His mouth left my body and I opened my eyes to find his gaze fixated on me, a twinge of humor touching his features. “I’m simply biting my tongue before I lick your wounds,” he stated. “It heals them instead of just taking away the pain like a medicinal cream would.”
All of the marks on my body had healed completely, vanished from my skin without a trace. Had the memory not flourished in my mind so vividly, I would have sworn that yesterday was nothing more than a figment of my imagination. Not a mark, a scar, a bruise—nothing that would indicate that my flesh had been ripped open remained.
I mindlessly dragged my fingertips across the healed skin. It was as soft as a newborn’s, silky and fresh in comparison to the rest of my skin. How could that be?
My eyes locked on his in astonishment “H-How...?”
Julian smiled and offered a timid shrug. “It’s what I am,” he said. “I am immortal, and in return, so is my blood.”
I watched him as he bit his tongue, producing his fang and sinking it into the tender muscle. Ruby red droplets formed on its pink surface before he wiped them onto his thumb and gently spread it across another lash mark. I watched in awe as his blood evaporated into my skin, the mark slowly disappearing before my eyes, leaving nothing but my normal pinkish skin behind.
It was unbelievable. I certainly wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it for myself, with my own eyes. To wield such power was remarkable. This could be the cure to so many devastating wounds, diseases even. His blood could hold the cure to so many medical conditions. It could change the very way we mere mortals lived.
He shook his head, condemning my thoughts. “My blood would be the fountain of youth for any human who could get a hold of it,” his voice clear and stern. “It is part of the reason it is so important for my kind to stay hidden in this realm. Why the punishment for exposure is so harsh.”
With that, I understood. It all made perfect sense now. Why he was so closed off, why he didn’t keep any other company, why he was so lonely all the time. If people were to find him and discover what a mere drop of his blood could do, he would be enslaved, experimented on, and tortured far worse than anything he could possibly do to me. People would take advantage of him and use him to fulfill their own personal desires.
To live forever.
“Does it hurt?” I asked. The thought of him inflicting pain on himself just to heal me churned my stomach.
He simply shook his head. “No.” His eyes glinted with admiration as he gazed at me. “Now lie back so I can finish.” He gently pushed my chest, urging me to relax before his tongue caressed my body again.
My heart raced as courage grew within me, I wanted more than his mouth on my body. Images of him lifting me up by the hips and taking me from behind filled my imagination and my body trembled in response.
“Please stop picturing such things,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my stomach as he spoke sending rippling chills across my body. “You’re making it incredibly difficult to resist you.”
This was it. Now or never. Knowing that whether they took me away or Kiera succeeded in rescuing me, or worse, that she was found first and killed, leaving me hating him forever, our days were numbered. I wanted one pleasant memory of him, something I could grasp onto whenever I needed him if I couldn’t have him later.
With my strength and energy returning to me, I sat up, forcing him to move off of the top of me. His brows furrowed in confusion as I moved into position.
I got onto my knees, laid my head onto the mattress with my hands resting on either side, and swayed my back, displaying myself fully to him.
“I want you to take me, Julian.”
My heart hammered in my chest as I awaited his response. I wanted this more than anything else in the world in this moment. I wanted to feel him inside of me, filling me.
I gasped as his hands roughly grasped my hips, pressing his bulge against my quivering slit.
“If that is what you wish,” his deep voice rumbled.
I meekly nodded, trembling under his grasp. It was all I wanted.
The sound of his zipper being unfastened filled the silent air and my heart threatened to explode in anticipation. I glanced back to see him unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his glistening, sculpted muscles. I couldn’t help but suck on my lower lip, biting down to ease my tensions. He was too beautiful.
He slid a finger through my slit to find my aching bud, a growl resonating from deep within his chest as he discovered my slick juices had already formed, awaiting his penetration.
Replacing his finger with the head of his erection, he glided it through my dripping slit, lubricating his manhood before aligning it with my quivering opening, and an anxious shudder rippled through me at the warmth of his cock.
