Chapter 24

The craving for blood.

"How do you like it?"
"Please don’t stop!"
"Yes, baby. I won’t, don’t you worry," he growled, then went back to licking me; this time quicker. I gripped the bed tighter as heat shocked through me. His eyes never left mine, watching as my body writhed with pleasure. I tensed my hips when he slipped two fingers inside of me. My magic rocked through me like a windstorm and I was lost, panting heavily, unable to control the orgasm that was approaching.
"Nathaniel!" I cried out as the fierce heat consumed me; sparks of electricity danced beneath us. I came as he licked me harder, pushing my body to the limits. For a split second, I lost my breath, releasing all of my energy. The wind swept whatever was on the table, tossing our stuff around the room. My orgasm was so intense; the spasm of bliss shuttered through me. The pressure in my chest eased off, and I flopped down on the bed, breathing hard. He crawled on top of me, grinning.
“I've won," he said, his eyes glazed with warmth and honey.
"You weren't playing by the rules." I smiled, knowing that he was still ready to have me.
“I've been waiting for this moment since the night I saw you in that hotel," he said, kissing my neck again. He was hard, pressed against my core. The warmth blazed over my skin. His lips were on my neck sucking on that sensitive spot. He was breathing fast, growling when I touched him, taking his hardness into my hands. Lust blasted when he arched his head and I massaged his hard cock. The overhead lights exploded, but he didn't let me take control. He pulled me down and parted my legs. His fangs were elongated again; anticipation rippled through me.
“Don't worry, firecracker, no one will hear you here," he said, then slipped inside me slowly. My heart pounded in my chest as he moved against me.
"Nathaniel," I gasped and tipped my hips towards him.
He was filling me, rocking through me in a slow and steady pace. The mind-blowing sensations were fresh, and I closed my eyes enjoying him. He placed his hands under my hips and kissed me. My chest rose and fell as he picked up the pace. Magic knotted inside me again and thrummed through the space, encircling us both. He was rocking in and out fast. Sweat covered my entire body. The light flickered, and the last bulb exploded as I moaned. I was going to come again.
"Faster, harder," I pleaded.
He lowered himself to me and whispered into my ear, "I want to bite you, please let me taste your blood."
I opened my eyes as the pressure built up. His pupils were dilated, and the adrenaline shot through my veins as I stared at him.
"Julia, you taste so fucking good; I want to own you by tasting your blood," he said, seeing that I hesitated. "I won’t hurt you."
He rose above me, pushing himself inside me harder.
"Yes, oh yes," I growled as the climax shuttered through me, not caring about the world or the fact that I was about to be bitten by a vampire. He lifted me above him and turned so I was on all fours. His breath was shallow. The sharp pain down my arm came unexpectedly only for a second or two, but it soon transformed into glorifying pleasure. I came again while he was drinking from me; climaxed, screaming as the orgasm claimed me. He drank, and soon, I was dizzy and breathless, enjoying the numbness of my body. His hands kept moving around my hips, stomach, squeezing my breasts. My heartbeat slowed down, my body pulled away, but he held me tightly. My heart skipped a beat, then tripped up. The blackness blinded me, and I felt lightheaded. I drifted into the darkness, lost and strangled with weakness.
Then everything ended, and I closed my eyes.
Someone was touching my face, and I heard Nathaniel’s voice. "Julia, wake up. Please open your eyes."
I couldn't open my eyes; I couldn't feel my limbs—my head buzzed.
"Oh God."
The voice was far away. It was like an echo that floated back to the obscure darkness.
***
I blinked and opened my eyes in a dark warm room. I inhaled Nathaniel’s scent. I was shivering, and my body tightened. Coldness crawled under my skin; my heart was beating faster than it should. The smell of sweat and lemons coursed through the air. It took me a moment to gather my memories. I felt numb but at ease.
"Julia, darling, you must drink this."
Nathaniel appeared in front of me; I had a T-shirt on, but I felt cold. My chest burned but I drank thick liquid that tasted like flavoured metallic blood. Whatever it was, I refused to swallow it.
"Come on, firecracker, you’ll feel much better."
I shook my head, but his eyes burned so I swallowed, feeling like I was going to be sick straight away. Somehow, my body accepted the odd liquid and I relaxed. My heartbeat slowed down and I felt alive. Nathaniel was looking at me intensely, and then I remembered that he had bitten me and drunk my blood.
"What happened?" I choked, then wiped the sweat off of my head. Someone entered the room bringing candles. It was the housekeeper that I had seen yesterday. She had shown me to my room when Philip vanished. She nodded to Nathaniel and left, placing the candles by our bed. In the dim light my boyfriend looked pale, watching me like I had died and risen from the dead.
