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CHAPTER FOUR

CHANEL

T he drive home was quiet. Something was on Zand’s mind. He looked worried, and that worried me. I could sometimes feel his emotions. Maybe he was just as exhausted as me. I couldn’t wait to get home. When we pulled into the garage, I felt like I could relax. I walked into the bedroom and Zand followed me. Stepping out of my high heels, I turned to him.

“You didn’t have to come back with me.” I said. I could see his mind was back at the club.

“I had enough for one night. My staff has everything under control.”

“Are you sure?” I just knew there was more.

“What do you mean?”

“Natasha seemed a bit disturbed.” I noticed she was scowling more than usual.

“She likes to worry for no reason.” He changed the subject. “Did you like Donté? He’s quite a character.” He was grinning like a real proud father. It was weird because he couldn’t really know Donté well.

“He seemed fine.”

“You didn’t like him?” Worry appeared in his caramel-colored eyes.

“No, no, he was just so young.” Which was true.

“I know. I know.” He started unbuttoning his black oxford styled dress shirt.

“Why did you pick him?” I unzipped my dress and waited for his response.

“When I came to see you in the hospital after you were attacked, there was a commotion in the emergency waiting room. I overheard there was a nineteen-year-old GSW victim.”

“GSW?”

“Gunshot wound.”

“Oh!” I forgot that Donté had told me what the letters stood for earlier that night.

Zand continued. “He was pronounced dead. I went up to see you and I couldn’t stop thinking about his life and how it was cut short. When I left you, something compelled me to go and see him. A few hours later, he was no longer in a room. I snuck into the morgue. He was there, and it was the first time I ever felt compelled to make someone a vampire. It’s a hard feeling to describe, but I wanted, I needed, to turn him. It was a feeling that I never felt. I needed to do it.”

“You needed to.”

“Yes.”

“Without his permission?” I wasn’t trying to be a smart ass.

“Huh, well, that would’ve been impossible. He was dead.”

“Right.” I couldn’t hold back. I had to say what I had to say. “I want to be clear. I don’t want to be a vampire.”

“I think I knew that already.” He replied, as if my statement was silly.

“You did?”

“Yes. Why would you? You would have to give up so many things. I love you just the way you are.”

“I love you too. I just wanted you to know that.”

“I know, and I’m glad you made it clear.”

“I have another question.” I was tired, but this vampire world was fascinating to me.

“Oh, okay. Ask me anything.”

“You drank my blood once before.”

“I did.” He scratched at the hair on his chin.

“Does it taste bad to you, my blood?”

He cracked a crooked smile. “Ah, no. No, not at all. Actually, it’s quite delicious.” His eyes flashed brightly. It happened so fast. I questioned if it happened at all.

“Why haven’t you done it again?”

“I didn’t want to scare you away. I wasn’t sure you were into it. Bloodlust is terrifying for some.”

Bloodlust, now that’s a word. “Are you biting other women?”

“No, of course not.” He chuckled, although his face remained serious. “Where is this coming from?”

Jealousy, self-doubt, all the above, and above the all. Why would a vampire want me? I’m cute, but a rich vampire could have anyone.

Zand removed his shirt and tossed it on a chaise lounge. His body was sculpted by the gods. I couldn’t help but look. He walked over and stood in front of me. Slowly removing my dress, his hands roamed smoothly down my torso.

He pulled me close to him. “You know I only love you.” His cool breath ignited my core and drew my nipples to fine points.

I was only in my black lace panties, and I could feel a moist pool gather in between my legs. Zand took my hand and led me to the bed. The two drinks I had at The Castle were enough to start me up. I wanted to feel him inside me. I craved it. I yearned for his dick. It had become something that I thought about when my mind was quiet.

I lay naked on the bed and watched Zand remove all the rest of his clothing and his shoes. His nude body was a work of art. He wasn’t too small or too big. He had the chiseled body of a god. His muscled tone was a marvel. He could be the new Captain America. He wouldn’t even need a stunt double. Damn, are there any vampires that are actors?

Was there a such thing as vampire actors, models, singers, politicians? That was a question for another time. My thoughts were on getting my back blown out, and my pussy being stuffed until I exploded.

Zand dimmed the lights and crawled into bed. He hovered over me and stared down into my eyes. My juices leaked from my hot spot when he made his eyes glow an icy diamond color in the darkness.

