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“I need you to tell me that you understand,” I say, holding her life in my teeth.
“I understand,” she replies.
Her obedience should be rewarded. In my nethers, I feel my bulbous head swelling, ready to deliver my seed. I want to rip her clothing from her fragile form, exposing her naked flesh to the cool air and the pouring water, then pin her to the ground.
I long to penetrate every inch of her porcelain flesh with my ivory teeth, gnawing down and mutilating her.
My monster longs to prod into her, breaking her apart and splitting her flower. It wants to devour her whole, consuming every drop of hesitation and swallowing every mortal concern.
With every thrust and every callow moan, she will be transformed - broken down and reborn gradually into the creature I deserve.
She feels my erection and she doesn’t resist, as the water pools before us, leaving the kitchen and entering the world below. I can feel her urgency. To her, this is a place of sanctity. The idea of defiling her here only heightens our arousal.
But it cannot be now. My fangs penetrate deeper, and I can feel her blood seeping out at an accelerated rate. To linger here is to kill her - crush this precious cocoon before it can emerge, fully formed.
I clean her neck, licking up the spare blood and sealing the wound with my will. I long to stay here forever, embracing her supple form, but tonight, it is not to be.
“I have claimed your scent for myself, and undone the mark of those who would violate you against my wishes,” I moan. “Now you belong only to me. Please keep it that way.”
As I vanish behind her, climbing out through the vents and back into the cool night air, I watch as she comes to her senses. The shame she feels at succumbing to me screams through her, only heightened by her intense stubbornness.
Her desperation to feel me inside her again lingers, intensifying with every passing moment of her mundane life.
She beholds the flooded kitchen and she scrambles, rushing to scrubs the dishes before the conclusion of her shift. Part of her thinks that maybe what happened was a mere daydream - I can hear the thought move through her as I savor her blood, still strong and pungent in my mouth, still motivating to me.
Mortal life is so quaint.
15
QUINN
Ihardly slept at all tonight. After getting home from the bar, my head was swimming with thoughts of my secret admirer. The way he held me against the wall. How his fangs sank into my skin.
My knees were weak the entire walk home. I honestly don’t know how I made it all the way home without any help. Once I did, I immediately crashed into bed but sleep only came in quick spurts.
I’d lay here, thinking about the vampire in the night. Then I’d suddenly be dreaming of him approaching me with his fangs again. Only to wake back up in my bed, wishing he was here with me.
But this time I think I’ve woken up for good. It’s time to get out of bed and start the day. I need to-
“Wait…” I say out loud to myself.
I hurry out of my room and rush down stairs. Another gift waits for me on my doorstep. This time it’s a gorgeous bracelet with gemstones on the band.
Without hesitation, I slide it onto my wrist. It’s a perfect fit. As if I should expect anything less from my admirer.
I can’t help but flash a smile. All these gifts and all this attention, just to get to me. I don’t see him watching me right now, but I hope he is. I hope he saw that smile. One of the few genuine ones I’ve given in a long time.
My hands quickly move up to my neck. The skin around the bite marks is still a little tender. I feel it every time I move my neck. Yet still, I need to feel them with my own hand, remind myself it was all real.
The tips of my fingers run over the two symmetrical holes and a shiver runs down my spine. For a split second, I relive that elation of the bite from last night. The ecstasy of his power over me.
As I back inside, I brush the holes with my fingertips again and again. A warmth spreads across my body. I need more.
Common sense would say run. My admirer stalked me home. He bit me. He drank my blood. I should run far and I should run fast.
But I won’t do that. I like the danger. The danger is what I want.
I keep replaying last night in my head. The way my heart skipped a beat when he jumped out of the darkness. His jealousy at the scent of other men on me. The grip of his hands on my body.
