I won’t give up. I can’t give up.
And yet, I wasn’t sure what to do now.
Fuck him again? Try to break through once more?
What else can I do?
I shivered, lost in the dark spell of death. Only for a hint of sensation to warm my inner thighs.
A tongue?
No. Too… firm.
A finger?
No. It’s too thick.
Cam’s…?
My eyes flew open to reveal the room around me. My head was on a pillow, and Cam was behind me again with my leg strewn over his thigh.
My throat was dry, reminding me of starchy cotton. But other than that, I felt fine. No agonized lungs. No pain. Just the subtle pressure of his cock gliding in and out of my damp heat.
“Time to roar again, little hellcat,” he told me, his lips against my ear.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
IZZY
Oh,God.
How long had I been out?
And had he really just woken me up by sliding into me?
His words from earlier came back, his threats about making me sleep with him inside me swirling in my mind.
Had he done that? Had he been keeping his dick warm while I’d been recovering?
I shuddered, then moaned as he bit meagain.
Tears clouded my vision as an orgasm overtook me without warning, throwing me into a pit of delirious despair.
I wasn’t ready.
I couldn’t do this.
I… I needed…rest.
But he’d clearly fed me his blood because I was fully healed.
Which meant he could start over again. Just like he’d told me he would.
And take me he did. Carnally. Without care. From the back and then the front.
Drinking me dry.
Dragging me into another coma.
