Page 96 of Tainted Gifts
Kellan kneels across from me to be on the other side of Jase's body. "Keep going."
Like I would stop.
He puts his hand over the marred place where Jase's still heart is, and when I blow the next mouthful of blood in, I feel a tingle in my lips. I realize Kellan is pushing electric bursts into Jase's heart, trying to help jumpstart it as my blood works to heal.
Each time I pull back to see his body unchanged, my heart sinks lower and my breaths become more painful to take. I bend over again, feeling a stronger electrical current surging from his lips to mine this time as Kellan ups the charge on his bursts.
Something stirs in the pit of my stomach; the familiar desire, the need for intimacy. That shouldn't be happening... not with dead blood. His blood is getting in my mouth because it's covering his mouth, but it shouldn't be affecting me... not if he's dead.
Then I feel something. I feel split on his lip closing up. The wounds on his chests that lie beneath my hand start sealing shut. I dare not look for fear it's only my imagination. I keep my eyes shut tight while pushing more blood in, my reviving attempt become more fervent.
"It's working," Melania breathes out, making my whole body almost go numb.
I draw back, finally finding the courage to view the impossibility for myself. Tears spring to my eyes for new reasons when I see his wounds slowly shutting back up, and the burning desire of erotica bursting free takes hold.
In an excited panic, I drink in another mouthful, and I deliver it to him, blowing it into his mouth. Simone's gift stops dragging the blood down because the wound on his neck is no longer there.
I laugh and cry at the same time when I feel a hand in my hair pulling me into a kiss as Jase's wicked tongue comes alive in my mouth. The need for him is painful now, the call of the blood making it unbearable to refrain.
Melania sobs and throws her arms around him, but she quickly withdraws when he stands, pulling me against him and his fully healed body. My legs wrap around his waist as I jump up, and our kiss resumes with more passion then I knew possible.
"I love you," he murmurs against my lips as the wind finds my back, his long strides carrying us away as the blood begins to rule us.
"I love you."
The stairwell is as far as we make it, though I didn't even know we had made it to the hotel. My lacy underwear rips as he jerks them off me, and before I can ache for him anymore, he's inside me, surging in so forcefully that my back cracks the wall.
He forces a grunt from my mouth when he slams in again, and the stairs crack beneath his feet when he uses them for leverage to drive into me. He stays inside me and starts moving again, carrying me toward the room with brisk, blurring steps.
"Fuck. I forgot how damn good you feel," he murmurs as he draws back enough to sink his teeth into my shoulder.
I gasp out my painful pleasure, and my hands tangle in his hair as he bleeds me. My head falls back as I revel in his bite, and then I feel us passing through a threshold as he breaks through the door, kicking it open.
As quickly as we're in the room, we're against a wall, and this time, he shows no mercy. He starts his vicious thrusts and punishing rhythm, making me exude carnal moans that rattle the ground.
"Take my blood," he pants out, keeping his forceful thrusts just shy of being painful.
"No. I'll tear the place apart right now if I take your blood anymore than I already took by accident."
A girly cry escapes me as he hits a spot just right, and he reaches up to jerk my face to his shoulder.
"Take my fucking blood."
His dominant, commanding tone almost makes me reach my peak too soon. My blood bringers emerge, and they sink into his flesh, releasing more ecstasy throughout my veins.
"Fuck," he breathes, falling deeper into the heady spell.
The taste of sex and candy rushes me, breathing new life into my body with an overwhelming gust of glorious desire. It's too much, and the windows shatter in response when my gift flows free.
The walls around us crack, start to break, and rattle in pain. The door falls from its hinges and the frame shifts and starts to break.
"Easy, baby," he murmurs against my neck before slamming me into the wall that much harder, forcing my strangled, erotic screams to bubble out.
He grips my hips to jerk me to him harder, the heat between us growing as he loses his full blood chill. It doesn't hurt though. The heat feels as good as he does inside me, and I explode around him, screaming out his name as I unravel in his arms.
He doesn't stop his pounding force. Instead, he throws me to the bed and steps to the edge. He grabs me on the underside of my knees and jerks my center to meet his before driving into me again.
My back arches, and my whole body becomes a pliant tool in his hand - bending to his will. My breaths become erratic and coarse, while his become grunts. I almost lost him. Now he's standing here, owning me, loving me. I'll never lose him again.
