Page 63 of Crossing Between
"Please," I gasped, already on the edge from his skilled fingers.
His fangs sank into my neck at the same moment he thrust into me from behind. The dual penetration sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through my body. I cried out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth hood of the car.
Varon set a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher. The pain-pleasure of his feeding amplified everything, creating a feedback loop of sensation that was almost too much to bear. My magic surged again, wrapping around us both in a cocoon of golden light.
"Varon," I gasped, feeling my climax approaching with frightening speed. "I'm going to cum!"
"Cum for me," he growled against my neck, his rhythm never faltering. "Let me feel you."
His words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit with the force of a tidal wave, tearing a scream from my throat as my body convulsed around him. Varon followed immediately after, his grip on my hips almost painful as he came inside me.
For several long moments, we remained joined, both of us trembling with aftershocks. Varon licked the wound on my neck again, sealing it with gentle care that contrasted sharply with the roughness of our coupling.
Slowly, he withdrew from me, helping me turn around to face him. His expression was a mix of satisfaction and concern as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Are you alright?" His voice was still rough.
I nodded, feeling pleasantly sore and thoroughly sated. "More than alright."
He helped me adjust my clothing, his movements now gentle and considerate. After cleaning me up with a handkerchief from his pocket (of course he carried one), he pressed a soft kissto my forehead.
"We should get back on the road," he made no move to release me from the circle of his arms.
I nodded again, reluctant to break the moment but aware of our purpose. "The missing girl."
We returned to our seats, the air between us charged but comfortable. As Varon pulled back onto the main road, I noticed a subtle change in him. It was a relaxation in his shoulders, a softness around his eyes that hadn't been there before.
We drove in comfortable silence for several miles, the countryside rolling past in a blur of green and gold. I was about to ask how much further when I felt it. A disturbance in the air, a cold finger tracing down my spine.
My magic fluttered in warning, like something had sensed its pulse.
"Varon," my voice tight. "Something's wrong."
He glanced at me sharply. "What is it?"
"I don't know. But we're close to whatever it is."
He accelerated slightly, his expression hardening back into the captain I knew from work. Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to a small farmhouse set back from the road. Police tape cordoned off the front yard, and a single patrol car sat in the driveway.
As we approached the house, the feeling of wrongness intensified. My magic recoiled, sensing something dark and malevolent. The officer guarding the scene nodded to Varon, lifting the tape for us to duck under.
"Body's inside," his face grim. "Fair warning, it's not pretty."
The moment we stepped through the door, the stench hit me. Blood, decay, and something else, something sulfurous andwrong. The living room was a scene of carnage. Blood spattered the walls and furniture, and in the center of the room lay what remained of a teenage girl.
Her body was mostly intact except for oneglaring detail. Her left leg was missing, severed cleanly at the hip. But it was what had been done to the body after death that turned my stomach. Words had been carved into her abdomen, the cuts precise and deliberate.
I read them aloud, my voice barely a whisper.
"You taste divine. I wonder if they'll survive you."
Varon's hand found mine, squeezing tightly as we both stared at the message. It was a taunt, a promise, and a threat left for us by the Essencefeaster.
Chapter 37: Zoey
The message carved into the dead girl's abdomen burned into my mind as Varon drove us back to his mansion. My fingers trembled slightly in my lap and I couldn't stop seeing those precise, deliberate cuts.
You taste divine. I wonder if they'll survive you.
