Page 41 of The Vampire’s Mercy (Blood Melody #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

PARIS

He buried himself into me without standing on any ceremony and got to thrusting straight away, rocking his hips, crushing me harder against the wall.

The bite of pain from his girth quickly passed, his length striking my G-spot with a bull’s eye every thrust.

Whoa.

I wasn’t dizzy from his feeding. On the contrary. More like beyond horny, happy for him to take more of me.

Devour me.

Ruin me.

I freed my arms from being pinned against the wall, reaching around to grab the back of his head with one hand and touched myself with the other.

The move spurred him on harder, his enthusiasm going up in a wild ascent. He spun me around, drawing my legs up around his waist without slipping out of me.

Fuck yeah!

He growled and slammed into me with no romance, nothing but feral heat and anger. When I met his gaze, those scarlet eyes blazed with hate, which drove him to piledrive me harder, my spine scraping against the wall.

“Give it to me!” I hissed, throwing my own hate into his handsome face.

Man, the way his hair tumbled across his eyes, the darkness practically emanating from his pores, drove me wild. I worked with him, lifting my hips as best I could.

Pow. Pow. Pow. He landed blow after blow against my hot button. And his blood sang its own song, wildfire in every vein, every artery, and every bone.

“Fuck… Yeah…” I moaned. “Fuck…”

I pulled him into a kiss, lips slamming together. His fangs nicked my mouth, drawing more blood. He lapped at it with his tongue, then bit down on his bottom lip. It burst, more of him leaking into my mouth.

A frenzy of pleasure confused me, the additional blood sending me careening toward the final burst.

He broke the kiss, returning his fangs to my neck. Painful, incredible, the sucking like a special kind of love bite, enough to make the room twirl, twirl, twirl.

“Oh… Fuck…”

I wasn’t touching myself now, my hands buried in his hair. I didn’t need to. He had this in the bag, taking me closer and closer and closer to…

…shame.

This was shameful. A real low. An extreme plummet into the depths of depravity.

But I screamed his name as the orgasm exploded out of my dick, hot cum splattering his stomach, every breath stolen.

“Your Fucking Majesty!” I howled. My body convulsed, his fangs still inside me, his thrusting frenetic.

He threw his head back in a roar, blood spraying my face. His climax exploded inside me, filling me up deliciously. So warm and flooding, taking me to the highest of heavens.

The vampire king just came inside me…

Silvanus thrust until he was spent, pulling out of me quickly. I hit the floor with a thud, slumping to the side.

The vampire king just came inside…

“Shameful,” I breathed, a lump of jelly, buzzing with afterglow while self-loathing crept around my perimeters.

Shame. Shame. Shame.

I saw Pearl, felt her judgment, heard it. By Aidan, she’d be so disgusted. I hated vamps, but she really hated them. Burn everything down to end them kind of hate, then salt the earth after.

But I wanted the world to continue without them in it, not for it to collapse.

I wanted… I wanted…

I rolled onto all fours and vomited. Tears burst free from the sudden impact of torment, a scream tearing from my throat.

I’d fucked the vampire king.

I’d fucked the source of all bloodsucking scum.

I threw up again, unable to move. If I stayed like this and didn’t look at him, maybe I’d melt away to somewhere far away from here where shame wouldn’t lash at my soul.

“It hurts,” I said, throat hoarse from the acidic spew. “It hurts… It hurts…”

I sensed the king move, my instincts spiking with warning. Saw him crouch beside me from the corner of my eye, a hand sliding onto my back.

A gentle hand to make me hurl.

What was he doing? Why would he want to touch me again?

Gently, and with incredible ease, he pulled me to my feet and cupped my face, forcing me look at him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his face carved from a dream. So handsome, my heart hiccuping.

If only things could have been different. Him not a vamp, me not an executioner. Two guys in different lives having a one-night stand without the aggression and the hate, without the vomit and the tears and the damn snotty shame.

I sniffled. “I—”

He snapped my neck.

Everything plunged into darkness.