Page 71 of The Depraved Prince
I’m giving into this sick game of his and he’s winning.
I claw at his shoulders, and he roars with satisfaction. He buries his face in my neck but restrains himself from biting. Instead, he licks at my neck, cleaning up whatever blood that lingers from earlier.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he commands.
Thrust.
“I’m yours.”
“Tell me you crave me.”
Thrust.
“I crave you.” His cock starts to feel heavenly, and the pain is long gone. As I register his words, the headboard kicks into the wall with loud bangs.
“Tell me you love me.”
I’m breathless as he picks up his strength and speed, pounding into me angrily and crazy.
“Ah!” I scream as pleasure rocks me violently. My eyes spring open from how drastically everything has changed. Before, it was slow and calculated. Now? His movements are messy and powerful. The muscles in his triceps tighten, and he tears open a pillow beside my head when I don’t respond. The sound of fabric being torn open and holes drilled into the wall from the headboard ring into my ear.
“Tell me you love me!” He growls impatiently as he claws the headboard and crushes it in his grasp. The wood cracks and pieces of it fall onto the side of us.
“I love you! I love you, Hayden. I love you…” I moan out, and a sharp scream from my throat follows as pure bliss explodes; my entire body trembles and I’m in a dark paradise. Shutting my eyes, my climax possesses my body, nirvana inking my veins, and my pussy clenches down on his cock as I orgasm. Oh my God, he feels so damn good.
The thrill he inflicts upon my body is addicting, and I already want more. Hayden’s eyes transform from blue into those crimson, vibrant, vampiric red eyes. They glow, and the obsidian in his eyes dilate.
“Fuck. Millie. Fuck!” Hayden powerfully thrusts into me faster as he grips my hips tight with his free hand, so hard bruises will form. “I’m greedy…so fucking greedy for you,” he whispers into my neck as he comes undone, and his thrusts slow down, but they’re deep and full of passion as he fills me with his cum.
“I’m sorry, Millie. You’re mine now…and for that,I am sorry.” He sincerely apologizes as I ride the blissful surges.
It’s like he knowswhat he is, and what he’s doing to keep me isn’t right. He knows he isn’t being fair or reasonable. He knows I’m trapped but doesn’t want to lose me. The lengths he will go to to have me with him are fucked up, and he’s apologizing for it.
He cups my ass still, his fingers digging into my skin with no remorse as he still relishes being inside me. He doesn’t want to pull out.
Our breaths are fast and deep, and I reach for his face, brushing my fingers through his hair. Hayden closes his eyes and tilts his head towards my fingers. He looks different. There’s solace, a glimpse of a good man I know he is. I feel satisfied.
I groan, and I already feel the aftermath on my strained muscles.
“Are the demons gone?” I whisper with a shaky voice.
“Only when I’m inside you,” he rasps and falls over closer. He kisses me, and I return the mutual passion. He cuts my lips open with his fangs, forcing the blood from my lips to join our dancing tongues. I like this side of Hayden. I love his gentle promises and caresses. The demons in his head and soul need to be silenced, even if it’s at the expense of my freedom.
The demons are gone. My family is safe. The Southern Vampire King is dead.
Everything will be okay.
Everything will fall into place.
And I will find a way out of this.
He rests on his elbows and brushes his thumb against my cut lip. Red stains his thumb, and he licks it. He hums deeply and is animalistic. His cock grows harder while he’s still inside me.
“As much as I want to fuck you all night, you need rest to recover. I took too much blood from you.” He kisses my forehead, gets out of me, and pulls me onto his chest. I lie on top of him as he pulls the blankets over us.
He’s cold and rigid, but I’m too exhausted to move. I’m tired, drained, and depleted. And yet, the man I fear is still the only person that makes me feel loved, safe, and at peace. He makes it easy to fall asleep. I blink uneasily as I remember how King Davenport almost took Hayden from me. I shudder against his cold muscles. My fingers lurch against the veins that run along the perfect V of his lower body.
“I’m not going anywhere tonight. Go to sleep, baby girl. I’ll see you next moon.” He knows what I’m feeling…always.
