Page 67 of Nightshades
I whimper, hating that he is right, but if this is how I die, I can’t think of a better way to fade from existence.
“Don’t worry, Lulaaa. I won’t kill you, but you’ll come close.”
My ribs break, snapping in half like a twig. I cough up blood, spewing it all over his face and chest. Shade’s wide tongue licks his lips, his fangs gleaming in a red-tinted smile.
Without warning, he pulls out of me, a gush of blood following and splashing onto the floor. The roots binding me to the wall release me, and I fall onto the floor, crumbling in weakness.
I wheeze, struggling to catch my breath.
I thought he was done, but he pulls my arms back, popping them from the sockets, then mounts me from behind. His giant cock easily drives into me again, his hands gripping my hips so hard, they crack.
He’s breaking me.
And the most fucked up part is that I like it. This is what I have always craved. I’m thankful I can’t feel the painful parts, but I know there will be a day when I do—that I’ll want to feel the pain he inflicts on me.
The poison is starting to wear off slightly. There’s a tingle in my fingers and toes. That could be from losing so much blood. It’s starting to pool under my body, and with every punishing thrust of his hips, we slide through the slippery puddle.
Flipping me over onto my back, the blood splashes around me, decorating my arms in droplets of crimson rain.
My vision begins to blur. His magnificent body is easily still able to be seen. He towers over me. Every limb is as thick as a redwood tree trunk. His veins are black, the roots slither along his skin like snakes, and his abs are carved bricks, tensing with every flex of his hips.
He’s beautiful and deadly, the combination my soul has been starved for.
Glancing down, my stomach and chest bulge from his cock, the skin stretching, my body breaking itself to accommodate him.
“That’s it. Fuck, you feel so good, Lula. You’re sick for me, aren’t you? Hating that you need something as disturbing as me to come.” He runs his hands up my body, engulfing my breasts with his palms. “So fucking perfect for me. All of you.” He glides his hands down my curves, surprising me with the ease of his touch compared to the violence he continues to deliver with every push. “All of you is made for all of me,” he says more to himself with a slight confusion twisting the arch of his brow.
He bends down, snagging my lips in another kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth.
I want to kiss him back. I want to experience what he is experiencing, and all I can do is lie here, taking what he gives me.
“Such a beautiful body for such a decrepit soul.” He slips his hand under the back of my head and lifts me, slicing his throat, and his lip curls, my gaze landing on his long fangs. “Drink. Be damned to me for all eternity, and I will protect you with my life.”
The blood that spills out of him drifts into the air, floating like smoke, trying to reach the clouds.
“Drink and I will give you the thrill you so rightfully deserve.”
Not having to think twice, I lock my lips onto his wound, drinking whatever flows in his veins that pumps his immoral heart. Shade moans, slamming his fist down onto the floor, snapping the hardwood floors.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come. Your lips feel so good on me.”
His blood does something to me. My insides feel odd, as if my organs are shifting and my wounds are healing.
“You already had my blood inside you, but you needed more. The more you have, the more you’ll be able to accommodate me.” He pets the back of my head, then locks his own teeth on the back of my neck, igniting a loud cry from me as his bite is harder.
The more his teeth sink into me, the more I know he is about to rip the flesh from my bones. He growls, continuing to fuck me without care of hurting me. A tug within my chest forms, filling the cavity with emotions that aren’t my own.
Rage, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, fills my chest, followed by obsession, possessiveness, happiness, and a hint of sadness that I can’t understand. I think these emotions belong to Shade. I don’t understand how or why I can sense them, and I don’t mind. Feeling him within me has me closer to him. I can almost hear the whispering hiss of the nightmare inside my head.
He’s right there, pushing to breach my thoughts, but can’t.
Ripping his fangs free, his hand lands in the middle of my chest, pushing me backwards until the cold floor presses against the warmth of my back.
I don’t feel as dizzy now that I’ve had more of his blood. His cock almost slips out, then eases in again, only to not go as deep. The bulbous light that slipped into me with his shaft illuminates my insides. He continues to inch forward, the light acting like a guide.
I gasp when I feel a pinch. Watching in both horror and fascination, the light glows bright, revealing my womb to Shade. A low guttural sound thunders in his chest, becoming louder the deeper he enters me. Roots keep my legs spread.
“You’ll be a good girl, Little Dream, and take every fucking drop of me. We won’t leave this room until you’re bred and your cunt is overflowing with my come. You’ll be claimed, mated, andowned by me.” He slips his hand up my thigh, up to my stomach, and outlines the thick ridges of his cock stretching my belly.