Chapter 81 Chapter Eighty-One
Chapter Eighty-One
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Zeke
Her words were cut off, as I slammed my lips on hers, kissing her like I'd never done before.
This wasn't sensual. Nor was it out of my desire. No. This was more intense. I wanted to reassure myself that she was real. That she was alive.
And that she was with me.
I'd come so close to watching her die. A death orchestrated by my own predecessor. I supported her head with my hand and bent her a little, so her hair lay on my lap. She was out of breath by the time I let go of her lips, her blue jade eyes misty and full of need.
“There’d be no next time, Kitten,” I said in response to her earlier words. “I’ll never put you in such a position again. Ever.” My chest heaved, as I stared down at her pretty face.
No, too-beautiful was the word. She was so beautiful that it hurt to look at her.
“Zeke?” She whispered, running her hand through my hair.
“Yes, Love?” I replied hoarsely, trying to ignore my arousal.
I was aware that we were now alone in the room, the others having tiptoed out while we were kissing.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered again, this time with tears rolling down her cheeks.
My heart ached at the sight, and I wiped it off.
“I tried to kill you.” Her hand went up to my wound which thankfully had slowly begun healing.
“You were hypnotized.” I said softly, stroking her hair.
“That doesn't excuse what I did, my love.” She bit down on her lower lip subconsciously, as the last word left her mouth.
Her cheeks colored as she realized what she'd just called me.
My love.
Everywhere suddenly seemed brighter.
Smelt nicer.
My world was more colorful. And I almost forgot that we just went through a near death experience.
“I-” She turned her face and blushed harder.
An amused smile tugged at my lip. “Everything is sensual when you say it. Can I hear you say it again?” I asked, brushing my finger slightly against her lip.
She shivered, a gasp escaping her mouth.
The atmosphere changed, becoming more charged. More hot.
I admired her throat as she swallowed. How I wished to nick at it, and-
I shook my head, appalled at my thought.
No, I couldn't possibly be thinking of drinking her blood.
Her blood had scented so alluring the first time I'd unintentionally scratched her skin. The thought made my fangs itch, and my cock tightened in my pants.
“What?” She asked, and I frowned.
“What?” I repeated, forcing my eyes from her throat to her eyes.
“You asked me to repeat something, I don't know what-” Her blush deepened.
I couldn't resist laughing. I dipped my head low, exhaling close to her ears. She shuddered, her hands clutching my shirt.
“Let me hear you call me ‘My love,’ one more time, Kitten.” Then I bit her earlobe gently.
“Ouu,” she gasped, squirming against my body.
“Say it, Kitten.” I requested again, my hand straying to her breasts. I stroked her cleavage through her bra, and stifled a smile at her reaction.
“I-” she whimpered.
I lifted her dress up with ease, inching my face over her stomach, and licked on her navel.
“Mm,” she sucked in a breath.
Her smooth skin felt so heavenly beneath my touch. I took off her panties, inhaling the scent of her arousal and allowing myself to feast on the sight of her glistening pussy.
“Look at that,” I said in a gruff voice. “Look at that beautiful pussy of yours, Kitten. So ready for my touch.” Her breath hitched audibly.
“Zeke, someone could be listening to us,” She whispered.
I looked up at her desire colored face, and smiled at how adorable she looked.
“Well, that makes it more exciting, doesn't it?” I asked, running a tongue against her sensitized clit.
She gasped, and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
“Zeke, no.” She squirmed, and tried to get away.
“Not yet, Kitten.” I held her waist firmly and kept her in place. I bit on her fold, and she gasped loudly.
“Zeke, fuck.” She breathed.
“Not yet. I'd fuck you, don't worry. But say the words I want to hear.” My cock ached in my pants.
She wasn't the one being tortured. I was on the brink of losing control.
The kind of fuck I had in mind wasn't the one this situation demanded. I wanted to pin her against the white-colored walls behind us, and fuck her so hard, taking both of us across the edge and back.
No.
I wanted to do more than that.
I wanted to drink that sweet blood essence of hers. Mark her as mine.
‘Cause she was mine.
Mine to fuck.
Mine to protect.
Mine to adore.
“My love,” I heard Mirah whisper from above me.
My skin tingled. I looked up at her without a word.
“Lay down and let me take charge for today.” She bit down on her lower lip again, and I groaned.
Couldn't she see how fucking seductive she looked at that moment?
My smile blossomed. “Anything for you, Kitten.” I stood up fully clothed, and laid down close to her without breaking eye contact.
She licked her lips and climbed atop me, straddling my waist.
At the thought that the only thing separating us was my pants, my cock hardened further.
“How well would you take care of me?” I teased her with a smirk.
She pulled off her dress over her head, and flung it to the floor, leaving her beautifully caged breasts to my view. My hand stretched up to help her unclasp her bra, but she grabbed my hand.
“No,” she shook her head.
I obliged, and pulled my hand back.
She slowly unclasped her bra, threw it to the ground, before squeezing her breasts and moaning softly.
I cursed at the slow torture.
“To answer your question my love, I'd treat you so well and worship every inch of your hot body.”
“Fuck,” my eyes glazed over.
Yes. I wanted that.
I held her hips with both hands. “Show me how you want to do that, Kitten.” I said hoarsely.
She grinded against my cock with a wicked smile.
“With pleasure, my love.”