Alice nodded. “Yes...”
Her cunt spasmed around him greedily when Sebastian didn’t hesitate, but plunged wickedly sharp teeth into her flesh. A cry tumbled from her lips and her eyes filled with tears, but the pain felt so good. So right. She couldn’t stop the sounds of extreme pleasure from spilling out of her as he drank. Coupled with his comforting weight on top of her, and the way his pelvis brushed against her swollen clit, she began a swift ascent.
She moaned his name. It was a sound of encouragement. Of need.
He pulled harder, and Alice had to clench her eyes shut against a wave of rapture sweeping over her. A second pull, and she was soaring.
The sweep of his tongue came too quickly. She’d wanted him to keep drinking from her, to keep taking. Her hands flexed and fisted, grabbing uselessly at the bliss surrounding and filling her body. Her seemingly boneless body quivered, shockwaves of orgasm holding her hostage. It was addictive, this way of being connected to him. He said his illness eased away from him whenever he took from her like this, but to Alice, every part of her body tingled with awareness. The sensitivity almost bordered on painful, yet she couldn’t stop herself from wanting.
“More,” she pleaded. Eyes squeezed shut, body shuddering.
“Shh,” he cooed. A feather-light kiss touched her lips. “Later. This isn’t the only way to make you feel good. I promise.”
As if to put weight behind his words, his hand slipped between their bodies. The tender touch of his thumb on her clit almost overwhelmed her. The sensation was electric. And, she wanted more. “Yes, oh God, please...”
Alice tilted her head back, indenting the pillow behind her as another orgasm rushed through her veins, turbulent and swift.
She couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Words climbed into her mind and fell away, meaningless. There was nothing for her to do but succumb.
Sebastian pushed his face into the crook of her neck, his moist lips like a heated torch on her skin. It touched the place where he’d bitten, the breathy caress igniting sensation through her again. She heard his soft grunts, the low muttered words of desire and pleasure. He drove into her harder and faster than he had previously, and the burning soreness of her cunt surrendered, becoming as needful as her lust.
She opened her eyes, immediately staring into an ocean of green so clear and distinct, it rivaled the world’s most beautiful emerald. Her heart clenched, the beat following ever frantic and wild. “What have you done to me?” she whispered.
There was feeling beneath that beating heart. Emotion. She didn’t have to search for it.
“Alice...” Sebastian kissed her long and deep, the connection between them so strong she almost feared it. But then she felt the first shudder of his body, the sudden clenching of muscles wire-tight. His fingers threaded with hers, tightening around them as another shudder overtook him. The growl that permeated the air on its heels sent goose bumps rising in a contagion on her skin, but satisfaction sank deeply as he emptied inside of her.
With a heart pounding so insistently she could have counted the individual knocks, Alice held on to Sebastian as he slowed the instinctual rhythm. Until he stopped moving altogether.
He seemed to part reluctantly, pulling her in close next to him when she would have given him his space. Tucked against the warmth of his skin, she knew comfort and a feeling of being needed. As her eyes fluttered, fatigue seducing her into slumber, her eyes found the laptop screen, tumbled on its side during their activity. There, on the search results page, she thought she glimpsed repeating words, “angel” being the first. Sebastian draped his arm over her chest, covering both breasts jealously, also shattering any belief he might actually be related to one of the divine beings.
She was so damned tired and would look at it closer later, but as heavy lids insisted on having their way, she thought she saw another familiar word.
Demon.
Chapter Seventeen
“...Forty-three...forty-four...forty-five!”
A sharp scream rent the air, a little girl’s cry of pain coming from a young man of nineteen. He tripped over his own legs in his haste to remove himself from harm’s way. Tucked next to his belly, the damaged arm smoked, the skin crackling beneath the weight of newly formed blisters. Jacob’s face twisted in agony, but he grinned. “Forty-five seconds in the direct sunlight. Let’s see who among you can best that.”