Hostage by Vampires

Hostage by Vampires Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I never wanted to see Gaven again. And yet here I was. Closeted with him in the stifling intimacy of this small motel room. My head was swimming with questions. I didn't know how to respond. Before I got a chance to pull myself together his lips brushed against mine. His movement was swift and smooth and came without warning. Unlike our first kiss this wasn't a lustful heated kiss. This was a soft, tender, passionate kiss. Gaven pulled away and looked into my eyes.

"I love you." He said.

"What? Gaven you have only known me a few weeks. It isn't possible for you to know if what you feel is love." I said shaking my head.

"Rachel," He said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I know what I'm feeling is love, I have been around long enough to tell the difference between love and lust. Don't get me wrong I lust for you, I want to make you mine. I want to hear you scream out in pleasure." I couldn't help but blush when he said that. "But I want you to love me in return first."

I couldn't find the words. My mouth was open but no sound would come out.

Gaven smiled. "I'm sorry, I took you off guard."

I was brought back to reality when my throat started to burn again. Didn't I Just feed a few hours ago?

"Yes, but your still new. You need to eat every few hours." Gaven sighed as he eased himself down on a pillow.

"Will my mind ever be safe from you?" I asked, a slight smile spreading across my lips.

"Sure, you just have to want me out." He said smiling. "I'm too tired to take you out tonight so you can just feed off me for tonight."

"What!" I gasped.

"It would be good practice for you." Gaven said, turning his head away from me, exposing his neck.

"Y-you want me to bite you?" I asked.

"Yup. This vein right here is safe when drinking from humans." He said as He ran a finger down a vein on his neck.

I sat there just staring at him. Gaven reached up and placed his hand behind my neck, pulling me towards him.

"Now just let your fangs pierce the skin then drink, don't rip or tear chunks out." He said in a carefree voice.

As my lips brushed against his skin I felt my fangs extend. I wanted to bite him, but not just for the need of blood. I wanted to taste him. I licked his neck before piercing it - the taste of his flesh sent shivers down my spine. My fangs pierced him, letting the blood flow into my mouth. Words can not explain the bliss I felt of having his blood in me. I heard him moan in pleasure.