She opens her eyes and a tear slides down her cheek. “The Church says we’re all sinners. That we’re evil and in need of redemption. There’s no way I can ever earn it. I never could.”
I chuckle and wipe her tears away. “Maris, the only evil things in the world are demons, it’s our nature but humans?” I shake my head and lean in to kiss her. “Humans are not evil. Why do you think I choose to heal them when I could do anything in the world?”
It’s true. Blood might be what keeps me going but it was different in the beginning. I used to want to fix some of what I’d done, but that was a very, very long time ago. It didn’t mean that it had never been true.
I’d admired humans once. Thought they were worth saving.
I don’t anymore. None of them matter to me but Maris.
“Because it’s free food and you like the way you look in the coat?”
I grin at her. “I do like the way I look. It’s a great coat,” I say, looking down at the white doctor’s coat I’m wearing, “The thing you need to understand is that humans make the choice. They can be good or evil through their own choices and actions, and evil is a choice humans actively choose, but hear me now. No one is simply bad for existing.”
Maris smiles back at me. “Except for you?” she asks, putting a hand to my chest and giving my coat lapel a tug.
“Yes. Now you’re getting it. Except for me and the other bunch of demons cosplaying at functioning members of society. We’re evil. Soulless and depraved from conception. Nothing like humans. Your kind earns their stripes the old-fashioned way.”
“My kind?” Maris looks up at me. “You were human.”
“And now I’m not,” I tell her.
“What are you then? The big bad vampire?” There’s a tease in her voice but there’s something else, too. A hunger. I know what it is. My blood. It heals but it also acts as a libido enhancer. Vampires aren’t the only ones that consume blood, and you can always count on humans to make anything into a drug.
“No. I’m yours.”
Maris flattens her hand, palm pressed to me and slides her hand over my chest. She takes her time touching me. I savor the drag of her palm, the press of her fingers, the warm feel of her through my clothing. She looks up at me and smiles and her cheeks are rosy and eyes bright. Even if I couldn’t smell her, or didn't have my blood in her veins, I would know she was aroused.
“You are, aren't you?” she asks.
“Always,” I answer her.
Maris moves at my answer, her body surges up into mine, hands grabbing my coat to pull me into her. She wouldn’t be able to move me normally, but I let her do as she pleases. I go with her and let her touch direct me. Maris pulls me in close and gets up on her knees on my desk. I hear the stack of drug reviews hit the floor and papers scatter. Maris yanks my coat down my shoulders and I help her get rid of it. I toss it on to the desk beside her and move back into her arms from one second to the next.
“Fuck me,” Maris moans in between kisses. She reaches down and yanks at her dress. “Julian, please, I need you. I-I’m, it’s too much.”
“What’s too much?” I already know the answer but I want to hear her say it. I want to hear my beautiful wife tell me what she’s feeling. I want to savor the words, knowing it’s my blood that has her out of control.
“Like I’m fire, like there’s bees under my skin.” She grabs onto my shoulders and shakes her head. “My nipples…my pussy,I’m so wet and sensitive. Everything is sensitive,” she whimpers and hikes her skirt up higher.
“I’m going to cum from just kissing you,” she says, grabbing my hand and pressing it to the front of her pussy. She’s warm. When I slide my fingers down her aching pussy and press my fingers between her legs I feel it. Even through her panties, she’s dripping. The material is soaked through.
I bring my fingers up from her pussy and suck them into my mouth. Maris sucks in a sharp breath while she watches me lick my fingers clean of her.
“Fucking delicious, Maris. You’re so sweet for me, aren’t you?” I grab her hips with both hands. I hold her in place while I grind against her. Maris’ eyes flutter closed and her nails press into my shoulders. She’s warm and sweet in my arms, on my tongue, the taste of her takes the edge off but I’m going to give Maris exactly what she’s asking for. I don’t give a fuck about being at work. That boat has sailed, or whatever nautical fuck ass saying this town would use. I’ve already started putting together a plan on the quickest way to get out of the country with Maris. I have a place in Paris she might like, a country home in Nice. Then there’s Rome.
She would love Rome.
To see her bathed in golden light, tangled in my sheets after I’ve shown her the pleasures of an ancient place like Rome. Now that is a way to wait out the Varcolacus and Rosanna’s bullshit. I’ll call Aubrey in the morning and make arrangements to get us both out of this town.
“I said you’re sweet for me, aren’t you?” I lean in and bite her earlobe. I let my fangs drop and pierce her skin. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” Maris hisses in pain. Blood beads on her skin and I lick it clean, soothing her pain with my kiss. “I’m sweet for you.”
“Aching and ready for me. My sweet wife.” I lay Maris back onto the table and shove her dress up. She’s wearing redunderwear and the color complements the tan of her skin. I decide I’m going to leave them on while I fuck her.
“So pretty,” I murmur and splay a possessive hand across her hip. With my other hand I unbuckle my belt and free myself. I’m hard and ready, I’ve been ready from the second I had her in my arms. Having Maris this close is torture and ecstasy all at once.
I want her so badly my body doesn’t know if it’s meant to fuck her or feed on her.
