I moan louder, my hands clinging to the sheets beneath me as his punishing rhythm quickens in the most electrifying way. Then I feel him drop to me, his body sweating… even though full bloods shouldn’t sweat anymore... not without a blood lust for the vein, which they no longer suffer from.
I feel our moment becoming intoxicatingly inescapable - as though we could spend the rest of our lives in this moment.
The floors rattle beneath us, the glass of the balcony door shatters, and the tables beside the bed splinter around us. He doesn’t caution me, he doesn’t stop me… he feels that power too.
His eyes roll back in his head as he revels in the feel of my body. I couldn’t stop it even if he wanted me to. All I can do is relish him being inside me, ravaging me, not holding back.
The muscles in my stomach tighten, promising I'm near the climatic point of unraveling. The walls crack, spider-veining around us as they creak out their pain, and then I cry out as I find the release my body desperately desired.
He doesn’t stop though. My body trembles as his vicious pace only grows all the more sensationally brutal. Then I feel his sharp blood bringers pressing against the skin of my shoulder as his soft hair tickles my face, his body still pumping into mine with that incredible force.
Do it.
The erotic, delicious pain burns through my veins, awakening every bit of my body as if I’ve just felt that bomb explode once more. His mercilessly ravishing rhythm quickens, making me almost convulse from the surreal sensations forming in every forgotten crevice of my body - inside and out.
He knows my mind, knows the unfathomably delicious emotions he’s provoking, and he knows exactly what it takes make my body curl to will. Most of all, he knows how to make me belong to him.
I gasp out again, and the walls crack all the more. A piece of the ceiling crashes to the ground beside the bed, and that’s my undoing.
I scream out as though the sun is erupting in the pit of my stomach, and the walls rattle all the harder, smaller pieces of the ceiling dropping to sound off my second climax.
This time, he follows me with one last incredibly hard thrust, and I feel his warmth exploding inside me as he collapses to my body with his exhausted, heated pants turning into chilled ones again.
I’m too depleted to move. My arms feel as though they’re weighted down by uranium filled veins, and my heartbeat is fast enough to power a city.
“Damn,” he pants out, his lips trying to meet mine, but falling away when his body requires more air.
Mmm. Damn good.
He lets out a laugh upon hearing my inner thoughts, and then he rolls to his back while bringing me with him to fulfill the need for closeness after our hotter-than-hell blood exchange.
“Aria?” he murmurs, and then he swallows hard before gasping in another breath.
“Mm?” I hum out while snuggling in closer and wrapping my leg around his waist.
He breathes out heavily, his chest contracting almost too much, and then his next breath comes in a little easier before he continues with a steadier tone.
“I need to tell you something.”
My eyes seem so heavy right now. After all I’ve dealt with today, I just want to fall asleep here in his arms. To hell with the shower.
You can tell me anything.
He smiles against my forehead as his lips gently stroke it, and then his arms drape around me protectively.
“Another time. You’re exhausted.”
No. “Tell me now. I’m fine,” I yawn out, my lids drawing shut to show proof of my lie.
His hand smoothes down my wild hair as he pulls the sheet over us, and then he shakes his head.
“Another time,” he repeats in a near whisper, and then the darkness consumes me.
C
hapter 14
The Inner Hybrid
