“I do. Just take the medicine, please,” he exasperates, and then my lips find his stomach once more before I sink into the flesh to draw the blood.
He groans as I take it into my mouth, and the fire starts burning almost immediately as the erotic rush surges through me. I press the release button to the restraints, and he cracks his neck from side to side as the adrenaline fills his veins. He sheds off the last of the chains, and smirks as he stalks toward me.
“You wanted me,” he growls, and then he grabs me up and throws me on top of the cold steel table. “You’ve got me,” he continues, and I moan as he rips my lacy underwear to shreds.
I feel his teeth entering my skin, and then I feel a warmth mixing with the erotica bomb. I pull my head back up to see the empty medicine vial, and now I know that warmth was him inserting it into my veins.
“I love you,” I breathe against his ear, and suddenly I feel his body forcing its way into mine as my back flops against the table.
His lips consume mine to offer more electrifying currents, and then he rises back up to leave me sprawled out and exposed on the table. He pounds into me as his teeth grit together, and I shiver under his punishing force.
He jerks me forward, and my legs tighten against his waist as my breasts push against his heated skin. My back slams into the wall, and the still exposed chains rattle behind me. I grip one of the chains while holding the back of his neck. He grunts as he slams into me over and over, and his lips claim mine as my insides begin to quiver. I scream out almost loud enough to rattle the chains, and then the warmth fills me when he follows me.
He lowers me to the ground, and then he lies down on the floor to try and steady his rapid heartbeat. Now that my sanity has somewhat returned, I feel like a complete asshole. I follow him to the ground with a disgusted look of disgrace tainting my face.
“Don’t look at me that way. You bit me first,” he retorts while misreading my expression.
I almost chuckle, but I just bury my head into his chest. My body aches for the closeness of his, and I’m hoping it’s still the effects of the blood rather than the need for him being my own.
“I know I bit you first, and that was after I chained you to a wall and orally assaulted you,” I grumble in humiliation, and he snickers lightly as he pulls me to his body.
“I did try to stop you, for the record,” he chuckles out.
“I know,” I dramatically exasperate. “I’m so sorry,” I mumble into his chest, and he just laughs all the harder.
“Don’t worry about it,” he snickers out, and then he stands to his feet to pick my dress up off the floor.
He lays it on the table and then starts buttoning up his pants. There’s no repairing the damage I’ve done to his shirt, so he just leaves it hanging while picking his jacket up off the floor.
“You still need me?” he asks curiously.
I shiver slightly, and he quickly rejoins my side. He helps me to my feet before pulling my almost bare body into his arms.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmurs softly, and I almost go limp in his arms.
“You’re already over it?” I grouse.
“I wasn’t under the effects of my savage, and I tasted the medicine. That sort of put a damper on the full effects of the blood,” he explains. “Put your dress on, and I’ll carry you back to my place. We’ll sleep it off there,” he says so gently.
“No. You need to go back to the cadet party. It’ll look bad if you don’t,” I grumble.
“They’ll get over it. You need me worse than they do right now,” he murmurs softly, and my lips throb to feel his.
“I’ll be fine,” I grimace out, and now I know it’s the effects mixed with my own desire.
I pull on my scattered dress, and I grumble as I zip it up. He turns my face back to his to offer me pity.
“Araya, you can be honest with me. I’m taking you back, and we’ll stay together until it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
My lips find their way to his without my permission, and his grip tightens against me as he gives me the closeness I need right now. He scoops me up, and I feel the air against us as he carries me back to the room.
My back finds the bed, and I snuggle into him as he joins me. His hand strokes my hair, while his eyes still pity me.
“I went years without a glitch, and now I’ve gone crazy twice - technically three times - in a matter of weeks,” I sigh out, and he pulls me even tighter to his body.
“I know. That’s why it’s important you stay with me. You’ve had a lot thrown at you, and on a subconscious level, you’re feeling attacked. Just stay with me so that I can keep you safe.”
I sigh as I lean back, and the effects slowly start to subside.
