Pretty Painful - K.A Knight Page 0,11

keep myself from reaching out and licking it from my skin.

“It is just a cut,” he offers, misjudging my frozen look, ignorant to my inner struggle.

Groaning, I bring my hand to my face and lick a long line down my palm. The taste of him explodes in my mouth—night, fire, pleasure, and sin—until I’m licking my hands clean, wanting more, my teeth and body aching. Once the blood is gone, I look up and freeze at his arched eyebrow. Horror and disgust race through me, I can’t believe I just did that. Holy fuck. What the hell is wrong with me? I licked his blood from my skin for God’s sake!

He watches me, unblinking and silent, before dragging a finger down his cut on his chest and raising it between us, with the ruby drops racing down his finger. I watch in hunger, holding myself back, but with a cry I grab it and suck it into my mouth, groaning at the taste of him. He moans, his other hand holding my head as I suck and lick his finger clean.

I stop before flinging back, horrified with myself. I skate backwards on my ass and hands as he watches me, the blood slowly dripping down his chest, making my mouth ache again and need blossom inside me. Not just for his body, but for his very essence in his veins. He gets to his knees slowly and crawls to me. I freeze, lying on the floor, trying to force myself to stop. He hovers over me.

“Feed,” he orders, but I have no idea what he is on about.

He swipes his thumb over my lips and brings it between us showing me the blood on it before he sucks it clean. I lick my lips, catching the taste of him, my eyes drifting down to the blood still calling to me.

“Feed,” he growls again.

A dam breaks within me, the scent of him driving me wild until I grab his shoulders and flip us. I hover over his stomach, bending down and licking along the cut. Heat blossoms in my chest, mixing with the warmth from his blood as I swallow it. It spreads throughout my body, and I can feel it moving through my veins until I’m on fire, needing more, needing it all. My pussy pulses as desire smashes into me with such velocity that I cry out, rubbing against his stomach for friction. His hands come to my hips, holding hard but not stopping me as I grind against him, still lapping at the cut.

I lift my head when the blood stops and look at him, panting, no doubt with his blood smeared on my lips and chin, but he doesn’t seem bothered, in fact he looks hungry…for me. One of his hands leaves my hip and traces up until he presses his thumb into my parted lips. I suck it before letting him go. He feels around my teeth, tracing along the gums behind them before stopping to the right of my mouth. He presses down on a sensitive spot there that I didn’t even know I had, and I cry out around his hand, grinding harder against his stomach.

He does the same thing on the other side of my gums before pulling his fingers free. I watch in rapt fascination, not quite in control, as he digs his fingers into the cut on his chest, blood welling onto his fingers. Before I can protest, not that I would right now, he presses them back into my mouth—right over the gums where those sensitive spots were—and I feel something break free, dropping down and slicing open his fingers. Blood trails into my mouth and I swallow it. That fire increases, becoming an inferno burning so hot under my skin that it feels like it’s blistering from the inside out.

“Nightwalker,” he whispers.

Mishal

She’s a fucking nightwalker, a vampire, not human at all. She groans, her eyes wild and pained, the green increasing until they are glowing like lights from her face. My blood drips from her lips and chin, and onto my chest again. She looks fucking beautiful, especially when I pull my fingers back and she whimpers, her big fangs hanging over her bottom lip.

She whimpers again, her eyes scrunching, and I’m betting she is in pain right now. If she has never fed before, her other side will be drinking her from the inside out. I saw the same happen with my brother. If she doesn’t feed, it