Page 72 of Dark Souls

“You’re going to kill again, aren’t you? You’ll leave here and kill someone because you need to. It’s an urge you can’t control.”

I sighed. “I have no other choice. I am already growing weak. I need it.”

“Can’t you just feed? Instead of killing?”

I thought about that. It had been years since I had. My missions were always to kill. I’d never had to reign in my urges or force myself not to go too far because Master demanded that I see the job through. But the truth was, if I wasn’t compelled to kill, nowadays, I probably still would. Once the blood hit my tongue, I was frenzied. I never cared about the life in my hands, so I had no need to stop.

“I don’t know. Possibly. I can’t remember the last time I tried to control my hunger.”

“But you think you could?” she asked quietly, the cogs of her brain whirling behind those pink eyes.

I lifted a strand of her icy hair between my talons as I asked, “What is it Snow? What’s going on in that curious little brain of yours?”

She held my gaze, determination tensing her eyebrows. “I want to be able to trust you, Heath. I want to know that by helping you, I am not making the biggest mistake of my life. I am lying to a lot of people to protect you. People I love. And I won’t do it for a monster with no soul. You must prove to me there is more to you than the crimes you commit. I need to know that I can trust you with my life.”

“I’ll earn your trust however I can, Ilaria.”

She suddenly dropped to her knees and pressed the palms of her hands carefully on my pecs, pushing until I leaned my claws back on her bed. Her eyes darted down to the fresh cuts I had made on my skin in anger and her eyes turned blood-red with thirst. Her fangs snapped down a second later, and I was hard as stone at the sight of her true vampire form.

“I’m going to teach you,” she said, her voice huskier than normal which had my dick aching and heart pounding.Hello Rue, you beautiful creature. “I’m going to teach you how to control it. How to stop before the frenzy takes hold.”

She leaned up on her knees as my breathing caught. She was going to drink my blood. My ancient demon blood would be gliding down her throat. Feeding her. I’d never willingly let anyone feed from me before. It was a vulnerable act to give something so intimate. But with her, she could take every last drop.

With her hands on either side of my hips, her red eyes roamed down to the first cut on my chest. “The first taste is always the best. I allow myself to indulge in those first gulps. The warm sensation of thick blood travelling down my throat. The taste. I connect with it. Give in to it. Five gulps. That is all I allow before I force myself to break away for control.”

I watched her in silent awe as she lowered her lips to my skin. Her tongue flattened against my wound and I released a choked noise as she slowly followed the length of the cut, lapping up the oozing blood until it was clean. She did the same thing to the next one and the next. Each time, my cock jolted, my throat growled, and my head swam with pleasure. Suddenly, her fangs sunk into my skin, and I groaned loudly as my demonic eyes rolled back into my head. She took five slow, sensual gulps of my blood, squeezing my hips in her hands on each gulp to help me count with her before she broke away. With my blood coating her lips and dripping down her chin, her eyes wide and alert and the scent of her arousal, she was the most enchanting I’d ever seen her.

“You taste so good. Powerful. If I can stop drinking from you, you can control your thirst, Heath. Count to five. And repeat,” she husked. She counted five more squeezes on my hips, digging her nails into my flesh and holding my gaze before she sank her fangs into my other pec, being careful to miss the thick, solid shadow vines that snaked down my torso.

“Fuck,” I moaned, unable to take my eyes off her as she counted out her five gulps again. This was the most intense and erotic thing I’d ever experienced. I could so easily come from just the feel of her fangs deep in my flesh. The pain mixed with pleasure was so mind-blowing, it was embarrassing how close I was to blowing my load. Yet, I couldn’t help but want more. I wanted her wild. Wanted to see her lose control and take what she desired with no restraint. I’d give it all to her without hesitation.

She pulled back once more, panting heavily as she stood up from her position. She hiked up the sleeve of her off-the-shoulder jumper and held out her dainty wrist to me. “It’s your turn. Think you can handle it, demon?”

My eyes widened as I realised what she was offering. A guttural growl rocketed from my chest as I grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto the bed, throwing her down and climbing on top of her. Pressing her to the mattress with my weight settled between her legs, she blinked up at me with a mix of alarm, fear and excitement.

