Chapter 6
Lucifer
I’m not sure what evil spirits are possessing me right now.
None of this was supposed to happen. I shouldn’t have even seen Yvonne as a woman.
She’s the reason I had to relive my trauma, my fucked-up past, over and over again, for two hundred fucking years.
If anything, I should be finding a way to break the cursed connection that links us, so I can kill her as soon as possible.
But with her lips tangled with mine, I can’t think straight. Her scent is intoxicating, the mix of herbs, potions and something uniquely Yvonne, makes my head spin. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be touching her like she’s my only salvation left on this Earth.
But she’s not pushing me back either.
My hand wraps around her throat as I pull her deeper into a kiss, lifting her to her feet. She follows, her hand clutching my wrist. Her mouth parts for me, my tongue darting out to taste every inch of her mouth. Fuck, she tastes like my personal damnation, she tastes like she was made to ruin me.
“Lucifer,” she moans into the kiss, and it goes straight to my cock. At this point, both of us are too far gone to think straight, to consider the terrible consequences that are bound to follow us, that will catch up with us sooner rather than later.
“God, you taste good,” the words leave my mouth almost involuntarily, my free hand wrapping around her waist. She melts into me, her fingers threading through my hair. She yanks on it, and I’m certain she feels the pain, too.
“I fucking loathe you, you monster.”
“Do you moan for all monsters like this, Yvonne?”
As retribution, she bites down on my lip, hard. The black blood mingles into the kiss, but she doesn’t care. Instead, she jumps up, my hands immediately wrapping around the back of her thighs.
I start moving up the stairs, and although I have no idea of the outline of this cottage, there are only two rooms upstairs. A bedroom, and a bathroom. I kick the door open with my foot, shoving Yvonne down on the bed.
She gasps for air, but I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath. My lips find hers almost immediately, tearing her clothes off in a frenzy. For someone who physically cannot feel anything, my body’s feeling too fucking hot.
Her scent, her soft, little sounds are the sweetest fixation. Her body trembles beneath my touch, my hands gripping her thighs. This is all happening too quickly, and instead of shutting it down like I should, I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting to see what comes next.
My teeth graze the soft flesh of her neck, and Yvonne leans into the touch, her eyes closing. My cock is rock hard, throbbing in my pants, desperate to sink into Yvonne.
Not yet, though.
This is the first time in 200 years, I’ve been able to feel such emotions. Although it’s fleeting, and with someone I loathe more than anything else, I want to savor this moment. Tomorrow, we’ll go back to trying to kill each other and one of these days, one of us will succeed.
She wraps her fingers around my hair, yanking my head back. Her eyes are dazed, as if she’s on drugs, looking at me. They’re glossy, her cheeks red, and lips plump from the kiss.
Yvonne rips my shirt, tearing through the thin material. Two buttons pop off, falling to the floor and I waste no time in removing the ruined fabric, tossing it aside. Her eyes flick to my chest, to the bulge in my pants, before returning back to my face.
Her expression changes.
That soft shade of light blue, darkens, the look she gives me making me halt.
She licks her bottom lip, then pulls me into another kiss.
It’s different this time, it’s charged with hatred.
All the tension that’s been building between us, for God knows how long and she’s not even trying to draw the line.
As a matter of fact, she’s using the line as a jump rope.
She bites my lip hard, moaning in the process. Something in me twists and turns at the sound, the provocation clear in the air. The little bitch is doing it on purpose, trying to see how far she can push me before I snap.
Unfortunately for her, I’ve never possessed any self-control.
My hand wraps around her throat, slamming her down into the mattress and ripping the pyjama bottoms off her in one loud tear. Lo and behold, she has nothing underneath. My eyes flick down, staring at the moisture between her thighs, the glistening scene making me suddenly hungry.
She’s fucking starving, too.
My fingers glide between her folds, and I can’t help but smirk as she squirms. Her mouth parts a little, a soft exhale slipping through. Fuck, she’s so much wetter than I ever could have anticipated.
I tease around her entrance, my finger probing her slightly. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and I take that as an invitation, my eyes closing as soon as I push my middle finger inside. She clenches around it, and I can tell it’s been a while for her.
“Fucking hell,” I mumble, jaw clenching.
My finger moves just enough to build up anticipation for her, yet slow enough to keep her on the edge. My eyes zero in on the vein pulsating on the side of her neck. I lick my lips, and without any semblance of control I lean in, sinking my teeth into her soft flesh.
Yvonne’s blood tastes like a high I’ve been chasing all my life and didn’t know I needed.
This first taste, creating an addiction I know I won’t be able to curb, without serious intervention.
Just like her, it’s sweet, yet venomous.
My throat aches as the liquid slides down, yet I cannot seem to stop.
She pushes herself onto my finger, trying to find more, her moans making the experience more exhilarating. Her hand reaches for my pants and she’s quick to pull them down, my cock springing free.
I pull back, her ichor dripping down my chin. Yvonne’s breath hitches at the sight and as if she’s under the same spell, she leans in, licking the blood off.
A low, growling sound comes from the back of my throat, and it’s when the last of my restraint snaps. I pull back from her, grabbing her thighs and throwing her legs apart.
Without any warning, I push my cock inside of her.