him?
“Elise.” Blake drew away enough for her to look at him. “Will you drink from me?”
“What?” She couldn’t have been more startled if the demon had suddenly appeared.
He sighed. “I don’t have much time, and that’s all right. But I’d like to think something of me will last. If my blood is inside you, then it’ll live on for as long as you do…”
Fresh tears came to her eyes. How could she feel so much pain when just a few days ago, she’d been empty inside?
“… but only if you want to,” Blake continued. “I don’t know if the demon in me makes it too disgusting to–”
Elise sealed her mouth over his throat, the suddenness of her movement cutting his sentence off. Blake’s heart began to beat with an excited, increased pace that heightened her hunger. She let her tongue probe his neck, tasting his skin. Caressing his pulse. Deciding just where she’d penetrate with her fangs.
Blake’s breathing accelerated, his chest rubbing hers with its rapid movement. His hands clenched on her back in the same rhythm that she flicked his neck with her tongue.
“Is this, ahh, going to hurt?” he asked, his voice catching when she pressed her fangs against his throat.
Elise smiled. “You’ll see.”
She let her fangs pierce him slowly, savoring the exquisite splitting of his skin and the hot, luscious blood that followed. Blake shuddered, a groan escaping him that she heard and felt against her mouth. She waited, letting the euphoric venom from her fangs spread farther into his bloodstream, before drawing in a long, deep suction.
Blake’s back arched and he gasped. Elise moaned at the slide of his blood down her throat, warming her. Igniting every preternatural sense in her. She took in another swallow, getting as much pleasure from the way Blake’s hands gripped her as she did by the sweet taste of his blood. His breath came in gasps, the thundering of his pulse against her mouth mirrored by his heartbeat next to her breasts. The rich, spicy scent of him increased, wrapping around her. Intoxicating her. Urging her to take more.
“God, yes,” Blake moaned, his voice rising. Elise grabbed his head, arching his neck farther back, and bit into him again.
A hoarse cry came from him, like a lover might make. Even as Elise gave a last, longing swallow, savoring his blood, she drew her thumb across a fang and held the cut to the holes she’d made. They closed before the final sounds faded from Blake.
She leaned back to see his face. His eyes were closed, dark strands of hair tumbling over his forehead, and he had a sensual, lethargic—and surprised expression on his face.
His eyes opened in the next moment, coriander blue and beautiful. “That didn’t hurt at all,” he said, a grin tugging at his mouth.
Elise laughed, bright and filled with the unexpected happiness inside her.
The smell of sulfur woke her. Blake had fallen asleep in her arms, both of them reclining on the narrow pullout that masqueraded as a bed. Elise wasn’t drowsy. She didn’t want to miss a second of her remaining time with Blake.
When that awful, burning stench enveloped Blake, her arms hardened and rage filled her. She was prepared to keep the demon from harming Blake—or escaping—so she was taken aback when all the demon did was open his eyes.
“You and I need to talk,” Xaphan said in a low, gravelly voice.
Elise watched with loathing as Blake’s skin turned that waxy, sallow color, and red replaced the lovely blue in his eyes.
“I don’t think so,” Elise growled.
His lips curled back in a condescending sneer. “Stupid little vampire, don’t you see? I’m your only hope of saving this mortal.”
Even though she knew better, hope sparked in her. “How? You’ll willingly leave him?” That would mean the demon would get away, but then Blake would be free. God forgive her, she would be okay
“Elise.” Blake drew away enough for her to look at him. “Will you drink from me?”
“What?” She couldn’t have been more startled if the demon had suddenly appeared.
He sighed. “I don’t have much time, and that’s all right. But I’d like to think something of me will last. If my blood is inside you, then it’ll live on for as long as you do…”
Fresh tears came to her eyes. How could she feel so much pain when just a few days ago, she’d been empty inside?
“… but only if you want to,” Blake continued. “I don’t know if the demon in me makes it too disgusting to–”
Elise sealed her mouth over his throat, the suddenness of her movement cutting his sentence off. Blake’s heart began to beat with an excited, increased pace that heightened her hunger. She let her tongue probe his neck, tasting his skin. Caressing his pulse. Deciding just where she’d penetrate with her fangs.
Blake’s breathing accelerated, his chest rubbing hers with its rapid movement. His hands clenched on her back in the same rhythm that she flicked his neck with her tongue.
“Is this, ahh, going to hurt?” he asked, his voice catching when she pressed her fangs against his throat.
Elise smiled. “You’ll see.”
She let her fangs pierce him slowly, savoring the exquisite splitting of his skin and the hot, luscious blood that followed. Blake shuddered, a groan escaping him that she heard and felt against her mouth. She waited, letting the euphoric venom from her fangs spread farther into his bloodstream, before drawing in a long, deep suction.
Blake’s back arched and he gasped. Elise moaned at the slide of his blood down her throat, warming her. Igniting every preternatural sense in her. She took in another swallow, getting as much pleasure from the way Blake’s hands gripped her as she did by the sweet taste of his blood. His breath came in gasps, the thundering of his pulse against her mouth mirrored by his heartbeat next to her breasts. The rich, spicy scent of him increased, wrapping around her. Intoxicating her. Urging her to take more.
“God, yes,” Blake moaned, his voice rising. Elise grabbed his head, arching his neck farther back, and bit into him again.
A hoarse cry came from him, like a lover might make. Even as Elise gave a last, longing swallow, savoring his blood, she drew her thumb across a fang and held the cut to the holes she’d made. They closed before the final sounds faded from Blake.
She leaned back to see his face. His eyes were closed, dark strands of hair tumbling over his forehead, and he had a sensual, lethargic—and surprised expression on his face.
His eyes opened in the next moment, coriander blue and beautiful. “That didn’t hurt at all,” he said, a grin tugging at his mouth.
Elise laughed, bright and filled with the unexpected happiness inside her.
The smell of sulfur woke her. Blake had fallen asleep in her arms, both of them reclining on the narrow pullout that masqueraded as a bed. Elise wasn’t drowsy. She didn’t want to miss a second of her remaining time with Blake.
When that awful, burning stench enveloped Blake, her arms hardened and rage filled her. She was prepared to keep the demon from harming Blake—or escaping—so she was taken aback when all the demon did was open his eyes.
“You and I need to talk,” Xaphan said in a low, gravelly voice.
Elise watched with loathing as Blake’s skin turned that waxy, sallow color, and red replaced the lovely blue in his eyes.
“I don’t think so,” Elise growled.
His lips curled back in a condescending sneer. “Stupid little vampire, don’t you see? I’m your only hope of saving this mortal.”
Even though she knew better, hope sparked in her. “How? You’ll willingly leave him?” That would mean the demon would get away, but then Blake would be free. God forgive her, she would be okay
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