Chapter 27
Edie
Agony, sharper than I experienced before, sears through me, yet I clench my jaw and anchor Dorian close.
If he can endure this suffering, then so can I.
Dorian’s throat unleashes guttural animal sounds.
He grunts and snarls, his chest vibrating with every greedy swallow as he drinks.
I hold him against me, cradling his head, but as I weaken through blood loss, he strengthens.
The bone jutting from his arm snaps back into place; the skin sealing around the wound it made.
Using that arm to cup the back of my head, his healed fingers curl into my hair, pinning me in place.
As his fangs slide deeper, shadows press at the edge of my vision and I drag air into my lungs, refusing to go under, fighting against the darkness.
A darkness that ebbs and flows, punctuated by the first tendrils of pleasure.
Bliss slowly spreads through my body, smothering the pain of his bite.
It trickles through my veins like rolling heat, coasting over my skin like a thousand massaging fingers.
My nipples harden, my breath eases from between my lips like a soft caress as heat blooms in my core.
“Dorian…” I moan.
A rumble rises up his chest, and I feel it vibrate through me as he twists me in his arms until I’m on my back, the weight of his body pressing me into the hardwood floor.
He shifts between my legs, his cock rigid between us.
The metallic scent of my blood mingles with his, and I feel the dampness of his blood seeping into my cotton tank.
My arms fall limply to my sides as I melt into the floor beneath him, my eyes wandering to the mural where the colours pulse with new intensity.
Sounds and scents bloom in my mind as sunlight glides across my skin, gentle and golden.
The distant cry of a seagull floats above the cliffs, mingling with the briny air and the sharp, iron scent of our blood.
It’s bliss. Utter, all-consuming bliss.
I judder beneath him, my legs slipping wider as he grinds his cock against my core.
My moans lift into the air, my breath caught in my lungs as my eyelids droop.
I hover in this moment of spaced-out bliss, feeling everything all at once.
I feel his body pressed against mine, his lips sucking my skin.
I hear the soft woosh of my pulse, and the greedy moans as he drinks my blood.
I taste the sharp bite of metal in the back of my throat as I bite down on my tongue, smelling it in the air around us.
I see the mural blur in a wash of colour as tears leak from my eyes.
All of my senses are heightened, yet my body is limp, relaxed.
I don’t feel pain, only pleasure.
Intense, overwhelming, bone-melting pleasure.
After a while, the deep pulls from my neck lessen, and I feel Dorian’s teeth slip from my flesh as he rises above me. His hands cup my head. “Look at me, Edie,” he commands, his voice laced with lust, his crimson-flooded eyes drilling into me.
Slowly, I blink up at him, his face inches from mine. I don’t feel fear, only intense need.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, lifting a shaky hand to his face. My fingers coast over his brow, drifting over his beautiful face, before sliding into his hair. “I want you to kiss me.”
“You’re too weak. I’ve taken too much… I want more,” he admits.
His lips and teeth are painted crimson, my blood staining them.
“I want you inside of me. Please, Dorian,” I beg.
“If I fuck you, I might not be able to stop.”
I don’t know how much blood he’s taken. I have no idea whether it was too much for my body to handle, or not enough to heal him completely, but I don’t want this bliss to end.
I know I should be putting space between us.
I should be asking him about what happened, why his body literally broke before my eyes.
I should be demanding why feeling anything towards me causes him such inexplicable torture, but I can’t seem to bring myself to do that.
All I know is I want him inside of me. I want his fangs buried in my flesh. I want to come.
“Are you fully healed?” I ask, my hips rolling beneath his.
He groans, his cock rubbing over my clit, drawing out so much pleasure I shudder beneath him. I’m so close already.
“Not fully, no,” he replies.
“Then take more. I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Just kiss me. Fuck me, Dorian. I want you. I want this.”
He presses his eyes shut, his body trembling against mine as a war wages within him, his expression a battlefield. So, I make the decision for him and lift my head, slamming my lips against his, swiping my tongue into his mouth, tasting my blood as he kisses me back with a groan.
We kiss and kiss, tongues duelling, hips rocking, hands searching.
My heart thumps against my ribcage, a reminder of how delicate, how dangerous this moment is, but I don’t care.
I want to chase the pleasure. I want his bite, his ferocity, his kisses, his rock-hard cock.
