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“Is this what you wanted?” I growl as I move my head closer. The room is dark and the only light comes from the windows, casting us into shades of gray. “To see what I really am? To be bled dry, begging for your life?”
Something clatters to the floor at our feet as Eloise grabs my forearm again with both hands. In response, I dig my fingers in harder, her lips popping open as she gasps for air. I haven’t cut off her airway entirely, but it’s enough for her eyes to widen.
Then Eloise’s ink-black brows narrow, her maroon-painted lips opening. “Fuck you,” she rasps out, the toes of her boots slipping against the floor. There’s a heat in her brown eyes that mirrors mine and I vibrate with restraint. My fangs burn, sharp pain lancing through my head to my stomach demanding I strike and suck her dry while my cock strains against my pants.
A sharp, musky scent morphs my fury into something else entirely. Eloise’s chest heaves, the dress barely containing her breasts and taunting me with a delicate sliver of her areola. This is turning her on. I knock her legs apart with my knee and cup her sex with my free hand, hissing at the lack of barrier between my fingers and what I want.
“Really, my lamb?” I purr before ducking my head to drag the tip of my tongue up the side of her face. “Your audacity knows no bounds, does it?”
I loosen my hold on her throat enough to let her speak. The defiance and lust in her eyes have me licking my lips.
“I was wondering what it took around here to get your attention,” she answers. “Guess I figured it out.”
Leaning my forehead against hers, I imagine my eyes reveal the extent of which I’ve denied myself. “I assure you,” I whisper against her lips, “you have my complete attention now.”
I capture her lower lip between my teeth, scraping a fang along the delicate flesh and bringing a bead of her precious blood to the surface. Eloise’s sex clenches against my hand as I hold her gaze and capture the drop with my tongue. My own shudder runs through me and I grip her harder, making her gasp for air, and my fingers slip between her slick folds.
Brushing my lips against her skin, inhaling the sweet smell of lavender and apricots, I taunt both of us as I angle her head to the side and move my lips down her throat to her bare shoulder. The pale moonlight makes Eloise’s dress glow, turning her into the dark goddess that I’d gladly offer my soul if I still possessed one.
“Ambrose,” she whispers, her breasts taunting me, her blood rushing up to the surface. It begs me to sink my fangs in as I tug her pebbled nipple into my mouth. Her voice is thready, her eyes half-lidded and I ghost my lips over her.
“Little lamb,” I murmur, still fascinated with the thump of her heart and the blood pumping through her veins, so damn close to my lips.
“Why—” she gasps as I lap up a bead of sweat that’d collected in the hollow of her collarbone. “Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?”
I still at her timid question, pulling away from her skin and meeting her gaze. I release her neck and she settles on her feet as I slide my hand up and into her hair, cupping the side of her head.
“No, Eloise,” I say, willing her to believe me.
She swallows, and I drop my eyes to follow the bobbing of her throat before looking back up. “Then why?”
“Do you really wish to know the truth?” My voice is sinister now, my fingertips digging into her scalp. She doesn’t wince at the pressure, nodding. I move my hand enough to trace my thumb over her lower lip, enraptured by her softness. “Because all I’ve wanted to do since that night is fuck you until you beg me to stop.” I meet her gaze, forcing my thumb into her mouth. “And I won’t stop until I’m done. I’ll feed from you too, drawing your life essence into me.”
Eloise looks beautiful like this, bracketed by my body, her sex growing slicker as I undulate my fingers against her. I don’t think she even realizes that I’m doing it, or that she’s moving her hips, seeking more.
“Is that so bad?” My thumb muffles her, but the question is clear enough.
My black heart freezes as I look at her. Her pupils are blown wide, her arousal is coating my hand, somehow I’ve missed her hands clutching my blood-stained shirt at my sides.
“It is when I will never have enough of you,” I snarl before ripping my thumb from her mouth and crushing my lips against hers. I stifle her yelp, shoving my tongue between her lips, tasting every part of her mouth, marking it as my own. I kiss her, deep and desperate, my hunger free at last.
She tries to push back, to return the kiss with her own fervor but I won’t let her. Not after the stunt she’s pulled tonight. Sliding my fingers through her folds, I lap at her lips, taunting her as she’s taunted me since the first night she walked into my office. Eloise shamelessly ruts against my hand, trying to get more pressure but I move with her, keeping my touch firm enough to make her angry.
“Ambrose,” she groans, her voice half frustration, half desperation.
I speak against her lips, keeping her head against the wall with my grip in her hair. “You get what I give you and nothing more, little lamb. Be good and after I get what I want, I’ll reward you.”
Her tongue wets her lips, briefly touching mine, as I wait for her answer. “Yes,sire.”
Fuck, this woman will be my downfall. I bare my fangs and angle her head away. The moment my fangs slide into her neck, I push two fingers into her hot, wet channel. She moans with pleasure and pain as I suck the blood from her veins. Each time I pull, I push my fingers into her, crushing her clit with the heel of my palm. She feels divine, her muscles fluttering around my fingers, sucking me in greedily even while I drain her of blood.
When Eloise begins to rut against me once more, I force my mouth from her. My hunger isn’t the least bit satisfied. My fingers still inside her, I lick at my lips, unwilling to miss any drop of her blood even if it means I have to taste those I killed earlier.
I need more of her. So much more.
I let go of her head and trace the thin silver strap of the dress. “Tell me no and I’ll walk away.” It’d be worse than hell, but I’d figure out a way. For her, I’ll always figure out a way.
She tilts her hips towards me, brushing against my dick. “I trust you.”