A gasping moan escaped my lips as he eased his hard cock into my aching pussy, stretching me until I molded around his steel rod. I had imagined he was well-endowed, but the girth of him put my imagination to shame.
My eyes rolled back, basking in the pleasure that washed over me as he slid his massive girth to the base.
His strong hands slid over my stomach and grasped my supple breasts before pulling me up off the bed. My back pressed to his chest as he slowly pumped his thick rod in and out of my heat. He tenderly wrapped an arm around my torso, holding me in place as his other hand grasped my throat, forcing my head to rest on his shoulder. His lips found my neck, kissing and nipping at my flesh as a deep, muffled growl rolled out from his chest.
I glimpsed his fangs growing. I rolled my head back on his shoulder, giving him better access to my throat. I wondered if it would hurt. A sharp pain spread across the nape of my neck, quickly fading into bliss.
As each beating of my heart pumped more blood into his mouth, I could feel myself pouring into him, and I knew it was powerful and dangerous and if he didn’t stop, I could die. Not right away, but eventually. But I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to pour every bit of myself into him. To be with him, always.
It was a strange sensation, the need to be devoured. Especially coupled with rhythmic pounding between my legs as he took me from behind. The pleasure he made me feel just made me want to surrender more to him. More than my body or my blood—every part.
His pace quickened as he pumped his massive cock into my sweet, slick pussy with growing speed.
“Oh, my god!” I moaned repeatedly at the sensation of his soft, warm cock gliding into me. In such an exhilarated state, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
My hands gripped at his thighs, my nails digging into his flesh and he ravished me, our heavy breaths in sync. It was pure bliss.
He retracted his fangs from my neck, leaving the spot where he fed from me feeling cold and empty without his mouth.
He flung me forward, forcing me back onto the mattress, holding my head down with the palm of his hand, and rammed his cock into my tight hole. I screamed in pleasure, relishing in every forceful thrust.
My body tensed as my excitement built up inside of me. Julian seemed to have taken notice, and relentlessly pounded his cock deep into my aching pussy over and over again until my eyes rolled back and I screeched in ecstasy. Wave after rippling wave of pleasure washed over me as my trembling wetness latched onto his thrusting rod.
“Yes!” he growled, seemingly pleased with my release and thrusting his growing cock faster into me. “Beg for it,” he demanded. “I want to hear you beg for my cum.”
Without hesitation I moaned. “Yes! Please, Julian, cum in me!” I pleaded, I wanted to feel his hot seed spill into my quivering hole. “Please cum in my pussy!”
With that, an animalistic growl ripped through him as he forcefully thrust his thick shaft deep inside me and released himself, filling me with his hot seed. His body trembled against mine, jolting as he slowly came down from his climax.
I lay there in the afterglow, his cock still pulsing as it remained buried in my quivering pussy. I drank in every sensation of this experience. It was so much more than
I had ever anticipated. And to experience it with him made everything even more exhilarating. I found myself growing aroused again just at the thought of having him take me the way he had, but my body was drained. I anxiously awaited the second round, dreaming of all the things we could do together.
He chuckled softly, lying beside me and scooping me into his arms so my head could rest on his chest.
“We have plenty of time, my dear. Be patient.”
I nestled closely into his side, relishing in our passionate moment. “We don’t have to wait too long, do we?” I asked with hooded eyes as sleep beckoned me.
A soft chuckle rattled his chest as he pressed his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss.
“No, love.” His whisper echoed through my mind as I drifted off into a blissful slumber.
Chapter 13
Upon waking, I found myself wrapped and confined in something solid. For a moment, panic pricked my mind. Had Julian trapped me in some torture contraption that held me in place while I slept? As my mind began to race, I felt the strum of a heartbeat against my cheek, the lulling, rhythmic sound calming my rustled nerves. His warmth still caressed my body, seeping into my muscles as I relaxed.
