Chapter Sixty-one

The smell of Izabella’s blood was intoxicating. Every fiber of his body came alive as he suckled on her lip. She squirmed under him, moaning, as he pressed his hips between her legs. He needed her. Desired her with every he was. Pushing aside her panties, his lips trailed over her neck suckling. Bram’s teeth were ready, all he needed was to get himself out of his shorts. As he pushed them away, she squirmed. “Don’t forget, we can’t go all the way.” She gasped as his teeth nibbled the tender flesh at her neck.

When his fingers entered her, she clung to her shoulders. “Bram…” His thumb found her bud, “Ngn.” She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, gasping. She wanted to call out, but she didn’t want to wake any of the children. Her hips started to gyrate under him, rocking with the motion he initiated. He growled, holding her neck with the other hand as his teeth pierced the tender flesh of her throat. As he entered her, she arched against him, breathing hard.

***

Izabella clung to him. She didn’t know whether to focus on the shooting pain in her neck or whatever was boiling between her legs, but it all started to melt together. When his hand found a nipple, he twisted it, and she cried out, it hurt almost as much as his bite, but also caused a chain reaction through her body. She spasmed quickly underneath him.

Pushing his boxers away, he let himself hover at her entrance. “Bram…” She was begging, but she wasn’t sure for what. For him to stop? No, that’s not what she really wanted. For him to ignore her earlier pleas and fill her completely with all of him? Her body wanted, no, needed something, but she didn’t know what it was. Pain started to radiate through her arm, and she felt him press his tip into her. She pushed at his chest, pleading in his ear, but he didn’t seem to hear her. It was too much. He needed to stop. Now.

She slapped at his back. “Bram.” Louder this time. Desperate. He froze above her. Her head was swimming. Izabella couldn’t even think. The pressure on her neck decreased. She could feel him licking her wounds and soon the pain that was there subsided. His fingers moved back into her, and she shuttered under him as he wiggled them inside her.

When his mouth found hers again, he had a coppery taste. He was gentler with her mouth and breast, and she sighed. The burning between her legs came to life as his fingers moved faster, his thumb caressing that little bud between her lips. He pet her more, his own hips moving against her leg. When her lower body felt like it was exploding into a million pieces, he groaned as she called out his name weakly. When her arms fell away, Bram moved from on top of her, leaving her feeling cold and alone as he disappeared. “Bram?” She asked, her eyes fluttering shut.

A moment later, she felt something warm around her mouth and down her neck. Was he washing her? She felt him crawl under the covers, pulling her body to his. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He tucked the blankets around her, caressing her hair and body. “Izabella? Please answer me.” His hands were becoming frantic on her face.

With the little energy she had, she opened her eyes, giving him a small smile. “I’m okay.” She could feel his erection against her belly. He hadn’t finished. Though she felt him sigh in relief.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let that happen.” He buried his face in her hair, holding her as close as he could. “Please. Please forgive me.” She could hear him whispering, begging her to forgive him, as she floated off into the darkness of sleep.
***

Bram looked at the clock. It was nearly two thirty in the morning. Less than an hour ago, he’d sunk into Izabella. Tasted the pure sweetness that was her life source. He didn’t understand the magic spell she had placed on him, but he’d almost destroyed it. She was laying in his arms now. For a while, he’d listened to her heartbeat, and dreaded the thought that it wasn’t beating its usual rhythm. Her breathing had been abnormal for a while too. It was to the point where he’d nearly opened his wrist to feed her his blood.

He was pretty sure she would hate him if he ever did that. It was forbidden. How could he, not a vampire and certainly not a human, recreate whatever abomination he was? He was watched and feared. Hunted. Who knew what his sperm would create, if anything at all. And he became a stark raving lunatic the moment he smelled her. When Izabella had slapped him, it hadn’t been hard, but he clearly cared enough that his body forced him back. He’d drunk way more than he should have. He couldn’t feed her his blood without turning her, but he had bit his own tongue an licked her wounds. They disappeared quickly, but he wondered if it were enough to help replenish her own.

At first, she had been the deathly paler of someone he’d drank from and killed. He’d seen the waxy look on too many different types of skins. But she had started to come back to him after. She had even spoken. Her color was slowly coming back and her body had warmed up from that frozen state of death. Bram, to say the least, was relieved he hadn’t gone on a moment longer. She never would have made it. What would he have done then? What would the kids in his home have done?

He was still holding her in his arms when her eyes fluttered open. The children were awake out in the living room. Bram hadn’t bothered on checking on them as he could hear that they were doing fine. Gabe and Jennifer were awake, and had done a cereal for the kids, and they were playing games or watching television currently.

“Hm.” Izabella moaned rubbing her face against his chest. He hadn’t bothered getting either of them dressed and the more she stretched and wiggled as she started to wake, the more he regretted it. “What time is it?” She blinked into the darkness of the room.

“It’s getting late. Sometime after eight o’clock.” Bram said, his fingers tangled in her hair. When she shot up to a sitting position, his hand caught, there and they struggled together for a moment before Bram sat up, laughing as he tried to release himself from the unruly locks. “Hold still, I don’t want to pull your hair out.” He was just relieved to see she was okay.

Izabella realized a moment later that she was still, indeed, naked. He heard her squeak as she pulled the covers up to her neck. This didn’t help her embarrassment as the blanket pulled away from Bram. She stared at his erection like it was a wild animal. Bram felt heat rush to his cheeks. “You okay?”

“Oh, I… um… what did we do last night?” Her verdant green eyes bounced to his, fully awake now.

Bram gave her a half smile. “You let me feed from you. We got a little, passionate, but didn’t go *too* far. As you asked.” His hand went out, caressing her cheek. “Do you not remember?”

“I remember there being some pain, and then I got scared about something, but I don’t remember what.” She nibbled her lip. “I remember feeling at peace as my body…” Her face went beet red, telling him exactly what she remembered, “But after that, there was this coldness. Like I was falling asleep in the snow. But I remember being happy about it.” She wouldn’t look at him.

He remembered that part too well also.