“Xavier,” she moaned. Those beautiful whispers from this little demon right now made me almost come myself.
I continued to suck her clit into my mouth, and her whole body began to tense up. I knew she was close. I lifted her higher up,so that her knees widened and gripped my arms around them to bring her closer again to my mouth.
“You taste so fucking good, my baby,” I said and continue to lap at her folds.
The sight of Gwendolyn in the mirror was so erotic that it took all of my willpower not to stroke my cock in front of her.
Then surprisingly, she tore herself away from my mouth, her legs quivering, a vicious growl escaping my lips.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I pulled her back to me. There was no way I was letting her go. “Put your hands on the mirror. They are only for support and not for getting away from me, is that clear?”
“I hate you,” she replied, her breaths unsteady and yet she shivered like a naughty little pet on my tongue.
I knew she lied, only meaning the hate for her pussy which was craving my attention more than anything else right now. And the way she tried to hold back the sweet sounds, still denying the truth of how much her body wanted me. I trailed my fingers along her ass, grazing my teeth against the soft skin until the edges of my canine teeth slowly sank into one of her cheeks.
“Oh, my god, Xavier.” Her moans were like fire, igniting a desperate need the vampire inside me couldn’t ignore anymore. She let out another low growl as I pulled her pussy even tighter against my mouth.
The blood dripped from her bare skin, and I licked it off in long strokes, her blood tasted sweeter than sugar. Her velvet skin covered by my vampire marks, bloody and bruised for me. I never truly embraced this vampire side of me, until her. She and her blood were an aphrodisiac to my soul. I was feeling myself losing control, succumbing to the overwhelming need to mark her as mine.
“Xavier,” she cried out again. My name on her sweet lips was like a sacred lullaby.
When she came on my tongue, it was the most delicious taste in the world. I wanted nothing more right now than to fuck her to unconsciousness, but she was too tired, and I couldn’t have my way with her as I desired. I scooped her into my arms and carried her to my chamber. Her body was limp, her eyes half-open.
“You left me at the ball all by myself, I did not even see you. Were you even considering dancing with me?” she asked, making a whiny pout. Her self-doubt was beginning to intensify due to the faerie wine, and I hated seeing her like this.
“I wanted my love, I’m sorry.” I caressed her beautiful face, pressing my forehead against hers, before I slowly took off her bodice and corset. I draped a cotton nightgown over her skin—skin I could barely wait to mark again, to show her that she was mine. The moment she will finally give in to me, I will fall to my knees and worship the ground she’s standing on.
“I’m not tired,” she protested as I tucked her into the bedsheets.
“You will be soon… the faerie wine has side effects,” I explained, pressing my nose against her cheek, inhaling her scent. “I’ll get you some water and tea, I will be back shortly.”
I could only hope that she would feel better soon, as I was not done with her yet. She was my demon, enchanting and seducing, all I ever wanted is that she received my soul in the same way I yearned for hers.
Chapter 14
Xavier left me alone in bed, staring at the ceiling. The room felt weird and blurry, like I was still in theHall of Illusions, on his tongue. My cheeks flushed as my thoughts were consumed with images of me pressed against the mirror while he sank his teeth into my ass.
I really needed to think of something else—anything else—or I was going to lose my mind. But every time I tried to steer my thoughts from Xavier, they went right back to him. And not only him, the ball, especially the dance with the man with the golden mask. Who was he? He seemed to be a stranger but carried me across the dance floor like we’d known each other in another lifetime. And yet, he never once spoke my name. After our dance, he just disappeared like he was never there. A moment that slipped through my fingers the instant I dared to hold onto it.
My pulse quickened rapidly, adrenaline rushing through my body and making me dizzy. Panic rose in my chest, an irrational fear I could not explain. What was going on with me? What was happening here? Were these the side effects of the faerie wine that Xavier had warned me about?
I started noticing shadows jumping around me, resemblingguests from the ball who were dancing and having fun together. Their laughter rang out, but it was sharp… almost cruel. They weren’t celebrating. They were sneering at me, mocking me.
Then, suddenly, a whisper brushed against my ear.
Listen to me, Gwendolyn. It’s me. It’s me… my little robin. Breathe.
As soon as his words reached me, I began loosening up. However, the images of the people and their grimaces still didn’t stop.
I may not be there in the flesh, but I’m with you, Gwendolyn. Always. Every breath, every step, every trembling second of your day.
Because of the faerie wine, I barely registered the voice until it hit me.
It was him.
The voice I’d carried like a lullaby in the corners of my soul. The voice that found me when the world vanished. My angel, my secret guardian wrapped in shadow and mystery.
I didn’t even notice the tears at first until they dripped down my chin. They came quietly, not from sorrow, but from something far deeper. A swelling wave of emotion I couldn’t name and couldn’t hold back. Grief, awe, longing… too many things at once, surging through me like a tide I hadn’t prepared for. It was like the entire world fell down, and I was trapped once again… in a world so far away from the human realm. I just wanted to close my damn eyes and shut out the feeling.
