So hot…
Give me more…
He looked down between us, smirking at the sticky mess I’d made. He took his hand off my shaft, holding me up with his other arm, and brought those cum-slick fingers to his mouth, slowly sucking me off every digit.
“Oh…” I managed.
A deep moan rumbled in his throat. “You taste divine.”
“Do…do I?”
“Mmmm,” he responded, licking between his fingers, savoring every drop.
Too much. Too much. Too much.
“Delicious,” he purred. “How do you feel?”
“Ready to be fucked,” I stated boldly.
Why not? When in the vampire king’s secret hideaway house, I guess.
Regret started nibbling away at me, reason returning to shit on the vibes.
Unfortunately, we didn’t get to any banging because a violent vision tore me away from reality.
Ah, bollocks!
CHAPTER THREE
SILVANUS
His spine bent back so far I thought it would break.
“Paris!”
His eyes rolled back, the whites showing. I held him, kept him from falling, while his body temperature dropped by the second.
“Paris?”
His lips turned blue, mouth hanging open. The usual shining brightness of his aura dimmed. His fair, coral complexion lost its luster, taking on a gray, pallid hue.
Curse it. A darkness was strangling his beauty, removing him from this house, taking him somewhere I couldn’t reach. There was no song, no sharing in memories like before.
“What’s happening?” I asked him uselessly.
Bemused, I kept saying his name. Holding him, unsure of my next move.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’d brought him here for some peace, not this.
“I’m sorry,” I said, placing the back of my hand on his forehead.
So cold. So sweaty.
No matter where you run to, suffering will always trail behind.
Now was not the time forthosethoughts. I had enough going on without this added kick to my fragile walls. The longer I sat with the terrible details, the more I risked unraveling.
I couldn’t allow that.
