Page 50 of The Second Sight
Kasi hesitated for just a moment, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she considered. Then, with deliberate slowness, she tilted her head to the side, exposing the elegant line of her neck to me.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I continued moving within her, maintaining our physical connection by thrusting into her from underneath. She leaned forward, and I took her neck into my hand, pulling her to my face. I paused, inhaling deeply. Her scent was concentrated and pure. My lips pressed against her skin, feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat.
My love, my Kasi, my fae-bae trusted me. How long had it been since anyone had truly trusted me? Feared me, yes. Respected me, certainly. Obeyed me, always. But trust? Thatrarest of gifts had not been offered to me in more lifetimes than I could count.
With precision, I pierced her skin, my fangs sinking into the soft flesh of her neck. Her body tensed beneath me, a small gasp of pain escaping her lips. I held perfectly still, allowing her to adjust to the sensation, my entire being focused on not taking too much, too quickly.
Then, the first drop of her blood hit my tongue, and the world fell away.
In four centuries of existence, I had tasted thousands of humans, from peasants to royalty, from the sickly to the most robust specimens of humanity. None had prepared me for the experience of Kasi’s blood. It was sweeter and more potent than anything in my long memory. The Fae essence in her veins sang to me, a melody of ancient African magic that resonated with something equally primordial in my vampire nature.
Images flashed through my mind, glimpses of verdant forests I’d never seen, starlit skies, and the feeling of wind beneath wings I didn’t possess. Her blood carried memories that weren’t hers alone but belonged to her Fae ancestors, stretching back through generations. I tasted not just Kasi, but the very essence of her Wolof heritage.
It took every ounce of control I possessed not to drink deeply, not to gorge myself on the ambrosia flowing into my mouth. Instead, I forced myself to take only small, measured sips. Even this modest amount affected me more powerfully than a full feeding from an ordinary human would have. Strength surged through my limbs, my senses sharpened beyond their already supernatural acuity, and my arousal intensified to nearly unbearable levels.
Kasi’s reaction was equally profound. Where humans typically experienced a narcotic-like pleasure from vampire feeding. Her half-Fae physiology amplified the response. Herbody bucked beneath mine, a cry of surprised pleasure escaping her lips. Her inner muscles clenched around me in rhythmic pulses that had nothing to do with conscious control.
“Seven,” she gasped. “It feels... I can feel you. Inside my mind.”
The blood connection had opened a pathway between us, allowing her to sense my emotions, perhaps even glimpse my thoughts. Another unexpected consequence of her dual nature. I should have been alarmed at this invasion of my carefully guarded privacy. Instead, I felt a profound relief to be known, truly known.
I thrust deeper inside her, unable to hold back my climax any longer. The taste of her blood, the clench of her body around mine, the emotional connection blossoming between us, it was too much. Too perfect. Too overwhelming.
With supreme effort, I pulled my mouth away from her neck, not trusting myself to maintain control if I continued drinking during my climax. I licked the small wounds closed. I looked into her eyes as my body tensed on the edge of release.
“You are my one true love,” I confessed, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me as I came with powerful pulses deep within her body. “I will protect you always.”
The declaration surprised me as much as it seemed to surprise her. I hadn’t planned to say it, hadn’t even consciously formed the thought before the words escaped me. Yet in this moment of absolute vulnerability, with her blood still sweet on my tongue and my body joined with hers, I recognized the truth of them.
Lightning flashed, illuminating her face as her orgasm sent convulsive shivers throughout her body. I held her arms to still her and released centuries of venousness cum into her slick tunnel.
The storm continued to rage outside, but within the sanctuary of my bedroom, something new had been created between us, a bond formed of blood.
I had never spoken those words to anyone, not even Basirah. That I would say them now, to this woman who wore the face of my long-dead wife but whose soul was entirely her own, revealed a truth I had been avoiding since our first meeting.
Kasi Bacchar was not merely a doppelgänger, not merely a vessel of powerful Fae blood, not merely a physical pleasure. She had somehow, in the span of mere hours, become essential to me in ways I hadn’t believed possible.
Kasi’s eyes grew heavy, and I guided her off my still erect cock to lay on my chest. I reached for the tangled sheet to cover her body from the cold air and noticed my cock glowing in the darkness, completely covered with her pixie dust. I never read in any book that fae women had glow-in-the dark pixie dust inside their delicious pussies. I would’ve remembered that detail. Old books, an ancient text, didn’t have all the answers.
Outside, the storm began to ease. The space between thunderclaps grew longer. The rain softened from its violent downpour. I too, needed to shut my eyes for a moment.
Chapter
Nineteen
KASI
Iwoke relieved that I hadn’t dreamed a dream that was frightening or that I could remember. I remembered where I was, Seven’s bedroom. Darkness cloaked the room except for a single bedside lamp casting long shadows across unfamiliar walls. My hand reached for him instinctively, fingers finding only empty space and scattered leather-bound books where his body should have been.
“Seven?” I called out.
No response. The heavy curtains blocked any hint of sunlight, making it impossible to tell what time of day it was. I sat up slowly, pulling the sheet around my naked body, and squinted at the ancient-looking books spread across the bed.
Something white caught my eye. A folded note was taped to the cover of the largest book. There sat a handwritten note. I peeled it off the book to read, and it was from Seven with elegant handwriting, a kind of a flawless script that looked like calligraphy.
Kasinda,
