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Chapter 5

I had never seen anything so beautiful as him kneeling there, his hair and eyes glowing white in the moonlight, his body trembling and pupils enlarged with wanting...me. He was ready, way past ready, and I thought that he would surely explode the moment our bodies made contact. I couldn’t wait to give him that release, that ecstasy. If it meant my life, I would die happy, knowing I had pleasured him.

I stepped to him and placed my hands on his shoulders, those shoulders that were so strong and looked so broad on his slim, muscular frame. Caressed his clavicles, his neck, and ran my fingers through his hair, mussing it wildly. I wanted him to look as feral as I knew he was. Though he still appeared quite self-possessed, I knew he was battling a raging wildfire of need. His resolve not to hurt me would stand strong against his bloodlust for an amazingly long time, and would never allow the demon to have its unmitigated way...but my desire to please him, and to be pleased, to be taken and devoured and relished in the way I had come to crave, would urge me to aid the demon in its quest to overpower him.

I leaned forward and kissed him, taking back my hands so that only our lips touched. He let it be so for a long moment, knowing of my propensity to tease, then rose upright on his knees and reached for me. I stepped back and my body protested with even harder throbs of desire that left me breathless. My nipples were so hard they ached, my sex swollen with need. The cool caress of the wind made me moan softly.

Aloysius remained upright on his knees, his arms still reaching for me. His eyes glowed brighter and I could now see a faint glint of red in the center of his pupils. As I watched, he took a deep breath and sat back on his heels, managed to relax slightly, and the glint of red faded away. He whispered to me, and there was a low growl underlying his soft words. “Come to me, my sssweet...come to me...”

I smiled coyly and took a step closer to him, knowing he couldn’t quite reach me. I tilted my head back and studied the stars, my fingers caressing my breasts and skimming downward to stroke my wetness. I could hear his breath now, faster, and harsh. I knew he could spring toward me and have me in a split second, and that if he lost control enough to do it, he would probably punish me quite severely. I feared it and longed for it. He did not move.

I turned my back to him and bent over, twisting a little to study him from around my right leg. His eyes were on mine, refusing to look where I knew he wanted to. I smiled at his predictable stubbornness and reached between my legs and his eyes locked onto my stroking fingers, his chest beginning to rise and fall more quickly, more visibly. His lips parted, revealing the incisors that had been growing for a while and were now the mature fangs that meant the change was almost complete. Faint glowing redness had returned to center in his pupils. When he spoke this time, the whisper had vanished, leaving only a low, almost inhuman growl. “Do not make me come get you, love. Do not do it.”


“No, darling.” I turned and took another step toward him, let my eyes drop to his rigid penis. “I quite like you just as you are.”

He sat still as stone, waiting, knowing that I couldn’t wait, couldn’t tease, much longer. How well we knew one another. I knew the steel clamps his fingers would seem on my arms, the painfully rigid lance his body would seem thrusting into mine, the sudden exclamation that would escape him when it did. He knew that, though I would writhe and moan in pain, I would rather he tear me apart than stop. We knew one another so well.

I took one more small step toward him and his arms flashed out, one long hand snagging my wrist as I tried to jump back. It was the steel clamp I’d expected, and I could not get away, but I made him drag me toward him until he was able to grip both my upper arms. Upright on his knees, his face was almost even with my breasts, and he pulled me against him, his hot mouth coming to rest on my left nipple, sucking hard enough to hurt, biting hard enough to leave faint impressions. I screamed in reaction, fear leaping high into my throat, and tried to pull away, but it was a reflex. I could no more have pulled away and stayed away than a limb could pull away from its body. I thrust myself against him and tried to grasp his head, but he bent my arms behind my back and held them fast as his mouth worked my breasts, first one, then the other, sucking and licking and nipping until I pleaded incoherently for more.

He looked up at me, smiling, and his fangs glistened like his silver-white eyes. He continued holding me fast, smiling up at me as I writhed against him in a frenzy of lust, leaving my own glistening wetness on his chest. “Are you finished teasssing?” he asked, and I could only respond with whimpers, straining to move. “Then come to me, come and take it, take it...” and he gripped my buttocks, pulled me down, and impaled me.

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