10. Kairhyse

10

Kairhyse

I 'm at her side before she can stumble, but I'm not here to be gentle or her savior. I owe her for not killing me, and I'm about to give her everything she needs, just this once. Repayment for not ending my life for being careless.

As her head tilts up, my lips crash into hers. My arm around her waist pulls her tight to my body, flushing us together so there is absolutely no space between us. I don't wait for an invitation; my tongue forcefully slips through her lips and tangles up with hers.

She immediately grips me with an intensity that I have never felt before. It's that Amoro, there is absolutely no doubt about it. It's not just a pull; it's a force of nature, a gravitational power that seizes my very essence. It's as if my energy is summoned from the depths of my being, drawn irresistibly to the surface, ready to be claimed.

Her taste is not something I'm capable of describing, and I can tell it's muted because of how bad she feels. Imagining how delectable she'd be when she is fully alive makes me drive my hips against hers. I devour the moan that escapes her lips, and I'm fully at attention because of it.

There are too many clothes between us, and I eagerly rip away her cotton top. The tear is smooth down the center, and she shrugs off the rest from her shoulders. She has known that I've been watching her, and at first, she didn't care to walk naked past her glass balcony doors, but recently I've not had the delight of seeing her delectable pink nipples.

I grasp one perfectly round breast into my hand, and while it's ample in size, my hand devours it. I am not gentle, but I can tell she loves it; my nails dig into her skin, and I can smell the metallic tang that comes with blood filling the space around me. This once thought dainty girl is not that. She wants to be shredded, and I'm just the fool to do it.

Her hands are grabbing at my shirt, and I don't stop her. I understand that she feeds off lifeforces, and that gives her sustenance, but I'm unsure of how it works. Does it need to flow from my pores?

I'm going to lead this dance of ours, but I'll make sure she gets what she needs. I am a man of my word, after all.

My shirt is on the ground as quickly as hers was, and I'm wrapping my arm around her waist to lift her so I can pull her shorts and panties away simultaneously.

I suck in a breath; I can smell every part of her now that she's completely naked. It's so overwhelming that I could physically go blind. This is dangerous, and I'm coming to understand why her species is always being hunted.

Lucky for her, I'll be her only hunter.

"Tell me," I breathe into her mouth, "Do you need to come to feed?"

"No," she responds quickly. "Let's just get this over with." Her voice is breathless, and I want to understand more. I feel this is a unique position to be in, but I'm no fool, nor is she. I could ask all the questions about her kind that I want, but she won't answer them. Plus, I'm too distracted to formulate the right question to ask.

I slam her into the wall. "Shit, Kai!"

Why is she calling me that?

"Break anything in my fucking apartment and you are paying for it!"

Shaking my head, I huff a laugh while responding, "I'll break whatever I want, that includes you, little demon." I don't allow for her to retort because I force my lips back on hers. I want those jewels on her tongue to caress my cock and balls, but those teeth, I have no doubt have torn off appendages stronger than a dick before.

Breaking from her lips, I move down her chin to her neck. It's going to be a struggle not to feed on her; I'll constantly have to remind myself of the danger in that, but it doesn't mean I won't bite .

"I said I don't—"

My fingers slip between her shaven lips and I run the length of her slit. A sharp gasp comes from her, a moan following close behind. I'm surprised at how wet she already is, and the prospect that it is because she wants this as badly as I do, makes my cock twitch.

The moment my lips are around her hard nipple, I'm circling her throbbing bundle of nerves with my fingers. Her legs separate slightly, and I nibble on her bead in approval of her action.

Her song of pleasure is so captivating that, if Sirens were still alive, I'd swear she was one. It's as perfect as her scent and her body. I'm absolutely a dead Vampire, and I don't mean that ironically. This woman is going to be the death of me; I'm just not sure how long I have to enjoy this time with her.

I'm on my knees before her in seconds. "I don't... feed like this!" she says between her gasps. The frustration on her tongue is cute because I can tell she's mad. I know the last thing she wants is for me to be here doing this, but I could give as many fucks as Miles has dicks.

I lift her leg up and over my shoulder, and gaze at probably the most beautiful flower I've ever had to pleasure of laying my eyes on. "Fucking Vayl above, what a perfect delight you are." I definitely don't mind a bit of hair, but she keeps herself cleanly shaven with a strip to where any man would lose their mind.

"Disgusting!" I can sense she doesn't actually think that. Something tells me she likes the praise but refuses to acknowledge it. "Hurry…" Does she not like to be given head? Or maybe she's been left disappointed before.

I hum before demanding, "Keep your eyes on me while I make you eat that word."

My tongue slips between her slit and the moment I taste her, I'm the one that is hasty. As if I am starved of life, I wrap my lips around her begging clit and suck as though she's the sweetest piece of candy I've ever had.

Holy fuck , am I doing this for her, or myself ?

