Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Maybe to you. But I would love it. You’d be the perfect boyfriend. All considerate, and polite—you really are polite.” I laugh. “And traditional. Not to mention handy.” She grins up at me. “If you craved me in any other way it would be amazing. So why is craving my blood so different?”
“You tell me.”
“Because I am insecure, Ryet. And acting like a child about it. Blaming you, instead of coming to terms with my feelings. I want to resent you because I can’t resent myself. But I’m the one who did this to you. And the hypocrisy of blaming you for my mistakes… well. It’s next-level deception.”
“How about we just call a do-over?”
“No. It’s not enough. I’m sorry, Ryet. And I need to apologize.”
I don’t want to accept her apology because it’s unnecessary. But it would put this quarrel to bed if I do. So I say, “I will forgive you if you forgive me.”
She smirks up at me. “What do you need to apologize for?”
I laugh. “All of it.”
“It’s not your fault, Ryet. And you were right, earlier. I fed you. I made this decision for you. And I’m truly, truly—”
I cup her chin in my hand and press my thumb against her lips to silence her words. “It’s over. Don’t apologize again. You saved me, and even though it’s a little bit terrifying that wings are starting to grow out of my back, I’m glad you saved me. I haven’t had much happiness in my life, Syrsee. It’s actually been a pretty shitty ride so far. But this time with you? It means everything to me now. And I would not trade death for this.”
“OK.” She exhales and nods her head. “Do-over.”
I take her face in both my hands and then I lean in and kiss her properly. It’s long, and lingering, and there’s lots of tongue.
She pulls away first, blushing and breathy. Then she takes my hand and leads me towards the bedroom where her things are.
I follow, nearly grinning maniacally with this turn of events. “What about your dinner?”
“Ryet.” She says this over her shoulder as we pass through the door. “I’ve got all the time in the world to eat dinners.” Then she tugs me over to the bed, already taking her shirt off.
She’s not wearing a bra underneath so I’m immediately presented with her spectacular breasts.
She bites her lip a little as she unbuttons her jeans. Then wriggles them down her legs along with her underwear. So just a few seconds in, there she is. Standing before me, naked.
The craving is immediate. For her blood, for her body, maybe even for her soul, though I quickly push that last thought out of my mind. I walk over to her and her hands are already popping the button on my jeans. And by the time my mouth covers her in a kiss, she’s pushing them down my hips. Taking my cock in her hand. Pumping it, as if I need any priming. I want to throw her down on the bed and fuck her senseless and I’m just about to do that when the rational side of me kicks in.
I like hard, fast sex as much as anyone. But I don’t want this to end. I don’t want her to come to her senses. I don’t want to quickly and efficiently meet her needs so she can go back to making dinner.
I want this time with Syrsee to be never-ending. I want the sex to be slow and drawn out. I want us to become prisoners of time with nothing more to think about than the wanting.
So I push her back, letting her bump into the side of the bed. I catch her with one hand around her waist before she falls backwards and gently ease her down onto the mattress. She’s staring at me with half-lidded eyes. Waiting for what comes next.
I bend down, my hands on the inside of her knees as I open her legs. And then I lower my mouth down between them, and she gasps, and bucks, and moans as I lick her with my tongue. Taking my time, licking all her folds, flicking my tongue against her clit as I push a finger up inside her.
Her hands are gripping my hair as I do this, her lower legs rubbing up and down my lower back. I want to bite her—and the moment I think this she says, “Bite me, Ryet. Right here.” She’s pushing my head down her thigh. And I hear the blood pumping through the artery in her leg.
The bite happens so fast, the blood is already in my mouth before I can even make a conscious decision. Her orgasm is immediate, and loud, and long. She’s pulling my hair, then scraping her fingernails over my back and digging them into the thick muscles of my shoulders. She comes again. And this time, I pull back, blood dripping out of my mouth. Dripping down her leg as well. I watch her until she sighs, then I lick the wound I left on her leg until the blood begins to clot.