"Fuck, Julia, I lost control," he said, squeezing my hand.
"What are you talking about?"
"I drank your blood and I couldn't stop," he said, looking angry with himself.
“It's hardly your fault. I said yes." I watched him. My mind was buzzing as my energy spread through the room. My fingertips crackled with static. Just a moment ago, I was ready to throw up, but right then, I felt incredible.
"We should have never done it. I’ve never tasted anything like that in my entire life," he said, then paced around the room. "You tasted better than I imagined."
"What did you give me? I feel great."
"I gave you a little bit of my blood with a potion to give you strength." He still looked annoyed with himself.
“It's strange, but your bite didn't hurt."
"I couldn't stop. I forgot that I had you in my arms, you tasted like summer, honey and rain. I have never tasted blood so pure and so incredibly rich."
"But you did stop eventually. I think I must have passed out?"
"I drank way too much. When I pulled away you were out—half alive. Your pulse was barely there. I panicked."
"I'm alive, and it’s not like I said no."
“That's not the point," he said. "I shouldn't have bitten you. I thought that I was going to lose you."
I kissed him, feeling like I could run at least twenty miles. I didn't care that he nearly drained me. We’d had the most intense sexual experience of my life. He brought me to his chest, holding me still for several moments.
"I'm fine."
"Your grandmother was right. When I tasted your blood, I couldn't stop. I was hungry for more. I lost my mind."
“Don't worry about it. I feel great."
“I'll make love to you again, but I won’t bite. I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have done that," he said, looking directly into my eyes. "My sister told me off. She was worried about you."
"I hadn't seen her when I arrived with your father," I said, remembering the terrible night at the hotel.
"She was out. They didn't expect us until today," he continued. "Last night, I went to take care of the bill, then the alarm went off."
"I couldn't find you in the restaurant, and then I had to leave. They were pushing everyone outside," I explained, listening to his heartbeat.
"The waitress mentioned that she saw you going upstairs," he said. "I punched a security guy because he didn't want to let me upstairs. I went ballistic, so they threw me outside."
"They evacuated people pretty quickly. I couldn't find you, so I stood on the street."
"Yes, it was a terrible night. I was going out of my mind thinking that you went back upstairs. The hotel has no idea what happened. The fire came out of nowhere. When the firefighters arrived, it was already too late. At least two floors were burned completely and by four in the morning, they took full control of the fire."
“That's terrible." I sighed. "Our luggage is gone."
"Fuck the luggage, I thought I lost you," he growled, bringing me closer. "You can’t even imagine what I was going through that night. I was so relieved when my father called me."
My head was spinning but I felt safe cuddling into his chest. Looking outside the window, I asked, "How long did I sleep?"
"You passed out shortly after I drank your blood. You slept a whole day while I was going crazy."
"All day? Wow," I muttered. "Then you really must have knocked me out."
"I shouldn’t have asked at all."
I couldn't quite believe that I’d lost a whole Saturday and didn't even see Paris yet.
Nathaniel insisted on helping me into the shower, cursing under his breath. He didn't want to hear that I was fine. His blood was like a sweet nectar: it gave me strength and new power. Energy rocked through my system. He drank from me, feeding on my fear, savouring our love making, bringing the most intense orgasm that I’d ever experienced.
The shower was refreshing, and after that I went back to the room realising that I didn't have any clothes. My luggage was gone; it was probably burned. I came back with my towel wrapped around my body, but there was another vampire in our room.
"Julia, this is my sister Charlotte," Nathaniel said, pointing at the petite vampire who was sitting on the bed.
"Hello, Julia, it’s nice to finally meet you," she said. "I will let you dress. We can do introductions later on. I brought you some clothes."
She was blond with smooth pale skin and wide brown eyes. She looked young, maybe eighteen.
"Thank you," I said. “I'll be ready in a moment."
She stood in the door for a moment with closed eyes. "You were right; she does smell unbelievable," she added, then shut the door behind her.
I laughed and looked at the pile of clothes. There were jeans and T-shirts all in my size. I scratched my head looking at Nathaniel—only now noticing that he looked different.
"Oh, my God, you look so—"
"Amazing?"
I couldn't find the words, but I had to agree. Nathaniel was glowing; his skin shimmered and his eyes were like two deep orange flames. His hair seemed glossier. He was always handsome, but right now he looked like Adonis.
"Is it because of my blood?" I asked as he approached me.
"No other blood has ever made me feel so alive. I'm losing my mind with you standing here with no clothes on," he said, kissing my arm. A cold shiver danced over my spine. In a matter of seconds, the towel was on the floor and we were kissing again.