His resolve hardens, and his lips are on me instantly, trailing a line of pure fire against my collarbones while his calloused hands grip the silky bodice and rip it to shreds.
The cool night air hits my nipples, and they tighten to painful nubs, drawing a gasp from me as Killian takes one into his mouth and sucks.
I dare a glance at our shadow doubles, and they’re already tangled up in each other to the point where I’m not sure what I’m looking at. But a ghost of pleasure snakes up on my skin where Shadow Killian buries his face between my double’s thighs.
“Eyes on me, menace,” Killian rumbles, grabbing my chin forcefully and dragging my face back toward him. “Eyes only on me.”
Gods, his unhinged possessiveness makes me sopping wet, and I try to rub my thighs together, searching for any amount of friction to release some of the pressure building inside my core at blinding speed.
He pushes my legs apart, a vicious smirk playing on his lips. I whimper in response to the lack of contact.
“No, you don’t, umbra. You’ll feel pleasure and relief when I decide you deserve it.”
“Asshole,” I mutter between pants. This is literally torture. The best kind, but torture nevertheless.
Killian’s hands travel down my body, caressing the slopes of my breasts, mapping my skin as if he’s trying to memorize it, like he doesn’t know when he’ll have this chance again. He reaches the waistband of the skirt and his smile turns wicked, hooking his fingers inside and tearing it apart in one swift movement.
“No need for this anymore.”
I’m completely naked under his heavy gaze and the great expanse of the night sky. I almost squirm under his intense scrutiny as he lowers his mouth to my core, breathing me in and whispering to himself, “A masterpiece indeed.”
The moment his tongue lashes out against my aching nub, I release a scream that echoes in the surrounding dunes. His fangs graze my pussy before he delves deeper, fucking me with his unholy tongue like a male starved gorging on his last meal. I feel his tongue deep inside me, and the pleasure is unbearable. I try to wriggle free from his touch, to put some space between us before I lose the last strands of my sanity, but he’s having none of it. His rough hands pin my hips further into the sand, his wicked tongue twisting brutally inside my cunt.
“Fucking mine,” he snarls against my flesh, and I’m too lost to sensation to challenge his claim.
He really is the greatest beast of prey in all Imiryion, and he’s devouring me like I’m the juiciest morsel he sank his claws into. My body is burning up, my mind a mess, and just when I think I can’t take any more of this, he moves his head to the side and pierces his fangs into my thigh, drinking deeply from the artery there.
Liquid euphoria replaces the blood flowing through my veins, and my mind numbs to such a degree that all I can do is drown in the consuming rapture his fangs bring. He burrows his fingers into my upper thighs, feral noises coming out of his throat as he feeds with utter abandon.
He’s more monster than male right now, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when every nerve ending in my body is painfully incandescent.
A guttural cry escapes my lips as I reach breaking point and my orgasm rampages through me like a horde of savage animals, tearing me piece by fucking piece. I melt into the ground, a puddle of ecstasy and scattered brain cells.
Killian rips his fangs out of me, my blood trickling down his chin, mixing with his own. His eyes are swallowed whole by crimson; his chest heaving, breath panting.
He is brutally beautiful, and I ache to have him inside me.
If he’s a monster, I don’t care.
He ismy monster.
I will take his loathing and challenge it with my own, all for a chance to steal such moments with him.
“You are my poison, Aimee,” he whispers as he discards his pants and lines himself with my opening. And then he enters me with one punishing jerk of his hips, pushing inside me to the hilt.
Pain and pleasure erupt at the same time, awakening every cell that was lulled into a drunken stupor by my previous climax.
Killian
Her blood still lingers on my tongue as I bury myself between her thighs. I’m ravenous, desperate to consume her whole, to brand her as mine for the entire world to know, with my cock and my fangs.
I’ve been starving myself, feeding only enough to keep my strength, but no drop of blood I ingested tasted remotely as hers.
No, it all tasted like fucking rubbish, and I only realize now how empty I’ve been feeling inside.
How utterly devoid and lost I’ve been. Clinging to my grief and outrage, pushing her away yet desperately longing for her touch, her presence.
Her blood tastes cathartic.