“Tell me this love is forever.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Chanel, tell me.”

“I will love you forever.” I panted, hoping he was positioned to thrust his vampire dick deep inside me.

Zand pulled back. He moved down my body without bothering to touch me. At first, I thought he was going to lick my pussy, but then I felt the extreme prick of pain when he plunged his fangs into the fatty meat of my inner thigh.

As soon as his razor-sharp fangs pierced my flesh, the pain sent shockwaves through my body. The pleasure that followed devoured the depths of my core. My skin went hot and cold all at once. The sensation surged through me like wildfire. I was left with a tingling feeling that spread through my body. I could barely breathe as he took my blood with his greedy lips. At first, my heart hammered in my chest. After a few seconds, the primal rhythm slowed. It pulsed with a hypnotic beat that pulled me under his spell and sent me far away.

I bit down hard on my lower lip. I tried to hold back the cry that rose in my throat, but sound never came out. A relaxing warmth spread through my veins, teasing every part of me to the brink of madness. With each draw of my blood, something else rushed in to replace it. There was a dizzy, euphoric wave, drowning me in delightful sensations. I felt fragile and alive in ways I’d never imagined.

I cracked my eyes open to make sure I hadn’t levitated off the bed. I was convinced Zand had sent me spinning and raised me up like I weighed nothing at all. My vision blurred as I tried to look through the cloud of my lashes. I reached out blindly, wanting to anchor myself to him and feel his solid weight. My fingers curled against the bedding.

The world existed just for the two of us. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. I wondered if he could feel it, too. He must have. I trusted he knew how much blood he could take without taking me out. There was so much pleasure entwined with this trust. And I do trust him with my life.

Now was the height of our connection, the point of no return. I was lost in him, and he was lost in me. His mouth remained clamped onto my thigh, drinking from me as if he were a man dying of thirst. I realized with startling clarity that I was enjoying feeding him my blood. The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it thrilled me.

His cool hands moved restlessly over my heated flesh, tracing paths that left goosebumps. I arched beneath his touch. A whimper escaped my lips as his fingers found their way to my breasts. His mouth on my thigh and the teasing pinch of his fingers on my nipples sent waves of pleasure through me.

Abruptly, he lifted his head from my thigh. His eyes glowed with an intensity that made my heart stammer in my chest. I sat up in bed to get a closer look.

A trickle of blood slid down from the corner of his mouth. I reached up and wiped it away with my thumb. He caught my hand mid-air and brought it to his mouth. He licked slowly along my thumb as he savored the taste of me in this strange way that didn’t seem strange anymore.

Zand’s vampire eyes morphed back into their usual creamy coffee color. He looked at me with an expression teetering between concern and something else I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Chanel.” His voice was raw and gravelly. His gaze bore into mine as he cradled my face in his palms. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“Not yet.” He said, made a shrugging gesture with his face and not his body.

Not yet? What did that mean?

Without proper warning, he grabbed both of my legs and bragged me down so that I was once again flat on my back. Even if I wanted to protest, I couldn’t. His vampire speed was fast. Not freakishly fast, but faster than a regular human man. He removed my last piece of clothing, my lace panties.

Zand’s hand glided over the roundness of my ass. His fingers trailed up the side of my waist and scaled along the sides of my body. He caressed the curves of my ribs as I wriggled off the mattress and arching like a contented cat.

I slowly scooted upwards. I wasn’t trying to flee. I wanted him to pull me close and restrain me. With his power, he could pin me down and allow me to experience every inch of him. His palms eagerly danced over my taut nipples. His hands journeyed to my supple mounds.

Zand’s fingers cupped them. He pulled at the soft tissue and clawed at my breasts. He tugged hard until all five of his fingers converged and pinched the very point of my nipples.

I let out a squeal of pleasureas his twisting fingers burned the sensitive skin of my nipples. My body shivered, even though he hadn’t entered me yet. I closed my eyes and moaned into the air.

When I opened them, I saw Zand hovering over me with a satisfied grin. Then I felt him pierce my wet hole. My legs automatically wrapped around him. He roughly thrusted deep inside me and I gasped in response.

