I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips and smile against them. "I'm going to help you, lovey. I promise. I'm going to make everything go away, help get rid of your pain so you can come back to me." My smile grows. "You have to get better because I need you to and I need you to do it sooner than later. I'm not sure how much time we have but I want to spend every minute of it with you so you have to come back to me, ok?"
I scoot a little more, bring my throat level with his face and when his nostrils flare a bit I know it won't take much to get him to feed. And thank god for that because I don't want to slit my throat on accident.
With one more deep, shuddering breath and hard flutter of my needy little pussy, I press the tip of the dagger to the side of my neck until I feel it pop. The trickle of warmth flows freely, steadily, and when Havok's nostrils flare again, his lips part slightly seconds before he lunges.
His hand flies to my throat, slides quickly up the column to my chin where he tilts my head back, gentle but firm. He traces a path along my jaw with those cool fingers before they tangle in my hair where they dig in, grip the strands tight with a slight tug to the roots.
The warm, wet drag of his tongue moves from collarbone to throat as he wraps me in his arms, rolls us and pulls my body underneath his. He licks me again, laps up my blood and a rush of adrenaline shoots through my whole body.
My nipples go diamond hard, breasts heavy and aching.
My belly grows warm, my pussy clenches and flutters almost painfully.
My skin goes tight and tingles everywhere, like lightning sitting just under my skin.
My eyes drift closed as I moan, a moan of pure pleasure as Havok's lips close over the tiny cut in my neck and suck.
I grip his waist, my fingers dig into his barely warm flesh as I tip my head back further, push into the pillow and arch my back to give him more access.
Oh, and when his fangs scrape along the column of my throat, I almost orgasm on the spot.
"My angel,” he rasps against my skin mere seconds before he bites, his fangs delivering a delicious pain followed by a pleasure so great I can't help but lift my hips and roll them against Havok's.
Oh god, oh sweet Jesus he'shard.
So hard and thick.
I can feel his cock through his jeans and my god he's so big I'm sure he could split me in two but fuck, I want that. I want Havok to shove the denim down his muscular thighs, push my panties to the side and drive into me. Fuck me. Love me. Mate me.
Mate me.
The words resound in my head like the lyrics to a song I'd forgotten I knew and when I feel Havok start to suck, feel him draw my blood into his body, the floodgates open.
"Moje srdce..." I moan just before everything comes rushing back.
Say Hello
Heaven.
Pure, sweet heaven coats my tongue, runs down my throat, presses against my body.
I must have died. That bastard New One must have killed me in the woods and left me to meet The Maker.
Ah, but Heaven is not where I'd be.
No, I do not suspect my damned soul would be fortunate enough to enter into the paradise of The After and be blessed to receive such a beautiful gift in return for my many acts of recklessness.
I am surely damned to go straight into the pits of The End, wander in the cold dark and bitter nothing for all eternity, never to bathe in my light again.
My light.
"Moje srdce..."
The words moaned in my ear, the words spoken softly in my dreams, the words screamed in my nightmares.
My light.
My eyes snap open, try to focus through the red, through the swelling. The first thing I see is alabaster skin set against raven blue hair, the thick waves fanned across a pillow, my pillow.