I was still in his embrace.
For the first time, he had stayed with me overnight, holding me as I slept. I felt content and safe for the first time since my arrival. Possibly for the first time since the night my parents died. How I longed to relish in this moment forever, in his strong arms, sleeping beside one another. As irrational as it seemed, the feeling was overwhelmingly comfortable. It felt right.
He stirred beneath me, his arms flexing against my bare body as he tugged me closer and I hugged the side of his body in response.
Julian’s finger found my chin, hooking the bottom and tilting my face to look up at him.
Cracking my eyelids open, I found his gaze locked onto me in admiration, a look I had only dreamed of waking up to. A soft smile graced my lips as my eyes slowly raked over his beautiful features.
“Good morning,” he whispered as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I thought I heard your mind reeling.” A teasing smile graced his perfect mouth.
My cheeks flushed. “Good morning,” I responded with a bashful smile. “Sorry if I woke you.” My voice was still groggy from the long, restful sleep.
With glistening eyes, shimmering in the dim light, he offered a sweet, tender smile. “There is no need to apologize.” He grazed my cheek with the pad of his thumb as he caressed my face. This had to be the most blissful feeling in the world, to feel compassion and adoration from another being so affectionate and gentle. Warmth burst though me like a hot summer’s day, encasing my soul in something I had never felt before.
But as I lay there and recalled all of our various conversations, the one about being possessive towards him clung to my mind, and I knew I couldn’t let his behavior touch me so much. I would never be able to call him mine in the way that I wanted to. I was a pet. A slave. I had to remember that.
His smile wavered as mine faded in thought. Forcefully, I cleared my mind and beckoned a smile, regardless of my growing feelings for him. I had to guard them as best I could.
“How would you like a tour of the grounds today?” he asked as he gently stroked my dark locks.
This piqued my interest. I had never been beyond the confining stone walls of my room and that of the torture chamber, as I liked to think of it. Curiosity of what else was in his home and how large it actually was had constantly been on my mind.
I pushed myself up and sat back on my knees as I faced him, excitement rattling my body.
“Really?” I asked in astonishment. “You really want to show me your home?”
He chuckled and nodded. “Yes. There is quite a bit to see, and I think you are ready. If you wish.”
“Yes!” I belted in excitement. Embarrassment flushed my cheeks and I forced myself to contain my enthusiasm. “That would be wonderful,” I said in a forced calm demeanor.
His gaze wandered over my bare body as if drinking in the sight. He placed a hand on my ribs, cupping my side, and gently brushed his thumb against my soft flesh, the tip lightly grazing across the edge of my supple breasts, causing my body the shudder in response.
“Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll head out together?” His voice was as soft as silk and made my insides burst with warmth. It was so strange to experience him this way, so calm and gentle. His mood had done a complete turnaround since I had first met him. It was refreshing, to say the least.
I nodded and quickly bounced off the bed, determined to find something he would approve of and venture out into his home. I bound towards the wardrobe and slid open one drawer after another, fumbling through the dainty pieces until I stumbled across one that caught my attention.
It was a plum silk nightie with sheer lace breast cups, a low scooped back that was held together with a single tie at breast level, and a matching silk G-string pinned to its strap. It was probably the most conservative piece he had for me, regardless of the transparency of the breasts.
I quickly stepped into the thong and slid it up my slender legs, followed by the dress itself. The neckline plunged down to my upper abdomen, held together just below my breasts by a single string stretching from one breast to the other. It hugged my supple curves perfectly. My nipples showing through the sheer lace didn’t seem to bother me as much as it once had. Not that there was anything he hadn’t seen anymore, but my nerves still trembled in angst.
The nightie hung high on my hips, hardly concealing my mound, and my backside hung out of the bottom. The back of the silk dress scooped low on my back, exposing the top of my cheeks and the G-string nestled between them.
I hesitantly walked over to Julian and turned so my back was to him.
