Page 69 of Feed Your Fiends

“But you’re blood. I’m not anything to them—Mmm,” she moans as her pussy smacks my fingers with little wet kisses as I stroke her.

I know how we could tie our blood and become a family, too.

I pinch, push, and flick her clit until I’m rewarded with that satisfying little gush of slick. The energy to create it drains my baby as she slumps backwards onto the coupe, her tits rising and falling rapidly, her eyelids drooping, the prettiest shade of pussy pink tinging her cheeks.

“You’re everything to me. If Delphine can’t see that from the moment she lays eyes on us, then my mother was right about her all along.” I’m about to caress her cheek with my sticky fingers, but she catches them with her lips and sucks.

“My makeup,” she says when she releases my pinky before using the back of my hand to wipe at her lips. The sight, the motion, the scent, harden my cock,painfully.“Don’t fuck it up.”

Yet.

“I wasn’t done,” I hiss as she kicks a leg over my head and scrambles to her feet before I can grab her ankle. In a second, she’s around the SUV, the hood between us.

“You are. We need to leave, but I don’t think we’re going in this car, are we?”

Car.

“No secrets, remember?” she says softly. “I know driving terrifies you.”

I eye the steering wheel through the tinted glass.

“I don’t want to be like this,” I say finally. “Trapped in a past loop.”

She says nothing, waiting for me to continue.

“I can’t stop seeing her. I can’t stop feeling the glass in every pore.” I finally look over at her. “Do you know what that’s like?”

Her eyes drop to her feet, and my heart slams into my throat because, of course, she does.

“Elle,” I say, coming around the car. “I’m so fucking sorry. It’s my fault that you know what that’s like. My fault you endured such pain.”

She just stares at me, and her bottom lip trembles as she says, “I didn’t think I’d ever hear you say that simple word again. You never liked hearing it. You always told me to swallow my sorries.”

“Because you never have to apologise to me. You’re my little dove, a streak of white light in my darkness. What would you have to be sorry for?”

She swallows hard as I wrap my arms around her.

“Anything you’ve done, anything you’ll do, I know it’s because I pushed you to it, not because it’s in your nature.”

She snorts, but it’s soft, disbelieving. “You really think I’m that sweet?”

“So sweet, it drips out of your pussy. It’s why you like drinking it so much.” I wave my fingers at her pointedly. “And because you’re so sweet, you need me to be your monster.”

“Monsters come in different forms. I could be a monster, too. One you least expect.”

What’s my little monster planning?

“I’m terrified.”

“You should be,” she smirks before it falters as she peers around the garage. “We still need a ride. I can drive, but that’s not the only problem, is it? It’s the car itself.”

I can’t bring myself to admit it out loud.

“How do you get around when we’re not at Beaulieu?” she asks. “How did you come every night to visit me at the hospital?”

“I walked.”

“The hospital’s an hour away from here.”

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