Zand rested his elbows on the bed at the sides of my face. He placed his weight on his arms. He pushed into my pussy and rocked into me slowly. I placed my palms on his shoulders and wrapped my fingers around his muscles. I turned my face away when Zand dove deep into the sweetest part of me. My entire body shivered like a cold gust of wind had filled the room. I should be embarrassed by the effect Zand was having on my body. But I wasn’t.

“Chanel, look at me.” His voice jarred me back into my pleasure filled reality.

I opened my eyes to his perfect face. He was staring into my eyes and putting me into a tantric trance. What was he doing to me?

“Do you feel this?” Zand rolled his cock in slow circles and massaged my inner walls with care.

“Yes.” I moaned. I felt it. I felt every single inch of him.

“Oh, you feel like…heaven.” Zand collapsed down onto my body. His face lay lodged in the place between my neck and my collarbone.

Zand moved his hips in ways that made my limbs lose circulation. He knew how to work his body. He knew those special places on my body and inside my body. He was skilled in ways I had never experienced. He rolled his hips in rough zigzags until my legs dislodged from his waist and fell to the mattress. Zand amped up his thrusts and groaned into the skin of my neck. I pressed my lips together to force the cuss words from escaping from my lips.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my orgasm shot out of me. Zand’s body stilled, and he unloaded all his cum inside me. I could feel his huge dick gyrating as he released everything he had.

I was exhausted, although I had spent the entire session on my back. I had just enough strength in my arm to push Zand’s hair back off his forehead. I noticed he wasn’t sweating. One of the perks of being a vampire.

He bent to kiss my cheek. “I’m not done with you.” He sighed in my arm. “I want more.”

“Whatever you want.” I couldn’t believe I said that when I didn’t have an ounce of strength left in my body.

I listened as Zand’s breathing started to become steady. I wondered why he hadn’t pulled his generous dick out of me.

My throbbing pussy walls made it impossible to drift off to sleep. Even though I was tired as hell. His weight wasn’t crushing me yet. I smiled, thinking about how Zand could always give me an orgasm better than the last one. I loved him more than he knew, more than I could love any man.

It had only been a few minutes, and I felt his dick growing inside my over-worked pussy. I still didn’t understand how his body parts worked, but they worked to perfection. No matter what he said about vampires having dead internal organs, there was one organ that was alive and thriving and that was his massive dick.

I couldn’t believe how rapidly he was swelling inside me. I could feel him filling me up and pressing snug against my taut walls. I was getting wetter, thinking of the magic that was coming to life inside my sugar walls.

Zand reached up and grabbed a huge chunk of my hair. He lifted his body above me.

“Chanel.” He looked deep into my eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” The words were so simple, but so meaningful.

Zand released my hair. He took both his hands and pinned my legs flat on the mattress at my knees. He pulled his dick out of me and slammed it back down hard inside me. I screamed out into the night as he split me open and burned my clit in the process. With more power, he plunged inside me over and over, faster and harder. He was like a madman on a robotic rampage.

I choked on my own saliva. I silently prayed he wouldn’t shatter my pelvis. In between my screams, I muttered his name. I cupped my own breasts in my hands and would have balled up in the fetal position if he didn’t have my knees pinned flat to the mattress.

“Zand!” I screamed his name as my orgasm crippled me. He continued to thrust inside my bruised pussy. He needed to cum so I could get some rest, but he was on a mission to beat my pussy up.

Just when she thought I would pass out, he released my knees and flipped my limp body over onto my stomach. He pushed his firm erection back into my swollen and sore kitty cat. My walls sucked him deep inside me. He leaned his chest down on my back and rested there.

“Ohhh!!!” I moaned.

“It’s okay babe.”

But was it okay? “Please go slow.” I begged.

Zand rolled inside me with the faintest, perfect semi-circles. “Is this slow enough?” He whispered into the back of my hair.

“Oh, yes!!!” I moaned into the pillow. I stiffened my velvety walls around his large member. I clenched my inner muscles and squeezed him tight. Was I really going to have another orgasm? It only took a little effort on my part and Zand came inside me just as I came. Our bodies were in sync.

Zand kissed my bare shoulder. “I could fuck you forever.” He mumbled.

I smiled into my pillow. That was the best compliment ever. Forever for me may be a few hours, but I would take it. I would take whatever Zand was giving.

There was no other man like Zand. Mr. Valentine was my mister vampire, and I was hooked forever and that was truer than anything I knew in this life.