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“I even said that to the White Soldiers. They let me near you because they thought your sperm was inside me.”

His face crinkled with an unreadable expression. “You want my sperm?”

I swallowed at the absurdity of the question. I turned my head away.

“I want something of yours inside me. I don’t know.”

“Oh…” He grinned lazily, and got up from the bed. He grabbed a tissue from the nightstand. His movements were slow as he wiped his hand with it. He’d probably calmed down now.

“Then I want it, too.”

“You already swallowed my cum.”

My sentence made him lick his lips, brows arched.

“It doesn’t count. We need to do it properly.”

“Do what?”

As he came back toward the bed, a sharp thing popped out from one of his bionic fingertips.

A knife.

Then a sentence echoed in my mind.

I want to eat you.

Oh.

I was truly doomed.

CHAPTER 18

Raymond

My lips curled upward. “Want to give up?”

Mina’s eyes widened, but she shook her head with a fierce determination. I swallowed hard.

This was more than just unleashing my emotions, it was a primal need I’d harbored since the first moment I met her.

All the days filled with agony, wishing that I had fangs to sink deep into her flesh, to taste her blood mixed with her moans.

I wished that for years.

I set my napkin on the nightstand, my entire body trembling with excitement.

I had to steady myself. We were just playing, like that game, all of it was for the fun. Mina had loved every second so far, too. It was our first time, but I knew I’d get better. I knew I’d learn everything about adult Mina.

Until then, we could try millions of times.

I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing her hips and pulling her close; she yielded without resistance, her obedience was both thrilling and terrifying. Normally, that doll-like passivity would scare me—make me think she’d turned into a hollow shell. But now we both understood something deeper. We knew what we craved, and we weren’t afraid to chase it.

Or we’d learn together.

She looked at me shyly, her eyes darting between me and the small blade in my hand.

“What should we do?” I whispered, my fingers stroking her hair. The burnt navy blue mixed with reds was now a sign of our eternal bond, but I still couldn’t calm down.