14. Maisie

Chapter fourteen

Maisie

I’m screaming a full-throated scream as Barnaby bites me— hard . His fangs bury themselves in my flesh, and the sudden burst of pain catapults my orgasm into a tornado. I’m picked up and hurled around by it as he pulls his fangs free and presses his lips to the wound. With each of his sucks, with each thrust of his fingers inside me, I’m coming harder and harder. How is he doing that? Somehow, the bite of his fangs has unlocked a pleasure I never knew existed. I feel like my body might shrink into a single atom and then implode into nothing but dust.

When I come down, Barnaby slides his hand out of me. He gazes up over the mound of my pelvis as he licks his fingers dry. My mouth falls open at the sight of him with blood trailing down the sides of his mouth. My blood.

Why is that so fucking hot?

Barnaby’s dark eyes are glowing brightly as he climbs up the bed, placing his arms to either side of me. His pink tongue swipes the blood off his lips, and his lids close in bliss.

“You...” He swallows thickly. “You taste incredible, Maisie. Your cum and your blood on my lips are like nothing I’ve had in all my years.” He even looks less pale now, with a fresh ruddiness to his cheeks.

I’m flying, absolutely soaring. No one’s ever said something like that to me before. Well, not that I’ve ever had someone drink my blood, but still.

I reach up and stroke his cheek, and Barnaby leans into me as I lift my head to kiss him. Hungrily he kisses me back, his hips lowering to brush his cock over my belly. Now that I’ve returned to earth, I’m aching again, my pussy clenching as I breathe.

I need him. I need him right now, more than I’ve ever needed anyone. I need him to fill me, and then fuck me, and then maybe even bite me again as I orgasm because I’ve never flown so high in my life.

“Please,” I whimper, snapping up my own hips to meet his. Barnaby groans and kisses me once more before sitting back on his knees to look down between my thighs. He palms his cock, stroking it as he gazes at me with hooded eyes.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commands, and instantly I do. He guides himself down between them, and I feel his soft cockhead graze over my clit, then my folds, seeking the spot where he’s most needed. As I wriggle under him, trying to bring him inside me, he rewards me by sinking just the tip of himself in .

Barnaby groans, stilling. He dips his head and kisses me, more tenderly this time, his chest heaving.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs to me, pushing in slightly deeper.

I moan and arch up, trying to keep my eyes on his. He winds his hips back, fully leaving me, then slides farther in, his thick cock asking me to open for him.

And open I do. Whisked along by how wet I am, he glides through, and both of us moan at the same time as he buries himself shockingly deep.

“Fuck, Barnaby!” I grip his arms tight as the glorious stretch of him sends a wave of bliss straight to my brain. Experimentally he thrusts again, then again, sweat already beading on his forehead as he watches the place where we’re connected.

“Your cunt is incredible,” he manages between gasps. The word cunt makes me clench even tighter. “I can’t...” His eyes smash closed and he buckles forward, landing on his elbow on top of me, so he’s almost crushing me. He pauses his movement, breathing hard.

“I’m too close,” he confesses, with an honesty that makes me smile.

“Let’s just lie like this, then.” I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him in so our mouths are almost touching. I lick one of his fangs, and Barnaby shudders from head to toe.

We lie like that, his cock sunk all the way inside me, just kissing. When he’s gotten his breath back, my vampire opens his eyes and peers down into mine, the slightest smile on his lips .

“Now,” he murmurs, lowering his lips to my ear, “I’m going to fuck you like I mean it.”

Gathering me up close, Barnaby withdraws, then slams himself in with shocking force. When I cry out, he does it again, and again, drawing his hips back and then sinking in as deep as he can. Within moments, I’m completely lost to my bliss, gripping him tight as he takes me hard and fast, just like he promised.

But I need more. More, and more, and more. I want everything.

“Barnaby!” I cry out, weaving my hands through his hair and then holding on tight as I surrender to him. I bury my face in his neck because looking upon him, taking in the sharp planes of his face and the pride in his nose, is almost too much for me. He’s handsome, and gentle, and so magnetic that I think...

I think there’s a good chance I’m falling in love with him.

Barnaby

With how gloriously Maisie clenches around me, the only thing that keeps me from coming inside her right now is how hard I’m trying to keep the monster at bay. It’s surging to the surface, clawing at the edges of the box I’ve placed it in, and it takes all my strength and willpower to keep from unleashing it .

