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She rocks back, lowering her cunt to my face. I lap at her pussy, feasting on her, drawing long, slow licks. But she bites down harder on my groin, and something in me snaps. Manoeuvring myself to free an arm, I push her legs apart. I thrust a finger inside her, draw my tongue over her arse the same way she did to me and then sink my teeth into her cheek.
There’s a momentary pause, where she stops drinking from me to moan. And then she’s sucking at my leg and driving her fingers inside me. And I am doing the same to her. Blood leaks from my mouth, covering my neck.
Just like on the rooftop, my world blurs. Bright colours and absolute darkness. My senses erupt into a thousand teeming sensations. Both of us moan, our mouths full of blood, our fingers covered in juices. We feed off each other like animals. I lift off, bite again, and again.
I cover her.
Mark her.
She does the same to me. Punctures my thighs over and over. The air stinks of the sweet alcoholic scent of Sangui Cupa. We’re drunk off each other. Drugged and high on pleasure and liquid claret. My soul swells, my vision frays.
“I’m going to come,” I moan into her arse cheek. She bites down hard, drawing a long mouthful of blood, and I explode. Stars splatter across my vision. I swear my heart stops beating. My pussy clenches, my muscles tensing. And that is what makes her spill over. She clamps down on me, a rushing liquid soaks my hand. I pull out, moving myself over her pussy and drink down whatever she gives me. Her come mixes with her blood in my mouth, and I think I must be dead because nothing should taste this exquisite.
The pair of us lie there, our pussies pulsing and relaxing as the aftershocks hit us. Slowly, we both remove our fingers and fangs, and she rolls off me.
I sit up, aching, sore, but utterly satiated.
I glance at Octavia and have to stifle a smirk. “Do I look as bad as you?” I point at her, and she nods.
“Gods, you look like you were in a fight.”
Blood smears cover her face, and her hair is ridiculous. I glance down. I am covered in come, vampire whisky and a lot of blood. My thighs, while no longer cut, still bear her mouth markings.
“And you look like you’ve been royally fucked. But then, that’s what you get for being a brat.”
She holds her hand out to me, and we race through the mansion, stark bollock naked, giggling like teenagers.
Chapter21
CORDELIA
One Thousand Years Ago
For three long days and three long nights, I stay by Eleanor’s bedside. I couldn’t stand the sight of her hair so lank and dry, so I apply moisturising creams and pastes to her waves to revive them. I take over rubbing the potions and pastes onto her burns and help the healers in any way I can.
It’s on day three that the nurse pulls me aside and asks me whether I’ve taken a shower or rested anywhere other than the unforgiving wooden armchair beside Eleanor’s bed.
I shake my head at her. Despite my protestations, she tugs me out of the room into the hallway. She tells me to stay put while she speaks to two hulking men in beige uniforms with a stripe down the side of their legs. She whispers behind her hand like a conspiratorial child to one of them. I frown at her, but she smiles and giggles.
One of the men raises an eyebrow at her. She responds by slapping his arm playfully and pushing him off to do whatever she’s bid him to do.
She scurries back to me and drags me across the other side of the hospital to where there are showers.
“Well, m’lady, I hate to be ill-mannered, but you ain’t smelling too fresh. I’d really rather prefer it if you could wash yourself while I find you clean clothes.”
I splutter in response, about to give her a mouthful, but I know she’s only doing her best and wanting to help. And probably right. Reluctantly, I shuck off the dress and stand in my undergarments, which, now I get a closer smell of myself, aren’t the freshest.
Her nose wrinkles. “Come on, miss, them too.”
“But I’m... I’ll be...”
“Look, I see bodies all day long, ain’t nuffin’ special about yours. No offence. Give me the clothes and I’ll have ’em laundered for you.”
I huff and turn my back on her, pulling my undergarments off too. I hand them to her, and she scoops them into her arms.
“Towels in the cupboard. Now scrub up.”
With that, she scuttles away and closes the door behind her. I switch on the shower and let the water run warm before I climb under.
