Page 47 of Hell's Storm

His fingers dig into my hips as his lips caress my pulse, fangs grazing the skin.

He would feed off me, leaving me hot and turned on. That’s when we realized biting me with his fangs got me wet and would make me orgasm quicker. He earned his fix, and I got mine.

He pulls back, taking my lips into his.

I pull back. “How have you been eating?”

He sighs. “I go to a blood bank. You are the only person I’ve ever fed on since the start of being a vampire. Now… I’m addicted to you and your taste.”

My eyes roll back like that was music to my ears.

“Let me please you like I know I can. Let’s forget about everything for a minute.”

“I’m mad at you.”

He places his lips against my shoulder. “I know.”

“I hate you.”

“I know, baby.” he moves his body over mine and starts kissing lower and lower. My body reacts so sensitively, twitching with each soft kiss.

“I will never forgive you.”

“Mhm.” He places a kiss over my shorts, right against my pussy. “Can you still love me?”

I swallow. “I-I’m confused. I don’t know.”

He nods. “You can always come to visit me, and we can talk. You know where I am.” His finger pushes my shorts to the side, and his tongue runs through my lips.

I arch under him, moaning.

“Fuck, I missed you. Did you miss me?”

Yes.“No.”

His finger enters me, and his tongue begins his attack on my clit. I don’t even have to tell Thorne what I like and don’t like.He knows.He curls his fingers, making me writhe under his tongue. “Fuck, you sound so beautiful. Louder, baby. Scream when I make you come.”

I close my eyes and grip the velvet blankets. “T-Thorne.”

His tongue swirls my clit as his finger begins fucking me. He lets me grab his hair and fuck his face and fingers. It doesn’t take long for my legs to shake and for me to pant and beg for him to make me come.

He moans, listening. He brings me to the edge, letting me scream for him. He drinks every last drop of my earth-shattering orgasm. Slowly, he pulls away. My head is spinning, and in a daze. My legs and body are shaking, making me whimper.

But Thorne’s mood changes as he twists to the door. “Someone’s here.”

I sit up quickly. The thought of another girl walking in on us spikes my rage. “Who?”

He sits up, fixing himself. “Draco and his men. Go.”

“What?How?” I wasn’t familiar with the art of shadow walking or dreamscape.

The door is kicked down with a colossal thud. I jump, watching as Draco and his men fill the room. Their blood-red eyes seem to be locked on Thorne and not me.

Draco tilts his head. “Is she here right now? Is that who you were talking to?”

Thorne growls. “How did you find me?”

“Followed the scent of the hellhounds. Asura’s new hellhounds.”

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