“You think I’ll be drinking from your wrist like a perfect gentleman? Snow, you know me too well to know that isn’t me.” I moved back to sit on my knees and grabbed one of her legs, lifting it onto my shoulder. My forked tongue snaked out and licked a trail up the smooth, milky skin of her thigh, my eyes locked with hers as her breathing became laboured in anticipation. I flashed her my fangs, watching as her pupils dilated slightly with a little fear before I sunk them into her flesh and closed my eyes. The moan that caught in my throat when the first taste of her burst onto my tongue was so euphoric, I lost all train of thought. It was only her. Her honeyed blood tasted like the most heavenly nectar from the rarest, most forbidden fruit. Blood was blood to me. The more fear evoked in the victim, the better they tasted. But Ilaria was different. It wasn’t her fear I craved. It was her desire.

Her head tipped back on the pillow as I started to drink, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as the most delicate moan left her lips. I groaned with satisfaction when her blood spiked with arousal, making it that much sweeter. Shit, how much had I taken already? I hadn’t even been fucking counting. I started again, squeezing my sharp talons into her flawless thighs and causing pinpricks of blood to ooze from the marks they left with each count, relishing in each slow and drawn-out gulp so it would never end. But five came too soon. I released my fangs on a hiss, my vision blurring and cock throbbing. I needed more. So much more. But then I met her eyes. Her chest was heaving rapidly, and I centred myself with the sound of her thundering heartbeat. Once I felt more controlled, I lapped at the blood on her thighs and let her leg fall from my shoulder, spreading her around my waist. I dropped forwards, lifting her jumper to expose her soft stomach and sunk my fangs in without warning. Her back arched off the bed in pleasure as my claws held her waist, keeping her still as I tried to focus once again. Counting to five had never been so fucking hard. After my five gulps, I couldn’t help but kiss my way up her torso, licking her sweet scent off her skin as I went. One claw found its way to her tits, feeling the hard metal in her nipple which had me growling with want as I pressed my erection to her clit over her underwear.

“Yes,” she gasped, writhing beneath me just as I’d imagined she would when I finally got her in this position. “I… I don’t understand,” she breathed between her pants as I scraped my talon over her piercing, causing her whole body to jolt. “It shouldn’t be like this. This is wrong on so many levels.”

“As far as I can see, it feels fucking right to me,” I groaned, shifting my hips to slowly start to rub my length up and down her pussy. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I took one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing the metal and flesh between my fangs. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I bit into her chest, taking five more controlled but erotic gulps as I ground up against her core. The air was thick with the scent of our arousal as she moaned and gasped beneath me. After five, I released her, licking the bite mark.

“You’re a fast learner,” she moaned, her hips rotating so her pussy ground against my erection as I tried to fight the urge to rip that skirt and those little lace panties off and sink my monster cock to the hilt, claiming her over and over until she couldn’t remember her own name.

“No, I need more practice,” I groaned, sinking my fangs into her other breast as I started to really move against her, giving her a tiny glimpse of what I had in store for her. She was fucking soaking against my jeans, her pussy screaming for me to take it, but I wanted the words from her mouth. I wanted her to beg me to make her mine.

“Heathen…” she gasped loudly, the sound of my name on her lips as her orgasm hit was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. I groaned, taking a cheeky, extra gulp of her blood, doubting she’d notice as she was so lost in her own pleasure. I moved my hand between us to her pussy, shifting her thong to the side as my fingers delved into her, prolonging her orgasm as her walls clenched around me.

“Snow, you’re strangling my fingers so tightly, I can only imagine how you’re going to take my cock, Snow. You want it, don’t you? Tell me how much you fucking want it.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, her arms locking around my shoulders as my tongue licked up the column of her neck, where I would sink my fangs in at the same time I buried myself deep inside her.

Footsteps sounded somewhere in the distance of the castle, growing closer. I froze, hissing through my fangs as they started up the stairs leading to her attic room.

“What?” Her head snapped up, staring at me with panic. “What is it—” And then she heard them too, her eyes widening. “Fuck! Get off me!” She shoved my chest, pushing me to the side of her as she jumped up from the bed just as a knock came on her door.

“Ilaria?” a woman’s voice echoed through the heavy oak door. “Are you ready? Everyone is waiting downstairs, and the White Witch from Heroux is opening the portal any minute for you.”

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