Page 31 of Dear Mr. Vampire

My face was wet with tears because that shit was great and then Zand pumped his hot liquid inside me and his entire body shook so fiercely he lifted my limp body off the bed. I thoughthe was done, but he pumped himself inside me three more times for good measure. He released my trembling legs and let them fall to the mattress.

I hurried and wiped my face before he could tell my tears from my sweat. My heart was racing so fast it was scaring me. I needed to calm down. I was too young to have a heart attack.

Zand kissed my cheek. “Don’t you ever ghost me again.” He playfully bit into my cheek. “Did you hear me?” His voice pulsed through my ears and curled my toes.

“Yes.” I heard him, but my throat was too dry to come up with a full sentence.

I was overheated and wet. This workout didn’t compare to the gym. I had been stretched in twenty-two different directions. I was bent over and sideways. All I wanted to do was lay flat. I wanted a quick nap because his dick had put me into a coma.

“Chanel, if you disappear again.” He stopped to control his words.

“I’m not. I’m here.” I hated he had hooked me with his charm, his good looks, his amazing tongue and his rapid fire incredible Hulk dick.

“Look at me.” I opened my eyes, and he was hovering over me. He was staring down at me with those fucking sweet caramel fuck me eyes of his. “I meant everything I said when I was inside you.”

“You’re still inside me.”

His lips curled into a half smile. “Yeah, I am.” He placed a passionate kiss on my lips and I felt his dick flinch inside me. He shifted his weight and pulled me into a more comfortable position while managing to keep his dick inside me. “You’re tired.”

“I’m exhausted.” I couldn’t move my body. I’d taken a beating. He wasn’t playing when he said he wanted to fuck the shit out of me.

“Close your eyes. Sleep.”

I was physically and emotionally drained. My pussy was raw.My nipples were sore. I would never feel comfortable under these awkward circumstances, but Zand was different. He made me feel complete. I would be lying if I didn’t think he was peculiar. But he seemed honest and genuine, and it cancelled out all the apprehension I felt about his weird behavior. I knew I was falling for him in the worse way and there was nothing I could do about it. There was just one thing. I could strap on a parachute and hope it opens.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHANEL

One night of sex turned into three additional lust-filled nights of getting my back blown out. The sex was intense, satisfying, and passionate. Sometimes he fucked me and sometimes he seemed to be making love to me. My body bent and twisted to his every command. I never felt so tired and energized at the same time. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him. The thought was exciting and frightening. I knew I would be devastated when he was done with me. For now, I would revel in what this was. Even though I didn’t have a name for it.

I went to work and came home to Zand, knocking on my door only a few hours later. I appreciated he gave me time to unwind. But I would’ve been okay with him standing at my apartment door to greet me with a kiss as well. Men were always sweet and caring in the beginning and I was on pins and needles, waiting for the ball to drop. The real Zand was going to come out one day, and I was going to have to deal with it.

Zand cooked meals for me. His food was seasoned and delicious. He made sure my coffee was restocked. He even washed my clothes while I was at work. I had at least two loads piled up. Dirty leftover laundry from when I was trying to avoid bumpinginto him. I wasn’t used to this kind of behavior. Sure, I had been treated well by men, but Zand was caring and considerate. He put my feelings and me first. His thoughtfulness was different and unique. We had already slept together, and he was still putting forth an effort.

We were acting like a couple. He was treating me like I was important and special to him. It was too good to be true. I didn’t care. It felt good in the moment and I was willing to live in the moment for now. In this short time, I felt like I was in a relationship. I loved this feeling.

We ended the night in my apartment like usual. We talked about so many things. We laughed and being around him felt real. I just didn’t know how long this would last and somehow I was okay with it. After dinner, we cuddled under my bed sheets, watched a few episodes of Snowfall and I fell fast asleep.

I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep when I heard my cell phone ringing. I cracked my eyes open to pure darkness. I didn’t have any clue where my cell was located. I looked over at the nightstand. It wasn’t there. I looked the other way and there was Zand. He was asleep on his stomach. His face buried in a pillow, and pointed toward the door. I had the urge the touch his messy hair, but I didn’t. I needed to find my loud ringing cell phone.

I sat up in bed and tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. I blinked to hear better, even though that wouldn’t work. The sound was coming from the nightstand, but I had already looked over there. I leaned over and my eyes drifted down to the floor. There was light. I spotted my cell phone down on the floor. I leaned over the edge of the bed, smashing one of my breasts into the corner of the mattress.

I looked at the cell screen and it was a picture of Morgan. I unlocked my cell with my face and answered the call.

“Hey Morgan.” I glanced over at Zand. His handsome face was buried deeper into the pillow. He looked comfortable and like he belonged here with me and under my fluffy duvet. This was nice. I really had the hots for this man.

“Coco, this is Mitchell.” His husky voice reeked with distress.

“Hey.” I covered my bare breasts with the duvet and sat up straight. “Mitchell.” Morgan’s brother never called me. He was on his sister’s cell phone. This wasn’t a good sign. My heart picked up the pace. “What’s going on?” I just knew it was something bad. “Is Morgan okay?” I offered another question before he could answer the first one.

“Morgan is fine. I mean she’s, she’s, it’s Craig.” He stumbled over his rushed words.

“Craig.” Her boyfriend. “What happened?”

“He was in a car accident.”

“Wait! Was Morgan in the car?”

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