I glance up at her, and she's watching as I commanded. There's no blush on her face, but the sheer devastation written across her expression tells me she's in rapture. Her lips are lightly parted, and there's a sheen over her eyes. She's one slip of my tongue away from being flustered. I could get use to watching her chest rise and fall at my pleasure. The way she's chewing on her lip, fighting with herself not to beg for more.

My tongue flattens on her throbbing bud, and I need to know what makes her jump. What does she like, what does she hate—my insatiable need to know is driving me fucking mad.

I slip one hand up and press two fingers into her drenched pussy. Her abs tighten and she throws her head back. "Mmm," she likes both; to be filled, and her bundle of nerves to be toyed with.

Moving my mouth from around her clit, I lean into her thigh. I watch as she shoots her gaze back down to me. Oh, now you want me to make you come? I grin before my lips wrap around her thigh, and I sink my fangs into her silky skin. The sound of puncturing akin to the gentle pop of needles entering fabric, and I love its melody.

I'm not stupid, I won't swallow her blood, and the moment I taste it hit my tongue I pull back and spit it out immediately. Her loud moan makes my need to fill her far too powerful, but I want her to soak my face.

"Will you be a good little demon and come on my face?" As I finish my question, another finger enters that devastating cunt that I'm ready to ravage.

Just as she's about to speak, my thumb presses against her clit with force before rolling it in a circle.

"Fuck… you!" She's writhing and biting her lip and I'm about to lose control.

Once again, I lean in and bite her thigh, wanting so badly to drink from this cauldron of destruction. She would kill me the moment she gets her energy back, and now I have more than ever a purpose to live. I can only hope that Achille will be patient, considering no more deaths will be happening while I keep my little demon busy.

I spit her out, but this time, I do it onto my free hand and move closer to her. Spreading the mix of saliva and blood between my index and middle, I find her tight ass and without warning, I slip them in.

"I will fuck you, Xeraphine, but not before you make a mess of yourself. "

Her hands, which had been fumbling around, find my hair and pull me back between her thighs. I move my thumb and place my tongue on her throbbing bud, and roll it around as though it is the wave, and she is the shore I was crashing against. She bucks her hips, and I know she is falling from the cliff she was holding onto.

Nipping at her clit seems to send her right over the precipice, and with a call to whoever her creator is, she comes. Holy fuck, does she come.

"That's it." She squirts all over my tongue and face, and I swear I come a little with her in that moment. "So fucking good," I croon, pumping my fingers so hard into her that her orgasm shakes even me. Her leg curls around the back of my neck and I would welcome suffocating in her. Not that my kind need air, but even if I did, this would be a great way to go.

Without waiting for her to come down from her orgasm, I remove her leg from around my neck and stand to my full height. Her breathing is uneven, and the pop of my fingers coming from inside of her causes her to gasp.

As I'm about to open my mouth to praise her, she slaps me. She puts as much force behind it as she possibly can, even though it barely turns my head.

"Say those two fucking words to me, Vampire , and the moment I can, I'll be putting my biggest toy right up your ass."

At least she didn't say my dick up my ass. Not that I want either of those to happen, but the prospect she's done it to someone keeps me stiff.

Not sure how she knew it, but I was going to call her a good girl. Too ordinary. Too Mundane . Everyone probably calls her that.

She isn't a good girl, anyway.

After the shock disappears, I shake my head and press my hand against the wall behind her. "Fine. Now you can feast, my little demon."

Her nose twitches, "I am your nothing . Call me little demon, but never put your anything in front of it."

Oh, sweet Xeraphine.

My hand wraps around her throat and I lean in, my face drenched in her cum .

This demon is mine, whether she understands that or not. I'll figure out how to deal with Achille because there's no way I'm handing her over. I'll sedate him somehow, but at least for now, the killings will cease. That should be good enough for him.

I do enjoy a good obsession. Especially when it tastes as good as she does.

"In due time," I utter, pulling her from the wall and roughly tossing her against the back of the couch. Undoing my pants, I command, "Bend over and spread those beautiful legs." I forget exactly who I am dealing with because she's standing up and snarling.

"Who the fuck do you think—" She is seething. However, the moment my pants drop, and she sees what is to come, her chest rises with a large intake of air. "—you are talking to…?"

My head tilts, and I hum in question. "Quite—"

"Gifted," she finishes for me. "Piercings…"

I've got three frenum piercings lined horizontally in rows at the bottom of my shaft. I'm sure the one she is most curious about, and why I specifically put it there, is the piercing right at my pubic region.

I grin, "Like what you see?"

I do enjoy pissing her off.

"Give me what you promised." She is getting down onto her knees and I shake my head. "You said—"

"You think I trust those pearly white teeth to not chomp at my best feature?" I scoff, "One day those beautiful red lips will have the honor." I take a step toward her, but she's not moving from her kneeled position. "Trust me, I cannot wait to drown you in cum and stretch that delicate throat of yours. Until then, bend over that couch, Xeraphine."

The defiance in her eyes as she stays on her knees makes me fucking thrive. My hand comes to her jaw, tracing the delicate lines of her features.

Oh, I'm definitely a goner for this little demon.