Page 98 of Dark Souls

“Luka, fuck me. Right now. It’s coming back stronger. I need you to—”

He sat back between my legs, his hands moving fast to undo his studded belt and fly. He ripped his trousers off his muscular legs and fisted his rock-hard cock. I nearly passed out at the sight of him completely naked, all toned muscle, tattooed skin and those three piercings up the length of his enormous dick.

“Oh my fucking god,” I panted, unable to keep still as I tried to squeeze my legs together when my pussy pulsed in anticipation. He had grabbed the packet of condoms, ripping it open and tearing a wrapper off between his teeth. “P-please. Hurry the fuck up!” I cried. His mouth fell open in concentration as he rolled the film over his dick before trying to pry my legs open.

“I have a pierced dick, Ilaria. Rushing a rubber on isn’t ideal!”

I was a squirming mess, struggling to keep still as the pain became unbearable. His hands forced my thighs apart, pinning them down to the mattress. On a Serbian curse, he shoved himself inside me with one merciless, deep thrust. We both gasped as my back arched so far off the bed I thought I might break in half. His body fell on top of mine, his weight crushing me back in place and keeping me trapped as I moaned at the feel of our naked skin brushing against each other. I bit into my bottom lip at the feel of him so thick and deep inside me and looked up into his eyes.

His red locks dangled over his forehead, drenched in sweat as his eyes traced every inch of my face. His gaze latched onto the blood that was forming on my bottom lip from where I bit a little too hard. Slowly, he bent down and licked it away before sucking my lip into his mouth and drawing more blood for the taking. His eyes slammed shut as he groaned before releasing my lip and opening his eyes.

“???? ????? ????,” he husked.

And then he moved. A punishing, grinding rhythm as he gave himself over to the frenzy. Carnal, animalistic noises came from his throat as he bared his fangs with every powerful thrust, causing the bed to groan and slam against the wall with his force. I locked my legs around his hips and my hands raked through his hair as I held on for dear life, letting him fuck me the way we both needed. Another orgasm tore through me, splitting me in half as my fangs elongated and the pain subsided to only pleasure. Luka couldn’t stop, though. A dark haze of lust glassed his eyes as his arms locked around my body, and he sat back on his heels and bounced me up and down on his cock. He flipped us over, digging his heels in the mattress as his speed picked up, reaching levels no human ever could and my walls clenched around him, causing him to hiss through his fangs.

A vein in his neck was pulsing, and I could hear the blood rushing through it to his thundering heart. Sensing my other hunger, he craned his neck to the side, giving me better exposure as he growled, “Take what you need, love. It’s all yours.”

My pulse quickened as I looked from his eyes to his neck. This was an act so sacred for vampires, to fuck and drink at the same time was the equivalent of marking for wolves. It would heighten my feelings for him, making me more territorial and protective, but also it would be far harder to ever leave him if this all went to shit. Were we even there yet? Was I ready for this? I knew I wanted him but there was still so much I didn’t know about this man.

He wrapped his hand around my throat, pausing his thrusts as he pressed his forehead against mine when he noticed me hesitating. “You don’t want to?”

“I do. It’s just… are you sure?”

His crimson eyes flickered between mine as a broken look appeared on his face. “I’m not whole, Ilaria. I’ve lost a part of myself that I’m not sure I will ever get back. I wish I could give you all of me, as you deserve, but I can’t. But I can give you this. I’ve never willingly given my blood to another before. Will it be enough?”

I held his gaze as my heart bled. He was trying. This was him showing me in the only way he knew how that I meant something to him. That he was mine. I nodded slowly. I wasn’t sure it would be enough. I still held onto the hope that he would one day regain his humanity. That he could become whole again. But he wasn’t there yet, and at that moment, it was all he could give.

