CHAPTER 14
Icarry her in my arms to the bed.
"When did you get out?"
"I didn’t." Laying her down, she kneels on her mattress in front of me. She tilts her head, her eyes absorbing each tattoo etched on my arms. They linger a moment on my chest, then drift down to my belt.
"Take off your shirt." She looks up at me. Her back curves, chest elevated high. Her dark strands cascade over her body like a living veil, shifting with every movement. It clings in some places, teasing the curves and contours beneath, while in others, it spills in wild waves, obscuring all but fleeting glimpses of soft skin. I comply with her request. I feel weak, a feeling I never saw coming. It creeps in quietly to me, studying her every movement, imprinting her face in my mind, might be my favorite thing. The way her eyes hold me captive.
I’d dig every grave for her. I would line the field with bodies, turning them into scarecrows. I’d strip each bone bare of flesh. Clean them of blood. From them, I would craft jewelry and hair clips for her. Make use of their skin to wavefresh covers for her torn books. I’d turn their skulls into buckets; for her to pack them with candy and gift them out to children on Halloween night.
Her fingers trace the definition of my abs. Like waves, they move upward. Drawing phantom patterns on the knife tattoo etched on my ribs. She observes the spot of clear skin right above my chest, under my collarbone, and kisses it. Her red lipstick leaving an imprint on the skin. Marking the place for the future tattoo. I lift her chin so I can get a good look at her face. Her hand moves to my belt. She unfastens it without flinching or diverting her eyes from mine. Her witchcraft holds me motionless. She loosens my pants and ventures her hand into my briefs.
I swear, I felt my dead heart racing for an instant. She takes out my cock, holding it at the base. Leaving my eyes, she looks down at it. My fingers slide through her hair, tuck it behind her ear, and stop there for a moment. She kisses the tip of my cock. A sudden jolt dances along my spine. Tiny spiders climbing on each vertebrae. Each tingling sensation, like a spark igniting my nerves, leaves me breathless. Another soft kiss. Her tongue parts her lips and licks the tiny hole, tasting the precum. She starts slowly to stroke me. Her flat tongue licks my whole length.Fuck. From the base, she stops at the head and creates circles with her tongue around it. She awakened my heart. Throbbing inside my chest. I want to be inside her so bad. She puts the head of my cock inside her mouth and takes it out, rubbing it against her lips and cheek.
"Do you want me, bat boy?"
She must be teasing. I am hard for her. Because of her.
"I want you, nightshade. In all forms and positions."
"Good." She gives my cock another kiss. Another stroke.
I would kill everyone and everything for you.
"Good." I twist her hair around my hand.
She starts giving me a blowjob. Stroking, licking and sucking on my cock. I lose it as she deep-throats me. Cumming on her chest, I kiss her afterwards. Tasting myself on her tongue and lips.
Now it’s my turn to taste you.
I kneel in front of her bed, taking hold of her legs and placing them on my shoulders. She looks surprised. Gently tugging down her lace thong, I kiss her thighs. Soft, sultry moans fill the air. She lies on her back, her hands already in my hair.
A kiss on her right thigh.
A kiss on her left thigh.
Keeping her yearning for me.
The air that escapes from my lungs brushes against her skin, and she startles. I finally kiss her, my tongue tip touching her clit. No blood would ever please me like this. Her shiver unfurls, a spark that tingles playfully on my tongue. I smile at her moans. At her wanting more.
"If you don’t fuck me right now, pretty boy, I am going to kill you." She grips my jaw and tilts my head so she can meet my gaze. I hoist myself onto the bed, positioned over her.
"Do you want me, nightshade?"
"I want you," Her legs entwine around my body, anchoring me firmly to her. "Right now."
I kiss her neck, inhaling her scent. My lips sense the blood throbbing beneath her skin. The thickness of her vein. My fangs ache. The cold steel meets my skin.
"I said fuck, not feed."
I lift my head and catch her gaze. Anger paints her stunning face.
"I can do both."
"Did I ask for both, bat boy?" She presses the blade into my skin. "No."
I smile at her, revealing my fangs and licking their sharpness. She tracks my every motion with keen intensity. I clasp her wrists, lifting her hands above her head. Her eyes widen, a flash of fear illuminating her face. The knife slips from her grasp onto the sheets. With a swift motion, I pull my chain from my pocket and tie her hands, a tight binding that leaves no room for escape.
