tries to crawl away from me as she jerks beneath my tongue.

But I just follow her.

I’ll always follow her.

Anywhere she fucking goes.

Because she’s mine.

My wife.

My mate.

My fucking craving.