Page 28 of All Your Bloody Lies

Kairhyse

I’m at her side before she can stumble, but I’m not here to be gentle or her savior. I owe her for not killing me, and I’m about to give her everything she needs, just this once. Repayment for not ending my life for being careless.

As her head tilts up, my lips crash into hers. My arm around her waist pulls her tight to my body, flushing us together so there is absolutely no space between us. I don’t wait for an invitation; my tongue forcefully slips through her lips and tangles up with hers.

She immediately grips me with an intensity that I have never felt before. It’s that Amoro, there is absolutely no doubt about it. It’s not just a pull; it’s a force of nature, a gravitational power that seizes my very essence. It’s as if my energy is summoned from the depths of my being, drawn irresistibly to the surface, ready to be claimed.

Her taste is not something I’m capable of describing, and I can tell it’s muted because of how bad she feels. Imagining how delectable she’d be when she is fully alive makes me drive my hips against hers. I devour the moan that escapes her lips, and I’m fully at attention because of it.

There are too many clothes between us, and I eagerly rip away her cotton top. The tear is smooth down the center, and she shrugs off the rest from her shoulders. She has known that I’ve been watching her, and at first, she didn’t care to walk naked past her glass balcony doors, but recently I’ve not had the delight of seeingher delectable pink nipples.

I grasp one perfectly round breast into my hand, and while it’s ample in size, my hand devours it. I am not gentle, but I can tell she loves it; my nails dig into her skin, and I can smell the metallic tang that comes with blood filling the space around me. This once thought dainty girl is not that. She wants to be shredded, and I’m just the fool to do it.

Her hands are grabbing at my shirt, and I don’t stop her. I understand that she feeds off lifeforces, and that gives her sustenance, but I’m unsure of how it works. Does it need to flow from my pores?

I’m going to lead this dance of ours, but I’ll make sure she gets what she needs. I am a man of my word, after all.

My shirt is on the ground as quickly as hers was, and I’m wrapping my arm around her waist to lift her so I can pull her shorts and panties away simultaneously.

I suck in a breath; I can smell every part of her now that she’s completely naked. It’s so overwhelming that I could physically go blind. This is dangerous, and I’m coming to understand why her species is always being hunted.

Lucky for her, I’ll be her only hunter.

“Tell me,” I breathe into her mouth, “Do you need to come to feed?”

“No,” she responds quickly. “Let’s just get this over with.” Her voice is breathless, and I want to understand more. I feel this is a unique position to be in, but I’m no fool, nor is she. I could ask all the questions about her kind that I want, but she won’t answer them. Plus, I’m too distracted to formulate the right question to ask.

I slam her into the wall. “Shit, Kai!”

Why is she calling me that?

“Break anything in my fucking apartment and you are paying for it!”

Shaking my head, I huff a laugh while responding, “I’ll break whatever I want, that includes you, little demon.” I don’t allow for her to retort because I force my lips back on hers. I want those jewels on her tongue to caress my cock and balls, but those teeth, I have no doubt have torn off appendages stronger than a dick before.

Breaking from her lips, I move down her chin to her neck. It’s going to be a struggle not to feed on her; I’ll constantly have to remind myself of the danger in that, but it doesn’t mean I won’t bite.

“I said I don’t—”

My fingers slip between her shaven lips and I run the length of her slit. A sharp gasp comes from her, a moan following close behind. I’m surprised at how wet she already is, and the prospect that it is because she wants this as badly as I do, makes my cock twitch.

The moment my lips are around her hard nipple, I’m circling her throbbing bundle of nerves with my fingers. Her legs separate slightly, and I nibble on her bead in approval of her action.

Her song of pleasure is so captivating that, if Sirens were still alive, I’d swear she was one. It’s as perfect as her scent and her body. I’m absolutely a dead Vampire, and I don’t mean that ironically. This woman is going to be the death of me; I’m just not sure how long I have to enjoy this time with her.

I’m on my knees before her in seconds. “I don’t... feed like this!” she says between her gasps. The frustration on her tongue is cute because I can tell she’s mad. I know the last thing she wants is for me to be here doing this, but I could give as many fucks as Miles has dicks.

I lift her leg up and over my shoulder, and gaze at probably the most beautiful flower I’ve ever had to pleasure of laying my eyes on. “Fucking Vayl above, what a perfect delight you are.” I definitely don’t mind a bit of hair, but she keeps herself cleanly shaven with a strip to where any man would lose their mind.

“Disgusting!” I can sense she doesn’t actually think that. Something tells me she likes the praise but refuses to acknowledge it. “Hurry…” Does she not like to be given head? Or maybe she’s been left disappointed before.

I hum before demanding, “Keep your eyes on me while I make you eat that word.”

My tongue slips between her slit and the moment I taste her, I’m the one that is hasty. As if I am starved of life, I wrap my lips around her begging clit and suck as though she’s the sweetest piece of candy I’ve ever had.

Holy fuck, am I doing this for her, or myself?

I glance up at her, and she’s watching as I commanded. There’s no blush on her face, but the sheer devastation written across her expression tells me she’s in rapture. Her lips are lightly parted, and there’s a sheen over her eyes. She’s one slip of my tongue away from being flustered. I could get use to watching her chest rise and fall at my pleasure. The way she’s chewing on her lip, fighting with herself not to beg for more.

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