Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“You’re such a good little whore, aren’t you?” he asks me, his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling on it until I feel a kiss of pain.
“Yes, my lord,” I moan around his rigid length, staring up at him through my lashes.
“Dirty, filthy whore, isn’t that right?” he asks me, and I know I’m doing something right from the way his eyes are rolling back in his head.
“Yes,” I say, the word muffled with his cock in my mouth, “I’m your dirty little whore.”
“And what are you going to do for me, slut?” he taunts me.
I groan around his thick length and slide my hands to his balls, gently squeezing them until he lets out a deep groan.
“Anything you want, my lord.”
“What do you want, little whore?”
“Your cum.”
“Then beg me for it.”
He gives me a couple of slow, hard pumps, working his thick cock against my tongue.
“Please, my lord,” I whimper. “Please, let me taste your cum.”
This is so fucking wild. I’m so turned on that I’m tempted to start playing with myself, to give myself some relief, but right now I want it to be all about him. I want him to know that his truth didn’t scare me, that my feelings didn’t change, and that I’m still completely his, even if he’s a vampire.
He leans forward, his cock pushing deep into my throat, and I know that my only option is to suck him and swallow him completely.
“That’s it,” he says, his words turning into a groan. “Take it all.”
He thrusts into me a few more times and then he’s coming, hot and thick and salty, straight down my throat. I swallow him greedily, not letting a drop go to waste, and then when I’m done, I pull my face back and stare up at him.
He smirks at me, a look of total satisfaction on his face.
“I think you enjoyed that,” he muses, breathing hard. “More than you usually do.”
“Maybe a secret fantasy of mine has always been to suck Dracula’s dick,” I say, getting to my feet, feeling off-balance. I’m about to wipe my mouth and chin but Valtu quickly leans in, grabs my jaw and licks his cum off my face like I’m an ice cream cone.
My eyes go wide. This guy is full of surprises.
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he asks, his eyes heavy-lidded. After the night we’ve had, I think the best course of action is to head to bed.
“You must have done something right in your life,” I tell him.
The dazed smile on his face fades. I’ve said the wrong thing.
“What?” I ask.
He swallows hard, his expression grave. “You do realize what this all means, don’t you? I’m a vampire, Dahlia. I’m not a good person. I’m barely a human. I’m a predator.”
“I know what it means,” I begin. “And I have so many questions. I just don’t want to be overloaded with information right now.”
He nods slowly, seeming to buy that. “You’re different, you know that? Different than any human I’ve ever told.”
Oh shit. “Oh? What do they normally do when you tell them?”
“Well, they don’t suck my dick,” he says with a chuckle. “And they bombard me with questions, for sure. But they’re afraid. No matter what or how quickly they believe me, they’re all afraid. A few lose the fear over time, and with some we formed good relationships in the process, but almost everyone is afraid of me.”
“But I’m not afraid.”
“No, you’re not. And I can tell you’re not. I could smell if you were. There was only one other person I knew who…” he trails, looking confused for a moment, like he was trying to recall a memory but lost it.
“I’m not afraid because I know you. I don’t know how I do, but it’s true. All those things you said about how familiar I seem? It’s the same with you, except it’s not about how familiar you are rather…” I bite my lip, not wanting to go on.
“What?” he whispers, grabbing my hand, his eyes imploring. “What?”
“Rather I feel like I’ve loved you before,” I say, looking away, not wanting to make eye contact. I already feel too vulnerable as it is.
“That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me,” he says softly. “Hey, look at me.” He raises my chin so I look at him. “I mean that.” He leans in and kisses my forehead. “I’m glad you’re not afraid. I was so worried that when I one day told you, you would run. That was my fear. But you didn’t run, instead you’ve dug in your heels. It’s why I feel we are one and the same. I know what it’s like to feel you don’t belong in this time. In this world.”
He pauses, his lips moving to my mouth, leaving a ghost of a kiss. “I will make you feel like you belong with me.”