Page 23 of Nightshades

Tugging her legs apart, I tie one ankle to the bedpost, then the other. I do the same with her arms, wanting her spread out before me like a meal waiting to be ravaged.

She groans again, turning her head in the other direction on the pillow. Goosebumps arise on her skin as I skim the tip of my claws down her thigh. The flesh gives in warning not to press any harder, or I’ll cause her to bleed.

I wonder how much she can take before she screams for me.

“I bet you’ll wonder what you did in life to be cursed with a monster like me. The truth is, I don’t know what you did to be damned to a twisted, unfortunate soul like me. It’s too late to make it right. Whatever wrongs you’ve made in your life for Fate to deem me your other half, I’m not going to complain one bit.”

The roots travel up her body, veining outward by cupping her tits. I’m able to sense everything through my root system. I must have nerves that connect me to them. The glide of her skin strokes the nightshade’s lifeline, and my entire body shivers.

Snapping her straps and panties off her, she lies under me completely bare for my monstrous eyes to see.

A growl builds in my throat, the roots retreating so I can take her in fully, only to expose a small tattoo right in the space between her hip and pussy.

Such a delicate area.

I bend down, licking the small tattoo with a smile when I read that it says, ‘Thrill Me.’

“I’m starting to see why you were bound to me.” Even her skin tastes better than any amount of blood I’ve ever tasted. A wave of citrus explodes over my tongue as if I’ve sucked from an orange, and the juice is flowing down my throat.

“I’ll do so much more than thrill you, Little Dream.” I drag my fang down her inner thigh, wanting nothing more than for her skin to break so she bleeds.

I’m parched, and I know she’d quench my thirst.

“Such a perfect body. It’s a shame that I’m going to destroy it every night.” Curling over her small, fragile body that I could easily break, I hover my lips above hers. Her exhales puffs against my mouth, and my eyes roll back as I breathe her in.

Why do I want to be inside her skin? I want to be swimming in her veins. I want to be her bones, the skeleton that keeps her body intact.

I’m close, but I’m not close enough.

I lie my cock onto her stomach, the tip pressing against her chin, the length the size of her torso. I’d kill her. I’d have to rip through organs for her to take every inch of me.

Licking the shell of her ear, I whisper, “I’m not sure how you’d survive that.”

Blood.Give her blood.

A voice in the back of my mind has me pressing my wrist against the anglerfish’s mouth, slicing it across the teeth. I moan, my cock jerking from the pain. Black smoke drifts from the cut, and I press my wrist against her mouth, my orgasmcrashing through me when she inhales as a piece of me settles into her DNA.

I come over her chest, ropes of black drenching her breasts. There’s so much that it drips down her sides and onto the bed, my scent embedding into her pores.

“You smell so good when you’re drowning in me.” I draw a heart in the come, then write ‘Mine’ on the inside.

My soul settles a little when I see my mark on her. She’s inhaled my smoke, has my come on her chest, and the last thing I want to do is see what she fears.

I want her to remember me tomorrow. I want her to know she had bad dreams all night and was restless. She’ll be so confused, but she’s a detective, she’ll figure it out.

She’ll realize that someone is stalking her.

And I can’t wait until she does.

I’ll leave her alone for now. I want to start small, igniting her confusion.

“I’ll be back for you, Little Dream,” I whisper into her ear, hoping she can hear me in her subconscious.

Wanting to give her a taste of what’s to come, those roots slip around her neck, and the nightshade berries bloom into beautiful purple flowers. Lula breathes in, the poison sinking into her body. I notice the moment she can’t feel a thing.

Her eyes open to the horrid view of me. She tries to scream, but she can’t.

I don’t say a word. Instead, I reach between her legs and pinch her clit, wondering if she has sensation there or if the nightshade truly takesallsensations away.