But I will not let it out. I will not allow it to show its face in front of her.

I will not lose her.

Just as powerful is my need to drink her again. The taste of her blood is still on my lips, and it’s the most perfect nectar this world has to offer. It fills my entire body with life, with fervor, and now I want nothing more than to make Maisie shiver and cry out underneath me.

I am utterly infatuated, completely ready to be her devotee. I remember when Eleanor demanded I fuck her, how emotionless and filthy it felt. This is a different plane of existence, where Maisie clings to me as if we’re caught in a storm together and I’m her only life raft. She kisses me so tenderly and gazes at me with such affection in her eyes that I can’t help but drown.

Where there was once gray shadow, there is now color. Everything is bright and vibrant around her, as if she generates a halo of pure life force.

I’m so close to the edge, toeing a steep cliff, that I grit my teeth and shut my eyes to keep my climax from erupting too soon. Even then I can smell her blood pumping wildly, hear her heart beating as fast as a rabbit’s, and I desperately need more of her.

I can’t control it. As Maisie throws her head back in pleasure, I lean down and pierce her flesh with my fangs for a second time.

Blood instantly wells to the surface, and Maisie’s moan morphs into a scream of bliss. I pump more furiously as the sweet flavor of her fills my mouth. The monster is creeping closer, but as I feed, I’m able to push it back. I suck and suck, my thrusts speeding up as Maisie clenches tighter and tighter around me. Her wet heat sends a cataclysm of sensation into my bollocks, and I don’t know how much longer I can resist.

And then her cries stop in her throat. Maisie’s eyes grow huge and her mouth hangs open, and her entire body clamps down around me. There’s nothing I can do now but let go.

One final time I slam into her, burying my cock as deep as I can, as my own orgasm races down my spine. I roar, an unexpected sound even for me, and grip her tight as it consumes me. I swell inside her and groan as my seed finally bursts forth, shooting everything deep in her body.

I collapse on top of her, keeping myself from crushing her with one hand. Maisie shivers all over as the remnants of her pleasure wind through her, and each pulse of her cunt around me causes my eyes to roll back in my head. I lick her blood off my lips, relishing the glorious, unparalleled taste of her.

“Damn,” Maisie says at last, the fog clearing from her eyes. A wide smile takes over her face. “You’re really, really good at that.”

I can’t help but smile back. “So are you.” Feeling how tender and sensitive her swollen channel is, I work myself free gently, then collapse to the bed beside her. There’s still blood dripping down her neck, though, and I belatedly remember that humans are much more delicate than my kind.

Quickly I get up, but Maisie reaches toward me. “Where are you going?” she asks, her smile falling .

“Wait one moment.” I kiss her once on the lips before I pull away. Quickly I head downstairs, where my first aid kit is under a bathroom sink. It’s never been used before. I return to the bedroom and Maisie sits up when I reappear, but I urge her to lie back down.

First, I attend to the wound on her thigh, spilling peroxide onto a cotton ball before wiping it over the twin punctures. Then I pull out a band-aid and stick it over the top.

Maisie giggles. “Oh. Thank you.”

I shake my head. “No, thank you. No one... no one has ever given me a gift like this.”

Though the smile on my face feels foreign, it’s also right . There’s a sense of joy, a pillar of life in me that I haven’t felt since the very last time I drank human blood.

Maisie lets me see to her throat next, and the sight of my mark on her fills me with immense pride. She let me claim her. She let me drink from her.

She is perfect.

When I’m finished, I lie down at her side and bundle her up in my arms, bringing her close to my bare chest. She strokes me there, her head tucked neatly under my chin, until her hand slows and so does her breathing.

Soon, she’s asleep, right next to me, right where she belongs.

A sudden realization washes over me.

This won’t last.

She has already been here for more than a week, which means only a few more remain. After that... she’ll leave me. After that, she’ll go back home, wherever that is, and I won’t see her again.

All my joy, all my pleasure at having her, is washed away. I will have to say goodbye to her when this is over, and every part of me objects to the idea.

I grit my teeth. I cannot become this attached. I cannot go through another heartbreak.

As good as her body felt around mine, I cannot let her inside, or it will destroy me when she finally goes.