My hips began to crash into him over and over, riding him with all the passion and need that had built in me through all the time he wasn’t mine. My walls stroked him so tightly, my pace increasing as I rode him hard, making our moans mix with every frantic kiss.
André’s hands squeezed my ass cheeks, opening them, so his fingertip pressed into my asshole, slipping inside it. Fuck! Expertly, he played with it, stroked it, and massaged it, the feelings he ignited pushing me over the highest peak of ecstasy.
And then the entire world burst open.
“André!” I cried when the orgasm rippled from my core, making my thighs tremble around him. A million rays of light blinded me, pulling me to the depths of an abyss of pleasure like I’d never experienced.
André’s moans branded my lips before he kissed me, his scorching hardness jerking inside me as he became undone for me. I felt everything. Every quiver of his chest against my breasts, every panted breath over my lips, every jerk of his hardness against my clenching walls, and drop of pleasure as he came inside me. I loved it all.
The swaying breeze wrapped around our naked, sweaty bodies, intensifying every sensation with each caress. It felt like this high would never end.
My back pressed against the tile floor when he took over, his hard length still thrusting into me to prolong the waves of ecstasy crashing into us until we were shuddering in each other’s arms.
Sunlight trembled above us again, and I just knew that André was right. We were perfect for each other like this, as Vampiri. Absolute, perfect mates.
12
“Come in…” Countess Dariah’s voice echoed from the other side of the door.
Opened it, I tentatively searched for her when I stepped inside her suite. “You summoned me?”
“Yes.” She stepped out of the closet with a box in her hands. It was only then that I realized her suitcase was on the bed, in the process of being filled.
“You are leaving?” My voice hitched with the discovery. She couldn’t leave; I needed her.
“I’m afraid so.” A strained sigh left her, and she placed the black box on the corner of the mattress. Her gaze shifted to the TV, bringing my attention to the breaking news broadcast playing on it.
A banner flashed bright red on the bottom of the screen, the title in huge white letters read: “VAMPIRES ARE REAL, AND THEY ARE HERE TO DESTROY US!”
“It is behind me, on this exact corner of Central Park where the monsters appeared just a few weeks ago. I’m standing here with Darla Thomas, one of the people who miraculouslysurvived the attack. Tell us, Darla, what was it like to see the monsters eating humans?”
“It was horrible!” the woman shrieked, clearly traumatized by the experience as she held her dog’s leash. The large German Shepherd sat calmly beside her. “I still can’t believe it is real. I was walking my dog when he suddenly lost it, barking at nothing. Trying to protect me from the danger I still couldn’t see, he ran towards the bushes, pulling me so hard I fell into them.”
She wrung her hands while she nervously looked around, making sure no other monsters appeared.
“My sweet Milo is the only reason I’m still alive. He pulled me into the bushes just as the monster landed in front of us. Right where I’d stood a moment before.” Tears filled her eyes when she shook her head, trying not to relive the nightmare. “I hid there with him while the Vampire devoured people, and hundreds more of it appeared. They were everywhere…”
“Thank you, Darla. I’m truly sorry you had to witness such a thing. We are certainly glad that you survived.”
Nodding to the lady, who rushed out of there with her dog as if her ass was on fire, the reported faced the camera once more.
“As you can see behind us, there is still destruction.” He motioned to the park entrance, where a few policemen stood. “The park has been closed since the attack, but I’m told all bodies have been recovered and their families were contacted. Unfortunately, the cause of death was catastrophic dehydration. Each victim fully drained of blood.
“It’s not true!” A frantic man shouted from the other corner, calling the attention of the police as he quickly approached the reporter. “Those were not Vampires. Vampires are not evil!”
The human halted when two officers blocked his path, making the reporter stagger back.
“I swear it’s true. I don’t know what those monsters were, but Vampires look just like you and me and they are here to helpus. Their blood can heal humans. They saved my wife from her brain tumor. You have to believe me!”
The police struggled to contain him, but the reporter rushed toward him, searching for the next big story. “That’s okay.” He assured the police, who let the man go. “Tell me more about the Vampires who helped you.”
The man sighed in relief to have someone believe him. “It was a man, and he looked young. In his early twenties, maybe. He looks like a human because he was one before he turned. Just like any of us, but he is immortal. They all are.”
“And how did you find him?”
“Oh, I didn’t. He found us. When my wife was diagnosed, they gave her only three months to live. I began taking her to a support group in St. Patrick’s Cathedral for terminally ill people and their family. You know, to help us cope. One night, after the meeting, the Priest approached us and introduced a young man. We’d seen him there before, but we just thought maybe he had lost a parent and was there for grief support. Little did we know, he was a Vampire, and he offered to heal my wife.”
“What did they ask in return? Did they make you a blood slave?”
