Warning: This prologue is rated M for mature. Seriously. But, enjoy. :)
Shivers course through me as a cold silver blade presses into the back of my neck, its tip piercing my pale skin and sending hot beads of blood running down to the cool sheet beneath my cheek. It's far different from the bite of the night breeze licking against the high arch of my hips in the air.
The man, he quivers, a low moan escaping his lips as the weight of his body presses my chest and face further into the mattress. Slowly, he takes that blade, and drags it along my spine, stopping between the two dimples just above my raised ass.
With his free hand, he slides his fingers down my hip, my waist, slips aside my breast, and down to claim my neck. He bends over from behind me and licks at the start of the sliced wound. I hiss at the touch of his warm tongue, the feeling of pain turning to pleasure. Running his tongue down my spine, he collects and laps, savoring every drop that has escaped my body; he relishes the sweet taste of forbidden blood, taking pleasure in knowing he's drinking from a royal bloodborne vampire.
Music blares in the dark room, with only the moon's light peeking in through the broken glass window. Ten floors up in the deteriorated building, I pick up the muted sounds of cars navigating the city streets below. A hideout for his business, but the perfect place for me to complete mine.
A breeze prickles my skin; each kiss of the cool air heightens my sensitivity. The music is dark and hypnotic, each wave rushes over me and bends me to the will of what my blood is screaming for me to take. Bass vibrates the decrepit city building room, and the vibration works its way up from the bed, to my knees, and then to my hips. I roll with the rhythm and lean into him, arching towards his tongue, feeling the pressure from his growing need. The smell of iron has me pulsating and pushing into him. How he can hold himself back this long is impressive for a nocturnal.
With his hand still wrapped firmly around my neck, he snaps me up against him. His grip tight as our bodies press together, my knees positioned outside his. He spreads me wide, granting him full access to the front of my body.
With one hand, he tilts my neck to the side, while with the other, he takes the knife and gently glides it up from my navel. He lazily drags it past my stomach, skimming it delicately over my breast and nipple. My breath catches as he toys with the pebbled tip. A moan builds as he smoothly pulls it up to my throat, the blade pressing into my jugular.
"More," he pleads breathlessly into my ear.
Pressure from the blade turns from careful to ravenous. My skin gives way and a small bead of blood releases.
His heart pounds beneath his chest, anticipation leaking from his pores. Teeth nibble at my ear, dragging and pulling. Uneven breaths whisper against my neck as he breathes in my scent.
"More," he begs again.
I love when they beg.
With sweet release, I whisper, "Then take it."
Blissful breaths escape him as he brings the blade up against my exposed throat and slices through it. My blood flows down my breasts, stomach, and thighs as he presses his lips against the open wound and drinks his fill. He throws the blade aside, the metal crashing against the wall across the room.
He grabs his cock and rubs his head along my ass and between my core, teasing me. The man taunts me with his length, rubbing as he drinks from my neck. His cock is drenched in my blood and the moisture that continues to build from tauntingly rubbing. Moans flood the room from the ecstasy that is blood.
He guides himself toward my entrance and slowly—ever so frustratingly slow—pushes his way in. We moan in unison, because fuck, does it feel good.
Hands still claiming and tightly wrapped around my neck, I tighten around him and rock on his length, his hard cock rubbing every inch inside of me. As if in response, his fangs pull more from my veins, and I feel the rush of the bitter edge. I move harder against him, arching my back into his chest to reach a new level of depth.
My heart pounds and pumps more blood into his eager mouth. Taste me. Have your fill. Feel the ecstasy that is me.
He releases my neck to focus on his throbbing wet cock that's sliding in and out of me. A sudden tightening, like flesh knitting itself back into place distracts me. Muscle reattaching, and skin sealing over. I'm healed completely from the sliced wound on my neck and back, just in time for me to focus on his next move.
Slowing his pace, the man glides his blood-coated hand to the back of my neck; he eases me down and flattens my chest against the bed sheets, my ass yet again high in the air exposed for him to do whatever he pleases; but, he pauses.
He's holding back! I need more. I need more.
I wiggle underneath to take control, but he grabs my wrists and holds them together against my lower back, restraining me. My body thrashes underneath him, giving me all but the edge that I need just when he joyously begins to move.
He slams into me, and I cry out, "Again!"
Another forceful plunge!
"Again!"
The obedient nocturnal begins slamming harder, quicker, deeper with each thrust, making me moan louder and louder as he crashes into me. I'm completely soaked as I surrender to his whim, letting go of everything. I'm lost in the moment—his relentless rhythm, the blaring music he's moving to, and the scent and feel of the blood covering us.
All of my senses are heightened, screaming, moaning, and needing.
This intoxicating rush has me on the edge of destruction. Everything disappears and it's only me, blood, and the orgasm that's building within me.
I need him, but not his cock anymore.
In an instant, I catch a quick breath and slip out from under him, moving too swiftly for him to react. Straddling his lap, I loom over him, pressing his back against the wall. The sudden shift in our positions draws a nervous laugh from him. He tries to push himself away, but the weight of my hips keeps him pinned—though by the look in his eyes, he isn't trying too hard to escape.
The bass of the music thrums in my ears, my vision blurry, and all I can see are his pulsating veins in his neck. Darkness and blood creep over my vision and take over all sense of control.
A faint smile spreads as I look down my nose at him. "My turn."
All sound within the room ceases to exist as I plunge my fangs into his neck.
I want it all.
Grabbing both of his wrists, I overpower him, and force his hands away from what my mouth demands. In surrender, he moans, swept away by the ecstasy of my sunken fangs. Poor guy doesn't understand what's happening. He's still clueless when I release his wrists and place his hands on my hips; he grabs tightly, eager to follow my command as if this is all I want.
Milliseconds next, I grab hold of his length and guide him inside me as I continue to suck more blood.
I slide up and down his cock, building the release as more blood empties his body and fills my own. I need everything, so I take it all.
The nocturnal starts to shake and struggle underneath me. My nails restrain him, digging into his flesh as he slowly becomes weak and limp beneath my grasp. Blood fills my mouth, my nostrils and every pore.
And as I give him his final release and suck out the last bit of life within him, I launch my head skyward moaning and cumming so hard my vision turns completely red and black. The sweet high of my orgasm and the rush of vampire blood… absolutely divine.
I am pure.
I am eternal.
Taking a deep breath, I look down at the still form beneath me. Grateful annoyance leaking from my tongue as I say, "Thanks. I needed that."
He lies there lifeless, devoid of the beauty of nocturnal life.
My blood is everywhere... but not a single drop from him was wasted.
I pull my hair into a bun, hop off, grab my things, light a match and throw it atop the corpse. I watch as the room sets ablaze and close the door behind me.
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