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)
“We’re heading back to Garway for Halloween, are we?” I asked Hans. “That’s what the ritual is about.”
“That is my plan, yes.”
I was coming to know him so well.
Hans was a brooder. A planner. A thinker.
He’d been planning this for years.
“You knew how things were going to go, didn’t you?” I pushed. “You had the timings mapped out from the start.”
He was so perfectly honest and simple in his answers.
“Yes. I did.”
“That night when you chased me along the cobblestones, you knew we’d be in Garway a week later.”
“Fate can never be predicted fully, but yes, I had high… expectations, but the choice has always been yours to make. It still is.”
My questions kept coming.
“Did you always know you’d come for me at eighteen?”
He hesitated for a few seconds before he answered.
“I hoped I’d be able to hold back and let you live your life a little more fully without me invading your reality, but it’s one of the few times I’ve failed in my selflessness.” He looked at me and not Mary. “I couldn’t risk losing you again. I’m sorry, but I had to take the earliest opportunity.”
I squeezed his hand.
“I’m glad you did. I wouldn’t want to live my life without you. It wouldn’t be full without you in it. I didn’t even know what living meant until I met you.”
I looked at Mary in the painting.
“Is that how I looked at you in real life?”
“Yes. It’s exactly how you looked at me in real life.” He paused. “Just like you do now.”
“We didn’t get the chance to consummate our passion then though, did we?”
“No. We didn’t.”
The needs in me were rising, looking at Mary looking at Hans that way, even in oil paint. Yes, I was right. She was as hungry for him as I was. The attraction between us really did run between lifetimes.
“We need to remedy that,” I said. “Mary will be in me now. She’ll be able to have what she couldn’t have then. I need it more than ever and I know that she does too.”
“What do you need?” he asked. “Say it.”
I couldn’t imagine Mary speaking filthily to Hans. It seemed almost perverse.
He shook his head.
“Mary may have had a pure outlook, but her heart was as dirtily beautiful as yours. Speak for both of you.”
A sudden burst of hot tingles surged down through my chest and swirled around my stomach, intense enough to take my breath away. I swear… the girl in the painting… her cheeks appeared redder than before.
The words came unbidden. “I need you to fuck me, Hans.”
He liked that. I could see it in his eyes.
“Keep going.”
I looked up at Mary again, trying to sense her spirit inside me, and those tingles pulsed in the pit of me. She was as desperate as I was. She wanted his vampire cock as much as I did.
Maybe even more.
“She wanted you so badly,” I whispered. “She would have been desperate to feel your teeth in her.”
He pulled me close, his huge dick pressing into my stomach.
He stroked the hair back from my brow. “She’s here in the present. In you. Where does she want my teeth now?”
“Where I do,” I said, and took hold of his ass to pull him closer. “I want you to give me the dirty bite. I want to know what it feels like.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Sarah has made quite an impact, hasn’t she?”
It felt like years since Sarah’s filthy scene, despite it being a few short hours. My mind was able to switch between moods like lightning.
“I wanted your teeth in my pussy anyway. She just gave me a little teaser.”
“Hmm. But, Katherine…” He gazed into my eyes. His green eyes so… different. As if he was seeing deeper into me. “…the dirty bite is quite something. I’m not sure if –”
“If I can handle multiple orgasms all at once?”
I was buzzing so much at the thought of his fangs either side of my clit that I could feel the wetness on my thighs.
Hans smirked, showing just the points of his fangs. I moved against his hard cock, and he licked his full lips. His mouth was watering at the thought.
“Mary’s soul is in mine,” I said, still pressing against him. “I think she deserves it along with me, don’t you? You’ll be biting both of us now.”
“Steady,” Hans whispered. “Keep talking like that and I’ll be biting your pussy right here in front of her picture.”
Confidence bloomed in my chest like never before.
“Why don’t you? Isn’t that what you want? To bite my pussy and drink my blood until I come like the most desperate girl in the world?” I smiled a smile like Mary’s. Like mine. “Come on, Hans. Give her spirit what she wants along with mine.”
He hitched me tighter against his cock this time, then grunted to let me know the feeling was entirely mutual, and I really thought he was going to do it. I thought he was going to pin me down on the rug in front of Mary’s portrait and suck the blood from my pussy as I came for him.