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What in the fuck made me say those words to Katherine? And in my mother tongue!
I’m still on top of her, looking deep into those eyes I’ve grown attached to, and seeing the same confusion and apprehension mirrored there. What was supposed to be a quick fuck to let off some steam turned into something too intense for either of us to handle.
By the dried tears on her cheeks and the tremble of her bottom lip, I can tell that Katherine is close to breaking point.
I tilt my head and kiss the sides of her face where her tears have dried. “Was it so good that I made you cry, little lamb?”
She chuckles loudly and slaps my biceps. “God, you’re so arrogant,” she says, eliciting the reaction I had hoped for. The last thing I want to remember in my last moments with Katherine is her crying face, so here I am, making her laugh.
Her eyes widen when I sit up and pull her with me, my cock still rock hard and buried deep inside of her, and walk to the bathroom with her in my arms. She doesn’t argue with me or say a word, instead, she wraps her legs around me and allows me to lead her.
I regulate the water before getting under the spray, then I push her up against the wall. The visible turmoil in her eyes causes my heart to constrict and I draw my forehead to hers before closing my eyes.
“This would be easier if you fucked me instead of being gentle,” she murmurs, and when I open my eyes, she’s smiling at me. She rakes her nails down my chest and I suck in a sharp breath through clenched teeth before lifting her ass and slamming her down on my waiting shaft.
Her delicious cry has me craving her screams, so instead of being gentle with her, I give her what she wants.
It’s amazing how easily she submits to me; as if the Goddess created her just for me to ruin. Every thrust, every cry, every orgasm that rips through her body feels like they belong to only me, and I cannot get enough of her.
But as soon as my own desire crests, my vision goes red and I feel my fangs extending.
It wouldn’t hurt to sample her right now, would it? Just a taste before we part so I can get her out of my system. Just a taste…
“Don’t,” she gasps just as my fangs touch her skin. “Gabriel… don’t.”
Her voice snaps the bloodlust right out of my system and I come without having tasted her. I groan into her neck and she sinks her nails into my back, her pussy trembling on my cock once more.
I don’t think I could ever get enough of her, of this… but too much of a good thing can be deadly.
I’m a vampire and she’s a hunter; I’m undead and she’s devastatingly human. Her living breaths are my funeral song and the more I sample her, the more I feel like my soul is unraveling.
Katherine Décès has lived up to her last name and I realize now, with harrowing clarity, that my undead heart only beats for her.
I withdraw from her and she lets out a gasp as I slowly place her on the tiled floor. She takes a tentative step toward me and runs the tips of her fingers over my chest.
“You have a gorgeous body,” she murmurs, smirking. “But I’m sure you know that.”
“I’ve been told that a few times,” I respond arrogantly, and she rolls her eyes at me.
“Of course you have. By the way, what happened to you not fucking humans, hmm? Was I just the exception?” she asks, pretending to sound nonchalant about it, but I know she’s more than curious to know.
I shrug. “I’ve craved you since I had my first taste of you, little lamb; you were simply too alluring to let go,” I say, my heart miserably going to the morning Myrcella died. “But things got… complicated.”
A wistful look crosses her eyes, and she looks down.
“Myrcella,” she says, dropping her hand from my chest and taking a step backward. “That wasn’t me, you know that, right? I never fired that shot. The gun in my hand had no bullets in it.”
Part of me wants to believe her, but another part of me doesn’t care because she led them to my home. But as much as I want to put the blame on the hunters, it was my fault for even bringing her here.
I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter; the real person responsible for everything is your father and one day I will kill him,” I say, but she doesn’t react to my threat; instead, she nods and says the words I never expected to hear from her.
“Make it painful,” she says, then turns her back to me and starts washing herself.
My cock stirs just watching her, but I will not fuck her again. Instead, I step over to her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close to my chest. Then I incline my head and rest it on her shoulder, listening to her erratic heartbeat and shallow breaths.
After washing herself down, she does the same to me and the act feels terribly intimate. We do not speak, we simply stand there savoring the moment before I close the taps.
I grab a towel from the rack and dry her down, reveling in the feel of her and how she’s allowing me to be this intimate with her.
