Vampire-napped

Vampire-Napped~~~ Chapter Twelve~~ Addicted

I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw back my head and howl out every emotion swirling within me.

The question remained whether or not it was to be encouragement or a plea for escape.

“Are you still hurting?” His hands stopped moving.

I broke away from the brutal kiss and moaned into the air, “YES.”

Lips feathered down the column of my throat and dipped to touch the low neckline of my outfit before returning to nibble at my ear. “I can make it all stop, make you feel pleasure not pain.” The voice promised. “Do you want that Rebecca? Do you want to rid yourself of such agony?”

What could I say? The torture was returning again, in absence of his touch. I wanted it gone. I didn’t care how. It was too much to take. “Stop it.” I begged. “Please just stop it!”

“Trust me… do I have your trust Rebecca?”

Why was he stalling so long? I sobbed and jerked against a wave of suffering that rolled through me. “Yes. Yes! Anything you want.”

And like magic he was touching me again, this time without any reserve.

Lips were everywhere, fingers were caressing places that had never been caressed. I had escaped the inferno and now I was held down by a tornado of touches. I couldn’t figure out which option was worse.

One hand brushed a sensitive spot and I cried out as sudden pleasure rode over me.

He growled and pushed down my body until his eyes were level with my stomach. Amber orbs glanced to meet my own blue ones then he gripped the short dress like thing and yanked it up past the stomach to expose more creamy flesh and matching underwear. His knuckles traced over the curve of my hip and I squirmed against the weird icey-hot sensation that bolted through me.

“Trust me, dragostea mea. Trust me and all will be well.”

I relaxed and in the space of a blink he ducked his dark head down bite down. Colors burst in front of my eyes and I jerked, head slamming back into the mattress hard. He was… biting… My thoughts couldn’t process it, all I knew was that he wasn’t drawing from me, something was entering me. Something… untamed… feral…not me.

He stopped and withdrew the slim fangs he’d embedded within me; licking away a clear liquid seeping out from tiny holes. The punctures closed over.

“Wh-what did you do--”

Hunger rose up like a tsunami and I gasped, unable to finish my sentence as I suddenly craved more then this fragile touching.

Amber eyes glinted up at me from where he still crouched.

“Trust me.”

And I did.

“Damien.” I moaned, arching up in a silent pleading. I don’t know where the name came from but it fit. So right.

I didn’t see him move but then he was on me, my legs somehow twined around him and my hands on bare muscular back. There was the sound of shredding clothes, a moment of overwhelming exposure but then he was there with his lips and tongue, taking away all my fears. Pain surged through my lower body and I tried to pull away  but he soothed it all away again. Hands rubbing and stroking and turning pain to pleasure. Just like he promised.

What was going on?

The cloak of shadow was still hovering within my mind even as parts faded away. Warnings were going off in my head. Alarms shrieking at me that I had done something irrevocable, and that I was on my way to doing more such things. I struggled to figure out why such thoughts were in my mind. Why I was protesting. Wasn’t this right? Wasn’t this supposed to happen?