My Immortal by Anastasia Dangerfield Page B

my head right before I hit the ground.
    Wow, he is fast too.
    I smile stupidly at that fact.
    His lips meet my throat and a thousand pounds
of stress seem to be lifted off of my chest.
    I wish you didn't love me so much, he
sends.
    I can't help it. You're just so sweet, I mock.
    I'm not sure but I think I felt him
smile.
    There is a sweet sting when he punctures my
skin and his deep, passionate moan rumbles in his chest when he
draws from my vein. It echoes off the walls and damn but it makes
me feel good. He is enjoying me , finally. It makes me feel
so good inside. I feel wanted and special.
    You taste so damn good. I'm never going to
be able to drink anyone else's blood again, ever.
    Just shut up and drink.
    He whimpers. My head is cradled in the palm
of his hand, keeping it off of the floor and he is over me, holding
himself up with the other fore arm.
    My body is in a heightened state of
pleasure.
    He closes the distance between our bodies and
it feels so good to be touching him like this. Have we ever been so
close? It doesn't feel like we have.
    His weight feels so good and so does his
heat. I don't know why but in this moment I love him so much my
heart might explode.
    His greedy pulls have turned into hesitant
sucks and sometimes it feels like loving kisses. I know he is
trying to stop but he can't. His body has been denied it's
sustenance for far too long and it's not willing to give it up yet.
It needs it.
    Gods, make me stop. I can hear your pulse
slowing down.
    Not yet, love. I'm fine, I promise.
    I don't believe you! Please, help me,
I'm…scared.
    You're fine, just drink.
    He whimpers.
    His hands have been roaming my body a little
bit, his body has pressed a little bit closer. I can tell how much
he wants me and it ignites my body even more, which I didn't think
was possible. I feel like I might burst into flame.
    I want to touch him so bad in return.
    I really want to touch you.
    I really want to stop drinking this heavenly
blood. But it's like a drug and my fangs won't retract.
    I'm getting a little light-headed now. Maybe
you should stop soon if you think you've had enough.
    Oh god. Make me stop. Punch me. Pull my
hair. Something!
    I didn't know you liked it rough,
Shadow.
    Alexia…. he growls.
    He's onto something here. If he has had
enough for a little while, then I really should stop him because I
am about to faint. I don't want to hurt him though so I try my
little trick from last time.
    I pinch his nose shut.
    I hold it closed as long as I can but I'm not
sure if it works or not, because the darkness takes me with it.

Chapter Six
    The first thing I notice is that someone is
stroking my head. I must have been asleep for a while because my
stomach feels empty and rumbles and my mouth is dry. My eyes feel
so good being closed that I keep them shut as I delight in the
pleasure of being coddled.
    I attempt to open my eyes but I just feel my
eyelids flutter. I'm still staring into the darkness. I feel so
tired and sluggish.
    Who knew it took so much energy to just open
your eyes or wake up.
    "Alexia?" My name sounds so broken coming
from that raw voice.
    My eyelids flutter open this time without
even putting that much effort into it.
    Huh.
    The first things I notice are the two glowing
red eyes above me that light the darkness all around me.
    The second thing I notice is that instead of
that making me panic, my heart swells with relief.
    And have they ever been so bright?
    I try to speak but my voice lets out a rough,
hoarse squeak and I clear my throat.
    "Yeah?" I manage.
    "How do you feel?"
    I close my eyes and smile.
    Pretty good as long as you keep petting my
head.
    "Oh gods, you scared me, baby," his voice
comes out thick and broken.
    I frown and try to sit up. He pulls me into
him, putting my head on his chest with his arms around me.
    He rocks me and I am shocked at his
tenderness. I feel so secure here in the strength of his arms that
I don't speak to ruin the moment.
    It's been so long since he