Page 52 of BLOOD LUST | YANDERE VAMPIRES

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One second she was storming down the marble corridor, her heartbeat a roar in her ears, her eyes glassy with shame after Calixto's rejection.

The next—Adrian was there.

She hadn't said a word. Just stood there, blinking fast, fists clenched like a child trying not to cry. And when Adrian reached out, when his fingers brushed her wrist, she didn't pull away.

She fell.

And now she was in his room, in the dark, her back pressed to the door and his breath kissing her throat. "I asked you once," he murmured, lips brushing the edge of her jaw. "I'll ask again. Do you want this?"

Her answer was not soft.

"Yes."

And then her mouth was on his.

It was nothing like their kiss at the party—this time there was no hesitation, no restraint. Adrian devoured her. Bit her lip. Tilted her head back like he wanted to taste her soul.

Her fingers tangled in his shirt, yanking at the buttons until they popped—one, two, then more, slipping over his sculpted chest as he shoved the fabric off impatiently.

But when her fingers fisted in his shirt and tugged him closer—when her teeth scraped his bottom lip and he groaned against her mouth—

Everything broke.

He pushed her back against the door, pressing his body against hers in a heated blur of teeth and tongue and the kind of hunger that had simmered for far too long.

Every brush of his hands across her skin set her nerves alight.

Every sound she made—the soft whimper when he sucked on her tongue, the gasp as his hands found the hem of her shirt—made him curse under his breath like he was losing his mind.

He pulled back just enough to look at her.

"I should stop," he breathed. "You're still crying."

"Then make me stop," she whispered, voice shaking. "Make me forget."

His chest heaved. His voice was raw.

"I need to hear it."

Y/N stared up at him, breathless, wrecked already, her mouth still tingling from his kiss.

"I want this," she whispered. "I want you."

That was all it took.

That did it.

He lifted her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist instantly, her core pressed right against the heat of him through his jeans, and a shudder wracked through her as he growled low in his throat.

He carried her to the bed—her thighs clung tightly around his waist like muscle memory, and she let her head fall back against the door as he pressed against her, the heat between them sharp and undeniable even through the thin layers of clothing.

Y/N scrambled back on the sheets, lips swollen, chest heaving, watching as he climbed over her—his eyes dark, ravenous, with no trace of the composed, reserved man he showed the world.

His pupils were blown wide, canines just slightly visible beneath his parted lips.

"You don't know what you're asking for, Y/N," he said hoarsely, tracing her knee, then her thigh, then higher. "Once I start—"

"Then don't stop."

Adrian cursed under his breath. In the low light, his eyes raked over her body. Hungry. Worshipping. Unforgiving.

Her shirt was unbuttoned open slowly, revealing her bare chest to the cool air, and his mouth was on her skin within seconds—kissing a trail down her sternum—her shirt pulled over her head and bra swiftly unclasped.

His mouth instantly closing over her breast, sucking until she cried out.

"God," he murmured, teeth grazing her sensitive skin. "You're fucking divine."

Then lower, lips closing over one aching peak as his hand teased the other. She arched into him without thinking, a breathless moan slipping past her lips.

His fingers trailed down, hooking into her waistband, dragging her underwear off with excruciating slowness.

She tried to close her legs instinctively, nerves twitching beneath the heat of his stare, but he tutted.

"Don't hide from me," he said. "Not here. Not now." His voice was rough. Low.

Y/N swallowed hard but obeyed, slowly opening her thighs for him, trembling under his gaze. His mouth lowered between her thighs before she could speak.

He exhaled sharply.

"Fuck, you're perfect."

Then—his mouth was on her.

She arched, gasping as his tongue slid between her folds and moved with a practiced rhythm, slowly at first—long, teasing strokes that had her trembling and clutching at the sheets—then deeper, hungrier, like he couldn't get enough.

His hands pinned her thighs down as she writhed, thighs trembling, fingers tangled in the sheets.

But when she moaned his name, breathless and needy, he groaned like it fed him and buried himself deeper, hands holding her hips steady as she writhed beneath him.

She came on his tongue with a cry, shaking apart, her body twitching with the force of it.

He didn't stop—he kept tasting her, softer now, through the aftershocks, until her breathing slowed and her fingers loosened in the sheets.

Adrian kissed his way back up her body, leaving heat in his wake. He hovered over her and, for a moment, just looked.

She was flushed and wrecked, lips parted, eyes heavy with desire. A goddess lay bare before him.

"You okay?" he murmured, brushing hair from her damp forehead.

She gave the smallest nod.

His eyes darkened. "Good."

Because then he was sliding off his jeans, and her breath caught the moment she saw him—thick and hard, already dripping for her.

He lined himself up with agonising slowness, the head of his cock brushing her folds, and Y/N's body tensed in anticipation.

Adrian leaned down, forehead pressed to hers.

"Last chance," he rasped. "Say the word, and I'll stop."

Y/N blinked up at him. Her body was on fire; her mind was a haze. "Please..." she whispered.

Adrian slid into her in one, slow thrust.

The stretch burnt in the best way—deep and aching and full. She gasped, nails digging into his back as he filled her inch by inch until there was no space left between them.

He was big, stretching her to her limit, but he didn't move, letting her adjust, kissing the tears that slipped down her cheeks.

Adrian groaned low, voice breaking. "Fuck.. you're so tight." he whispered. "You're mine now. You understand that?"

She nodded, barely breathing.

He held himself there for a moment, breathing hard, and when she shifted her hips beneath him, silently urging him to move, something in him snapped.

He started slow—long, dragging thrusts that left her gasping for air—but soon his rhythm turned rougher, deeper.

The headboard slammed softly against the wall in time with his pace, and the wet sound of their bodies moving together filled the room.

But the longer he moved, the more that calm shattered into something else—something feral.

He angled his hips, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out, and a wicked smile ghosted his lips.

His hands grabbed her hips.

His thrusts turned rougher, faster, making the headboard slam against the wall in a desperate rhythm. She moaned his name like a prayer, and he groaned against her throat in response.

"So fucking good," he gritted out. "So fucking tight—I could lose my mind inside you."

Y/N couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Could only take it as he took her.

She wrapped her legs around him tighter.

Met every thrust with her own. And when he flipped them—when he sat back on his knees and pulled her on top of him, still buried inside—she gasped at the new angle.

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"You ride me now," he said, voice wrecked. "Take what you need."

Y/N braced her hands on his chest, rolling her hips. His head dropped back. He was panting like a damn dog in heat. Cursing. Worshipping. "Fuck Y/N please.. You're so perfect.."

He dragged one hand up her back, tangled it in her hair, and yanked her forward so their lips collided again.

"Gonna cum again?" he growled against her mouth.

"Yes—please..!"

His hands gripped her hips tight, guiding her, grounding her, letting her take what she needed.

She leaned forward to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as her pace faltered, and he took over again—thrusting up into her with enough force to make her vision blur.

Y/N collapsed against him, shaking, clenching so tightly around him that he cursed and bit down on her shoulder—gentle enough to avoid breaking skin, but hard enough to leave a mark.

He came with a low, guttural moan, hips jerking, arms holding her impossibly close.

They collapsed into the sheets—limbs tangled, chests heaving.

For a long time, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing. Of his hand stroking lazy circles into her back. Of her cheek pressed to his heart.

He didn't let go.

Y/N lay there, trembling in the aftermath, feeling everything and nothing at once. Her heart beat in time with his.

Her body ached. Her mind buzzed. And just before she fell asleep, she thought she heard it.

A single word.