I could no longer feel my clit.
A blessing, I supposed.
Except that this was Cam. The love of my existence. The one who was supposed to protect me. Cherish me. Make me feel like a queen.
But there was nothingqueenlyabout this.
He’s killing me again.Would his blood allow that? Or would this take me to the brink and force me into a harsh recovery while awake?
I shuddered at the thought, my eyes falling closed and envisioning the morbid possibility.
Everything felt cold. Overwhelming.It hurts.
My lungs resembled ice, the air trickling through sharp spikes of pain that had me wincing with each inhale. Then something warm touched my throat.
Cam’s coming again?I guessed, disoriented and bordering on broken.
I’d wanted to find a way into his mind. Instead, he’d simply fucked with mine. Making me think it would be that easy to inspire his memories of me, pullmyCam out of whatever pit Lilith had buried him in.
I was wrong. So, so wrong.
Maybe it was seeing him hurt Michael that had inspired my confidence. He’d stood up for me in a way, shown his possessive side for just long enough to spark a hint of optimism in my heart.
But that optimism was gone now.
Lost in the sea with my dignity.
I’d find it again, assuming I survived.
The numbness had taken over entirely, cascading me into a world of darkness.Yes, he’s definitely killing me.I had maybe a few more minutes left before the end.
Then I’d wake up.
Just to experience this hell again…
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CAM
“You are exquisite,”I murmured, my fingers brushing through Ismerelda’s hair while I held my opposite hand near her mouth, my open wrist pressed against her lips.
She couldn’t hear me, mostly because I’d coaxed her into a sleeplike state to aid her in her healing.
I wasn’t sure why I’d felt compelled to do that, but it seemed right. Ismerelda didn’t deserve to suffer, especially after the immense pleasure she’d just bestowed upon my being.
There was also the benefit of her recovering faster so we could continue fucking—which was the reason I kept telling myself to console the part of me that worried about being too easy on myErosita.
She was mine for a reason.
Ensuring her thorough rehabilitation made sense, as it benefited me. The healthier myErosita, the more I could play with her.
That it also made me feel good to heal her was neither here nor there.
“I should have given you a minute to catch up,” I admitted, analyzing our initial reunion and determining where I’d made anerror. “It’s been a while since I last fucked a human. Obviously. And I forgot how vulnerable your kind can be.”
Had Ismerelda been truly mortal, I would have killed her with some of those thrusts, either by breaking her neck accidentally or making her suffocate on my cock.
I’d done it several times, long ago in my youth. Before I’d learned how to harness my strength.
