Ocean of Sin and Starlight Read Online Karina Halle

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
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That was a mistake.

One look at her beautiful eyes, a stained-glass window to her exquisite soul, and I realize how in love with her I am.

“Larimar,” I breathe, trying to hold my hips back, but it’s like trying to bring in a runaway horse. “I have to tell you something while I still have a chance.”

Her brows come together as she stares at me.

I cup her face with one hand, overcome with the urge to bare my soul. “I have lived so long, too long, without you. I don’t know how I’ve survived any minute of it.”

Her lips move, but no sound comes out, a softness washing over her features, like she’s melting beneath me.

“That’s why I am sorry it has to end this way,” I say and drive my cock back inside her, rough movements that jostle her breasts beneath the shift. My skin feels like it’s on fire, stretching and thickening, my cock lengthening.

“What?” she asks, but the monster won’t let me explain.

It makes me reach down and flick and pinch at her clit until she’s crying. The monster makes her come with pleasure and pain until she’s a wet, quivering mess below me.

I bare my fangs at her, hissing.

She’s still moaning, fighting through her climax, trying to stay sharp, knowing there’s something terribly wrong, knowing there is danger.

Good night, Armand Alcaraz, the voice whispers to me, sinister and all-encompassing.

“Armand Alcaraz!” I manage to cry out to Larimar. “My name was Armand Alcaraz!”

I feel my bones breaking and stretching and shifting, some awful transformation taking hold, like hot swords are breaking through my back.

The pain envelops me from head to toe as I scream, and yet I still come, shooting my seed into her cunt, pumping and emptying until my mind is fully gone and only my smudge of a soul remains.

The last thing I see with my own eyes is the look of terror on Larimar’s face as she stares up at me and two long shadows falling over her.

Wings sprouting from my back.

“Let us prey,” the monster snarls at her.

Chapter Eighteen

LARIMAR

Ican’t say I didn’t see it coming. I saw it happening as he was fucking me, little by little, tiny changes that I could sense were adding to something. I suspected the monster may have been coming out, but I didn’t think he would lose total control. Priest has always been in control of himself, of me, of everything. I never thought it was possible for him to be anything but that.

But his eyes went completely black.

Then, his pupils turned red.

His skin began to darken, become thicker, leathery.

His cock began to hit against new places, swelling to fill me from the inside.

His fangs became longer, sharper than I’ve ever seen.

And then the dark wings sprouted from his back, large, wide, terrible wings with claws at the end, like the very illustrations of the Devil.

He became the monster.

“Let us prey.”

And the monster is still inside me.

He puts his head back and roars, the dark leathery skin spreading across his chest, wrapping over him. He raises his hands to the ceiling in a last-minute prayer of salvation or in a threat, and giant claws, far larger than mine, come shooting out of his hands.

You should have listened to me, his words ring through my head. He had told me to get away, to go and leave, but I thought he wanted time alone to talk to God.

I don’t think God heard him.

While his back is arched and he’s writhing with his transformation, I pull out from under him, glancing at his cock, which is far larger, longer, and harder than humanly possible, dark and covered in our cum.

He lets out a moan, and I take the opportunity to try to run.

But he grabs me by the legs, claws digging in, and tries to bring me to him.

I scream, but it dies in my throat, and then I’m ripping out of his grip, his claws slicing strips off the backs of my calves. The agony is acute, strangling me, and I collapse to the ground, knocking down a stand holding a burning candle.

The candle falls, the flames catching the edge of the altar cloth. I manage to get to my feet, pulling myself up by the rest of the cloth until it pools at my feet, my blood gushing, staining the white cloth red.

The monster tackles me from the side, and I’m slammed into the wall, my ribs breaking. A red oil lamp above us falls, and I manage to duck under his chest, rolling out of the way as the oil falls on the monster and the floor below.

My chest feels like it’s caving in, but I can’t give in to my injuries, can’t give in to my pain. I have to put that aside, have to focus on staying alive. The flames from the altar cloth have now found the oil, and everything goes up in a whoosh of fire. The beast steps away from the fire before it has time to catch on him, but it’s already licking up the walls, burning hot and fast, and the church starts filling with smoke.



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