Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
With his cock buried deep, he took his teeth from my throat, dripping my own blood over me as I smiled up at him.
“Like I said, little one. It’s all about patience. The longer you wait, the better it feels.”
I clenched around his rock-hard cock, still cresting on the waves. I arched my back, silently offering him my tits, and he gave me a fresh bite, right around my nipple. Perfect. It was fucking perfect as he sucked my bleeding nipple into his mouth. Just perfect as his thrusting cock set me on fire.
His fierce green eyes were boring into mine as he hissed and grunted and slammed into me as he came. I felt like a queen as he crested for himself with as much passion as I was. And then he slowed, dropped a kiss onto my lips with his dick still inside me. I could feel how ridiculously slick my pussy was when he pulled out. I must have soaked the bed.
“Open your mouth again,” he told me and slipped his fingers back inside my throbbing pussy.
His fingers were glistening with both blood and cum when he held them in front of my face.
“Suck,” he whispered, and offered them to me.
There was no hesitation. Just pride as I sucked and lapped them clean like a girl being given a reward, and he laughed with a gorgeous warm tone.
“Hungry girl,” he said.
I nodded with a giggle, and he laughed again when he pulled his clean fingers free.
“We’d better get the hungry girl a steak,” he told me. “Considering you barely touched the one at the restaurant.”
He kissed me on my blood-red lips before he pulled me up and off the bed with him, holding me tight on my shaky legs.
I certainly didn’t protest. My stomach was rumbling enough to eat a whole damn cow.
Chapter Sixteen
I couldn’t stop staring at Hans as he prepared my steak. The sizzle of it in the pan had my stomach rumbling. I was ravenous.
He was dressed in a burgundy dressing gown that suited the gothic decor, and I was a stark contrast, in one of my oversized sweaters from the rail in the drawing room. Smears of blood were already showing through the fabric. It would make a fitting Halloween outfit.
“And you would make a fitting Halloween creature of the night,” Hans said, giving me a smile over his shoulder. “It’s only a few days away. How do you usually celebrate?”
I felt almost embarrassed to admit my lack of a social circle in Orcop.
I shrugged. “Watching movies and eating bat-shaped candy.”
He laughed. “How about this year? How do you think we’ll be spending it?”
“Maybe getting bitten and having another round of crazy sex in your boudoir.”
“That’s a staple from now on, Katherine.” He presented my steak, oozing with blood. “Bon appetite.”
I was straight on it, moaning as the bloody meat melted in my mouth. Even though the steak was a huge one I was done in a few minutes, tops.
“Excellent work,” he said. “Shame I don’t have any bat-shaped candy to follow, or strawberry jam for that matter, but we’ll get the cupboards stocked up for you.”
Who’d have ever thought I’d be in a vampire’s house talking about the domesticity of cupboards stocked with strawberry jam? I almost laughed out loud, it was so surreal.
One thing that was already becoming less surreal was my easiness around Hans. Despite the crazy fact he’d sucked blood from me and taken my virginity with his huge vampire cock, plus actually killed a criminal before my eyes, it was already so natural to watch him across the breakfast bar. Me watching him as he watched me.
Maybe it was his smile, or his care, or the way he was so at ease with himself. Maybe it was because I was already a tiny bit familiar with him from Regency in my brief stint working there. Or maybe it was–
“Feeling not thinking, remember?” he said with a smirk. “Believe me, you can drive yourself insane with a mind running riot.”
“I’ve got plenty to be thinking about, don’t you think?”
“True.”
I leant back on my stool, wincing a little at the pain. I was still staring at him.
“You must have been thinking so much that you were driving yourself crazy at some point?” I asked him. “Your mind must have been in turmoil when you were turned into a vampire in the first place, suddenly undead after being tortured in Garway church.”
He tipped his head. “Undead is quite a potent term for vampire. I prefer transformed. My flesh died, but I didn’t. Call it a transition that takes over. It didn’t change who I was, just gave me a lot longer to explore it.”
“And a lot longer to think about it too?”
“Well, when you put it like that. Yes.”
He got me a glass of water and placed it down in front of me.