Rightly or wrongly, I want to build this connection between us.
I don’t know what that means or what the future holds for us, but at this moment, right now, I just need him. All of him, the vampire and the man.
Rearing upwards, Dorian reaches for my top, ripping it apart until my breasts are exposed, cooler air coasts over my nipples, hardening them further. Then he lowers his mouth to the mound of my breast and bites.
“Dorian,” I scream, writhing beneath him in ecstasy.
He pulls back, licking at the blood seeping from my skin, then he moves to the other breast, biting me there. My clit spasms, a rush of heat thundering through my body, making my back arch and my legs shake as he drinks my blood.
“Please,” I cry as he rips his mouth from my skin and shifts lower, grasps the soft flesh of my stomach, and bites.
He snarls and snaps, feral in his bloodlust as he withdraws his teeth, impaling them over and over again into my flesh.
He bites the soft underside of my arm, my hips, beneath my rib cage, my lower abdomen, and with every bite, more pleasure floods through me until my eyes roll in the back of my head and my body gives itself over to him completely.
I don’t recognise the sounds coming out of my mouth.
I don’t recognise this woman who has cast all sense of self-preservation aside.
I’m merely a vessel for him to use, to pleasure, to feed from.
“I can’t fucking stop,” he cries, rearing upwards and pulls down my pyjama bottoms, throwing them across the room.
I don’t get a chance to respond because he shoves my legs apart, his fingers curling into the tops of my thighs, then buries his teeth in the mound of my pussy right above my clit.
A scream rips from my throat, though not from pain, but intense, mind-bending pleasure.
And when his tongue laps at my pussy, flicking over my clit, I detonate.
My orgasm rips through me, shredding me apart like a cyclone.
Cum gushes from my core as my back arches and my heels dig into the floorboards.
But this feeling of rapture is nothing compared to the moment when he snaps his head up, shoves his trousers past his hips and impales me on his cock.
Another scream shreds me apart as he drives into me with one hard thrust, filling me up so completely another orgasm builds on the back of the first. I don’t know how long we fuck for, but with every thrust of his hips, I lose all sense of time.
I’m lost in the blazing heat of his desire, to unimaginable pleasure.
“Edie, come for me. Come with me,” he commands, his hands cupping the top of my head as he pounds into me. His muscles ripple with power, with virility, his veins stark beneath his skin.
Our gazes clash, and I have never, ever felt such a powerful connection.
My hands grasp at his arse, my fingernails digging into his flesh, drawing blood.
I want to shred him apart, just like he’s shredding me apart.
Dorian snarls, withdrawing from me but before I can complain, let alone release a breath, he’s flipped me over onto my front and shoved his thick cock back inside me.
Then he grasps a handful of hair, tugging my head off the ground as he fucks me.
My pelvis is pressed into the floor, and with every driving motion of his hips, my clit swells, pleasure shooting through my body.
I’m drenched, fucking soaked, the sounds of our arousal lifting up into the air, flooding the room with the symphony of our brutal fucking.
When he drags me upwards onto my knees, his arm cinching my waist and anchoring me to him, his cock still buried inside of me, a pitiful howl parts his lips before he wrenches my head to the side and bites.
I come the second his fangs pierce my flesh.
I come so hard I’m nothing more than a blazing comet ripping through the night sky.
My internal muscles strangle his cock as he pumps his release inside of me.
And then the lights are snuffed out, and I slip beneath the darkness.
I wake up in Dorian’s bedroom, the lamp’s glare stabbing at my eyes. A groan escapes my lips, my pulse sluggish, reminding me of the blood I’ve lost. When I try to sit up, the world tilts, and I groan, falling back onto the bed. The thin cotton sheet covering my body feels leaden.
“Easy now, don’t try to move. You’ve lost too much blood.”
“Viktor?” I croak, every muscle in my body aching from the effort of that brief movement.
“You’re okay,” he soothes, resting his hand on my arm. “Keep still. You have a cannula in your arm.”
“A cannula?” I feel it then, the throb of something foreign at the crook of my elbow, the connecting tube filled with blood that slowly drips from a bag hanging from an IV pole.
“I’m giving you a transfusion. You’ve lost a significant amount of blood. You’ll feel weak for the next few hours, but you’ll survive.”
“What happened?” I whisper, a tremor wracking my body.