Page 50 of All Your Bloody Lies

I want to scream that I do, tell him how good he feels inside of me that I never want him to leave. Beg him to keep me pleased for eternity even if I don’t plan to live that long.

But I won’t.

“Yes,” is all I manage to pant out.

He knows exactly what I like, and I shouldn’t be surprised because he is a creep, but I still am. “Hold onto me while I make you see stars.”

The moment I’m gripping his shoulders, his free hand slips between us and rolls his fingers in perfect rhythm against my bundle of nerves.

I’m absolutely devastated.

My entire body seizes and as I clench around him, I’m tumbling over the cliff of my climax. I can barely hear his own calls of pleasure because I’m writhing in absolute euphoria. When he fills me to the point where it nearly immediately starts pouring out, my Amoro grips me, and for the first time since its existence, it settles.

It fuckingsettlesinto his lifeforce.

Even if my eyes are wide open, my vision darkens and the flickering lights of sprites dart across them. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Maybe I’m too full to feed…

However, it’s never stopped me before. Despite the overwhelming energy radiating from his body, enveloping me like a warm blanket, I should be able to absorb it effortlessly. Yet, no matter how hard I try to focus and draw it in, I find myself unable to do so.

This is bad, but why does it feel so fucking good?

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Kairhyse

I’m not necessarily surprised, but I am concerned. The moment she was breathing steadily, her eyes were closed, and she was passed out.

She’s been sleeping a lot recently, more than when I began following her. I guess I’ve fucked her and given her quite the squirting orgasm two days in a row. Though, if she’d let me, I’d spend all day doing that for her.

While the thought of it being my doing does please me, I doubt it is. Something tells me it has nothing to do with that. She didn’t feed from me, even though I was willing and prepared for her to do so. The first time we fucked, yes she did, but not a lot. This time, I could feel her pulling at my energy, but it never disappeared. She never consumed it. Why?

Adjusting, I slide from inside of her and tuck myself back into my pants. Both of her arms are sandwiched between us, her head turned and resting against my chest.

I release a soft sigh and draw her hair across to one side, exposing her entire back. I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t like how perfectly she fits against me. Running my fingers along her spine, I reach the small of her back where the only distinctive marking I’ve ever noticed on her body resides. It’s akin to a scar, yet it lacks the usual raised orirregular texture. Instead, it appears as if a darker hue of her natural skin tone was splashed like paint in this particular area.

The safe thing to do is move her to her seat and put her seatbelt on, but who am I for safety? Even if we crash, we would both survive.

We’ll be fine, and I personally want to keep her right where she is. So, I grab my jacket tucked right behind her seat and drape it over her shoulders. I pull us slightly closer to the steering wheel, and I get back on the road.

I do my best not to stare at her, but when she sleeps, fuck she’s so cute. I’m a lost cause. I’ve completely lost my mind for this little demon, and that is a problem of its own because I still have a job to do. I need to figure out how to satisfy Achille, and get him off her back.

I laugh at myself. Look at me, questioning who my loyalty is to.

The one that pays me, or the one that will likely slap the shit out of me when she finds out she slept on me.

As if I don’t already know the answer to that.

Hopeless moron.

“Hmm,” I muse as I survey the contents of my fridge. I don’t recall ever seeing it this full before, at least not since my turning. I might have gone a bit overboard. Initially, I just wanted enough to make her lunch, but somehow, I’ve managed to stock it for a few days.

She’ll likely be gone within an hour of waking up, and the only way she’d find herself back in my bed is if I kidnap her and put her there.

Honestly, I am considering doing just that.

We returned almost four hours ago, and she was still fast asleep in my arms. Even when I accidentally bumped her head while getting out of the car, she remained blissfully unaware. I’ll keep that little mishap to myself, and if she wakes up with a headache, I’ll blame it on my cock.

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