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He watched as my fangs lengthened, a small groan coming from him. I copied his movements and grazed my fangs over the sensitive skin of his thigh. Just as I was about to pierce his skin, I took hold of his cock, making him growl loudly. And then I sank my fangs in deep, taking his blood as he’d done mine. The taste was coppery but also had a sweet tang of chocolate. He groaned and his cock swelled in my hand, his cum spilling onto my skin.
“Enough, babe. You’ve taken enough.”
It was a good job Antoine told me to stop because his blood was addictive. A sweet drug that, from that day forward, I’d always crave.
Tiredness overcame me. Antoine must have realised this because he pulled back the duvet. We both crawled in, and I nestled close to him. We didn’t speak. There was no need to because our lovemaking had spoken for us. As soon as the duvet closed over us, I fell asleep. I was sure I heard Antoine say he loved me, but I was too tired that I wasn’t certain. All I wanted was to fall asleep in the arms of this amazing guy.
ChapterFifteen
Donna
Iwoke sometime in the early hours. My body was totally sated and a pleasant ache between my legs reminded me of the bonding I’d shared with Antoine. It was the most erotic experience of my life, and to realise it would always be like this with him had my body coiling up with desire and the need to have him again.
His front was to my back, one arm thrown loosely over my waist. It made me feel protected and loved. Yes, I was certain I’d heard him say he loved me. If any other guy had said that to me after such a short time, I’d have thrown him on the crazy train. But this was so monumentally different. And now that I’d tied my fate to his, I couldn’t even contemplate a life without him in it. My stomach growled in hunger. I needed to eat, and then maybe I’d wake him up and we could do it all over again.
Grabbing his discarded T-shirt, I padded quietly from the room and headed for the kitchen. I was ravenous and threw the fridge door open wide so I could grab something to sate my hunger. There was some quiche in there. Perfect. I fetched a plate for it and a glass for some orange juice. I was heading for the breakfast bar when a searing pain crashed through me. I dropped the plate on the floor but managed to put the glass on the counter.
Bile rose in my throat. I’d never make it back up to the bathroom in time. I ran for the sink and threw up, groaning loudly. Thinking it was over, I rinsed the sink clean and grabbed my orange juice. One sip was all I took before it came back up.
“Donna.”
I was clinging to the side of the sink for dear life when I turned to see Antoine heading towards me. He picked up the broken plate and quiche. Then he hefted me up into his arms, and using preternatural speed, raced for his bathroom. The movement made me dizzy, and I puked again. I felt him tie my hair away from my face. But I couldn’t say anything. Each time I tried, more vomit shot from me.
After a while, it appeared to have subsided. I leaned against Antoine on the bathroom floor. He massaged my shoulders and kissed my head.
“It’s okay, babe. I’ve got you. We’ll get through this. Here.” He held a glass up to my lips. “Drink a little water.”
“If I survive this and you still want me, at least you’ll have seen me at my worst.” I smiled weakly.
“I’ll always want you. The good and the bad. I wish I could take the pain away but…” He grimaced.
I reached my hand up to touch his face. “Are you feeling all that I am?”
He nodded.
I closed my eyes. “I…”
I didn’t get any further. The few sips of water appeared not to want to stay down. I had no idea how long this went on for. In the end, I had no strength left to talk, move, or drink the water Antoine tried to give me. When I was down to just dry heaving, I closed my eyes, praying that it would be over soon.
“It will be, babe.”
His gentle words didn’t really convince me. My body began to tremble, and I felt my skin break out in sweat. It looked like I’d taken a shower. Antoine was using towels and washcloths to help dry my body, but it was constant. Surely, I’d die of dehydration if this didn’t stop soon. My throat was on fire from puking so much, and each time my body trembled, it felt like it was jolting my bones in their sockets. And still Antoine didn’t leave me but kept me in the safety of his arms while he continued to mop the sweat away from my skin.
“I… I can’t go on much longer. I’m dying, I can feel it.”
He held me closer, making me wince. “You’re not dying. It’s the conversion. We’re almost there. You can do this.”
Even his words no longer meant anything to me. I was so weak that I just wanted to sleep and never wake up. After what seemed like an eternity, my body stopped trembling and it appeared that Antoine no longer had to wipe my body free of perspiration.
“I think the worst is over. Let’s get you to the bed.”
I didn’t have the strength to respond as he lifted me up and strode into the bedroom. When he laid me in the bed and got in next to me, I opened my eyes to look at him, but my eyelids slid closed, and I felt darkness calling to me. Whether it was death or weakness from the conversion, I had no idea. I only hoped that when I woke up, it was to embrace my new life, and not to greet death.
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Antoine
I’d never felt so fucking useless in my very long life. Watching Donna go through the stages of the conversion was like being dragged to hell. I experienced all her pain and discomfort because of our link. I wished I could’ve taken it all away from her. When I saw Clement next, I’d be seriously tempted to hand him his balls in a sling for making her suffer so much. It was fucking brutal.
