Page 41 of All Your Bloody Lies

Her smile is bright, and I give her an equal one. “I think you misread the safe word guidelines.” The smile on her face immediately drops. “I’d stop fucking you, Xera, that is what that means.” I make sure to grab the flimsy bra under her top as it tears completely and opens up for me. Her magnificent breasts bounce, prompting me to lean down and press a kiss to one.

“I’m still a monster that likes to bite!” Without pause, my fangs sink into her. The sensation of her taste on my tongue is so divine I nearly forget I have to spit her out. Her throaty moan from the feeling makes my entire body tremble,Gods almighty, she has me in a chokehold.

I release her and immediately spit, then wrap my lips around her nipple, my teeth sinking back in around the areola. Her body is under a full vibration as I suck and flick my tongue against her hardened bead.

“No—” she breathes out, “I can’t…”

I shrug back my Noctis Duplicatus, and wrap my arm around her waist to pull us together, “Can’t what?”

I can see the set in her jaw. Her sharp features are deadly but so fucking beautiful. “I can’t…” This is difficult for her, and I’m thriving under it. “I can’t feed.”

My eyebrow cocks just as I’m throwing us back against a tree trunk, sandwiching her between it and I. Leaning into her neck, I brush my tongue across the vein, straight to her ear.

“That is a you problem. Not mine.”

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Xeraphine

Am I a fucking submissive maiden to this Vampire?

The moment he bites me, all my power seems to just seep right out of me as though I am merely Mundane. I’m furious because I want him to touch me. To fuck me so Gods damn hard that I go blind, and the only thing I see are stars. But giving into his lust, it means an addiction I cannot fall into.

I just can’t, but I don’t think I have the strength to scream that damn word as his hands trail down my hips and grab hold of my pants.

“I fucking hate you.” My hands grip around his neck, my fingers barely brush against one another as I take hold of him.

“Show me that hate, my little demon.”

I am nothis. What the fuck?!

My eyes dilate as I press my foot to the tree trunk, thrusting us both down to the ground. The grip around his throat tightens, and I let out a loud, deafening scream.

I’m so consumed by my agitation and fury that I fail to notice our position. My knees straddle his hips, his hands gripping tightly at my waist. A filthy, far too good-looking smile, lines his lips.

I barely register lifting my fist before swiftly bringing it down toward his face. As it connects with the earth below, the disturbedsoil eagerly envelops my hand, its gritty embrace climbing up to engulf even my wrist.

One of his hands comes to my neck and with force, rolls us opposite of where we were. He is not gentle as he pushes my head down into the dirt, the opposite grabbing a leg and deftly putting it over his shoulder.

“Oh, I do enjoy you on your back.”

“Piece of shit—” I kick my free leg up, and when it makes contact with the side of his head, I relish in his groan. Although he doesn’t move, I can see the flicker of agitation in his crimson eyes.

Just as I’m rearing again to kick him, he is falling backward and taking me with him. His back traps the leg that was once over his shoulder, while his grip ensnares the other, leaving both limbs firmly held in place. “What the f—” I’m cut off by his hands reaching up and grabbing both of my wrists and curving my back.

“Fuck, you smell delicious.”

I’m not one to be flustered, but oh my Gods, his nose is brushing against my clothed slit and he’ssniffingme. My entire body is on fire, and I swear I could light a candle if one is presented.

Try as I might, I’m completely stuck. He has my arms pulled back tight, and even as I claw at his stomach he isn’t relenting. “Such a pity I didn’t tear your pants off.” His tongue runs along my lips and I gasp. “No matter, I can still taste you through them.”

Cinnamon… Why can’t I form the word?

“Kai—!” I grit through my teeth.

It’s because he is right, fucking Beyond, I do want this.

I can barely feel his tongue pressing between my slit, constrained by the fabric.