His lips crashed against mine, and it felt like he was attempting to steal my soul right out of my body and keep it for himself just through that very kiss. He started to move again, slower this time and hitting a deeper spot inside me with a bruising caress that had my toes curling. He broke our kiss, falling back against the pillow as I leaned forwards and held his gaze. I forced his hands above his head on the pillow and he turned his head slightly as I bared my fangs. The moment they sunk into his throat, his whole body tensed. He groaned so erotically, and his cock throbbed inside me while his blood exploded on my tongue with an electric tingle. He tasted delicious. Rich, dark and dangerous. Powerful. I moaned, lost to the euphoria as I took large gulps while his dick pounded inside me and sent me spiralling over the edge of the most earth-shattering pleasure I’d ever known. Luka roared, the vibrations shaking the bed as he lost control and came with one last thrust. My vision blurred. My body slumped. But I kept taking slow, sluggish gulps of his blood, needing more. It was the most addictive thing I had ever tasted and I didn’t think I would ever get enough. It felt familiar. Like home. I felt myself falling into unconsciousness. Blackness clawed at my mind and I welcomed it, knowing if I died now, there’d be no better way to go.

Pretty Angel

IgrumbledincoherentlyforLukaevery time the unyielding throbbing between my legs tore from sleep me. I was completely disoriented, with no idea how long it had been or where I was, and I’d lost count of how many times we’d had sex. Though my body ached beyond belief, the burn ignited a passion that wouldn’t be extinguished. I buried my face in the pillow and groaned, my arm snapping out behind me for any sign of him. I had no idea how he was still alive. Was death by too much sex a thing? He’d let me drink from him until I passed out. He fucked me until the burning sensation faded. He never complained or denied me what I needed. Yet he must have been exhausted.

Hands snaked around my waist, pulling me back into his hard chest as he buried his head into the curve where my neck met my shoulder sleepily.

“I’m here,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse. He shifted my leg over his thigh as I lay on my side, too exhausted to move and slid back inside me. I hummed in relief as the pain subsided when he moved his hips up against my ass, making slow and sensual movements.

This differed from all the other times we’d fucked where it had been frenzied and primal. Whether it was down to exhaustion or the fact he was so in tune with my needs and how sore I was, he kept it slow and tender. He held one of my breasts in one hand, playing with my nipple bar, and circled my clit slowly with the other hand while peppering kisses along my shoulder blades and up my neck. With my eyes remaining closed, my lips parted as my breathing became more ragged to match his. This wasn’t just fucking. This was something I’d never experienced before, and I doubted he had either.

I lifted my arm clumsily behind me, running my fingers through his hair and forcing his lips to my neck.

“Bite me, Luka,” I whispered, as he nibbled at my earlobe.

“You sure, love?”

“Yes,” I husked and he wasted no time in sinking his fangs into the jugular vein in my neck. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he took slow, erotic gulps of my blood, matching the relaxed rhythm of his thrusts. His arms wrapped around my body so tightly as I shook uncontrollably. My voice became lost to a silent scream of ecstasy when I felt his cock pulsing inside me, spilling himself into the rubber between us. At that moment, I would have done anything to have him bare, but I knew my sensible brain would thank me for keeping my mouth shut once this was all over.

He removed his fangs from my neck, and we lay there entwined, only our heavy breathing filling the silence. His panted breaths slowed first and turned shallow as they tickled against my shoulder and I realised he’d fallen asleep with his tattooed arms still wrapped tightly around me like the safest blanket and his dick still buried deep inside. I wasn’t a cuddler. Especially not after sex. Ever. But for the first time in my life, I understood the appeal. This was kinda nice. A small smile curved my lips as I allowed sleep to take me under once more.

I stared up at the beautiful face of a woman with light brown hair and even lighter green eyes that sparkled like emeralds as she caressed my cheek with her dainty fingers.

“You must be more careful when you play outside. Fortunately, this cut will not scar. You’ll be healed by sunrise.” She traced her fingers over my forehead and smiled.

“Will you kiss it better, mama?” I spoke, but the voice wasn’t my own. It was of a young boy.

“Of course,” she replied, leaning over and placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.

She started to sing. The softest, most comforting lullaby, but I couldn’t understand it. It was in another language. When the song finished, she smiled and blew out the candle next to the small bed.

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