Chapter Ten
Kyrie
As the pain of having a vampire fuck me so brutally makes me feel like I’m being torn in two, I’m elevated to a higher plane as pleasure rips through me at the same time. Given his inhuman appetite, I doubt he would have been able to control himself anyway. Lucian is a monster, a demon, and I just handed over my body and soul to him.
My eyes roll back in my head as I’m overcome once again by an orgasm, and I wonder briefly if this is a side effect of the bond he enacted to save my life. The pain is subsiding, and a warped clarity settles over me. I don’t truly want him to be gentle; I want him. I try to meet his thrusts, and he pulls away from my neck to look at me.
Crimson liquid sits on his lips, and his eyes are completely swallowed up by the blackness of his pupils. I can barely catch my breath, but somehow I manage to speak as he pushes his cock deeper inside of me.
“Ahhh, fuck, more. Please.”
Lucian’ features darken, and if anything, he looks more demonic and inhuman than he did before. The pain comes back when he rolls onto his back, pulling me astride him, and forcefully thrusts upwards, wrenching a scream from my chest.
I’m afraid, and the heady mixture of pain and pleasure is making my mind foggy. Sensing my fear, his lips twist into a twisted smirk and he inhales deeply.
“Such sweet fear,” he grunts, jerking viciously up into my body.
I let out a yelp of pain, and he groans in pleasure. I’m helpless, even though in this position I should be in control. The power he displays with every thrust of his hips is as intoxicating as it is agonizing. I whimper, grabbing onto his arms and sinking my fingernails into his skin.
The sound he makes in response is like the low roar of a predator, and he moves faster and harder inside me. My pussy feels as though he’s tearing me in two, but he doesn’t let up, even when my limbs fall limp with exhaustion on top of him.
Lucian wraps his arms around me, pulling me tighter against him as he slows to a deep grind. His lips find the tender spot where he bit me, and he runs his tongue over the broken skin. I shudder at how sensitive it is. He doesn’t stop moving his hips the entire time. The new angle allows him to penetrate deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that I’ve never managed to find myself.
After another few mind-blowing minutes—in more ways than one—he stops. Lucian tenses, his body twitches and he jerks into me less coordinated than before—and then he finally stops completely. I can do nothing more than lie weakly on top of him, feeling as though I can no longer move or carry my weight.
My mind barely registers when Lucian eases out of my body, lifting me off him and lying me next to him on the bed while we both catch our breath. My eyes widen when I see the flecks of creamy fluid coating the surface of his dick.
The sensation of something warm and sticky running slowly down my thighs raises a faint alarm bell that I sluggishly shelve until later. I’m too exhausted to care about that right now, although it’s not like I can leave him now anyway. After that, I’m not sure I could walk out of here even if I did have that freedom.
He kisses me once, running his hands all over my naked, exhausted body while he cleans up the evidence of our deadly dalliance as it slowly seeps out of my body. I laugh weakly, shock and surprise sending me into a faint hysteria.
I used to worry about the endless nightmares that plagued me while I slept, and the stories I had written detailing the horrors in my dreams pales in comparison to what I’ve just lived through. I’m bound by blood to a monster who has claimed my soul for his own. As I slowly drift to sleep, I think that maybe for once I can rest easy, because instead of having nightmares, I’m living in one.
The End.