“Could you tie it together, please?” I asked bashfully. Not that I needed his assistance to tie it together—it was similar to that of a bikini top—but I yearned to feel his hands on my body again, to feel the warmth of his touch against my skin.
“Of course,” he said, his voice low. He stood and positioned himself behind me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. His fingertips grazed my heated flesh as he grasped the thin tendrils in his hands, tying them together in a tight knot that seemed to perk up my breasts even more.
A gasp escaped me as his hands enclosed around my bare waist, pulling me back and pressing his body tightly against mine as he slid his hands between the scraps of silk fabric to caress my stomach.
My head lolled back, resting against his taut chest, soaking in the warmth of his touch on my skin. I found his hand trailing south, his fingers grazing the top of my mound sending ripples of pleasure through me. As much as I wanted to see his home, I was perfectly content with staying locked in here, alone with him for a few more hours.
Chills ravished my body as he placed a tender kiss at the nape of my neck. His breath invigorating my skin as he whispered, “Let’s go before I no longer have control over my impulses.”
Excitement and disappointment fought each other as my mind tore between the two options. I settled on holding off on any scandalous behavior, for now. I felt content in the fact that he wanted the same thing I did just as badly.
Grasping my hand in his, Julian led me out of the room I called home and into a long, dark hallway. Thick stone walls surrounded us, lined with dark marble flooring so shiny you could see your reflection. My heart skipped a beat at the mirror image of us walking, hand in hand down the hallway, his shirt gently fluttering against his body as we did.
Windows lined with thick, wine-colored curtains that pooled at the floor broke way to the seemingly endless wall of warm-toned stones. Peering out the window pane, I discovered it was still night. Stars glistened brightly among the brilliant glow of the half-crescent moon that hung in the crystal-clear sky. The luminescent glow cascaded across the trees and overgrown field below. Seeing the outside again after so long, it was hard not to get lost in
the tranquility of the outdoors. Even simply looking through the glass and seeing it on the other side had my heart racing. What I wouldn’t give to feel plush, green grass underfoot, or to have the musky smell of pine fill my senses. I’d never realized how much I would miss it until I no longer had access to it.
It dawned on me that we had stopped moving. Julian had let us stand beside the large windowpane, letting me drink in the sight on the other side. His eyes focused on my face as he watched me stargaze.
“We can go for a walk later, if you would like. The grounds are protected, so you would be safe.” His offer struck my heart and a beaming smile graced my lips.
“I would love that,” I said softly. “Thank you.”
He smiled in returned and gave me a gentle tug. “Come, let’s get you fed.”
As we strode down the winding hallway, we passed countless windows, exposing glimpses of the grounds on either side of us.
After passing a multitude of random doors and archways, we went through a large, lavish entertaining room with a high vaulted ceiling, dark wooden beams displaying its structure in contrast to the tan stonework which covered the room. Plush sofas cloaked in fur throws and dark green linen chairs with intricate stitch work encircled a stone fireplace that flickered to life as we walked in. A long cherry wood bar stretched out from one wall with iron bar stools cushioned in leather. Mirrors covered the majority of the wall behind it, only breaking for counter space and a multitude of liquors on illuminated glass shelving that was perched along its surface. Beautiful artwork hung on the walls in thick antique frames and live plants sat nestled in copper vases and planters around the room. It was so warm and welcoming, I wanted to plop onto the sofa and curl up by the crackling fire with a glass of red wine and just relax. But we kept moving forward.
Julian led me through a dark wooden archway leading into the lavish kitchen. Dark oak cupboards were topped with black granite countertops wrapping around the kitchen, including a bar top counter with stools that matched the ones in the entertainment room. All of the appliances matched in the same brushed stainless steel finish; even the double-wide black sink set into an island in the middle of the cooking area was adorned with a matching faucet. The chill from the marble flooring lessened on my bare feet as we stepped onto the hardwood.
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