Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Time to sleep now,” he said, taking away my towel and lying me down in his bed. He wrapped me up under the covers, like I was a dainty little girl.
Because I was to him.
I didn’t want him to leave me, so I reached for him as he moved away, but he was only circling the bed to reach the opposite side. He slid under the covers to join me and pulled me close, flesh against flesh, his arms snaking around to hold me tight. He was so strong.
Sleep consumed me so easily, and I felt secure to go along with it, safe in his arms.
“You’ve never been held like this, have you?” Hans asked me, breaking into my dream state with a whisper. “Not even by your mother.”
I felt the emotional pain in my ribs, remembering the many times I’d cried in the dark with nightmares, screaming for Mum’s arms, even when she’d cussed along with Grandma and said I was silly. She’d told me there were no such thing as monsters, and witches, and wizards. No demons, or ghosts, or vampires.
Just a silly little girl.
My dream voice spoke in a tiny echo, straight into Hans’ mind.
She knew, didn’t she?
He sighed before he answered me.
“Yes. She’s known your whole life. So has your ghastly grandmother.”
I caught a glimpse of the trapdoor again, under the water, and this time it was glowing red around the edges. Its heavy round handle was calling me. But no. Not tonight.
I spun in my tracks like an underwater ballerina and swam the other way.
“Good girl,” Hans said, full of pride. “Keep on swimming until it’s time.”
Time.
It faded in and out in a cycle, the trapdoor, the lake, the trapdoor, the lake.
Still, I didn’t approach that trapdoor, just kept looking at it from a distance whenever it appeared.
“Where is the lake I keep seeing?” I asked. “Is it in the subconscious, or does it really exist?”
“It’s symbolic,” he replied. “But it’s based on memory, yes.”
“Have I swam in it? For real?”
“No. But your family have.”
“Mum and Grandma?”
“No, but your family line did before them, for a long, long time.”
I wished I had the strength to ask more questions, but my body forbid me. Or maybe it was Hans that forbid me.
“Sleep now, little one, we need you to recover.”
I sank into his hold, drifting on a cloud of happiness. That’s how it felt. Aware that time was ticking. Aware of my blood pumping, rejuvenating. Aware that I was totally safe and secure.
I came to lazily, stretching, sighing at the beautiful long fingers stroking my tits. I had so many bite marks, each one of them looking deep and proud.
“There you are, back from dreamland,” my vampire said. “How are you feeling?”
My grin must have spoken for me, but I told him anyway. “Like a new woman.”
He smiled, his fangs gleaming.
“Perfect,” he said.
“Did I sleep for long?” It didn’t feel long at all.
“Twelve hours exactly,” Hans said.
“Twelve hours?! Wow. I usually struggle with six.”
“Yes, twelve hours of the deepest, purest sleep. Just what you needed,” he said, trailing his fingers down my stomach.
My thighs opened for him.
I felt his hardness against my hip as he moved his fingers down between my legs, and I felt the heat in my pussy.
Then I felt embarrassed when his fingers opened up my pussy lips and he repositioned himself for a view, as though I was being examined.
“Healing nicely,” he said, and then pressed his mouth to my clit.
I squirmed, expecting this to be the hot prelude to another round of slamming, and I wanted it, no matter how much it hurt. But no. He cut me off in a heartbeat.
“No cock for you today. You’re still healing. Don’t worry though, sweetheart. Let me pleasure you with my mouth instead.”
He didn’t waste a moment, working me like a master.
I sank into it, shudders running through me when the points of his fangs touched my tender flesh.
I shuddered afresh as his tongue lapped at my clit.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
I wrapped my legs around his neck, rubbed my pussy in his beautiful face, moaned for him. Moaned and whimpered at the press of his tongue.
“Come for me, Katherine.”
I came for him, wave upon wave of gentle orgasm washing all over his face. And fuck, FUCK. It was incredible.
I floated down from the high, panting like I’d run a mile, and smiled at the grinning vampire between my legs.
“That was… perfect,” I said. “Just perfect.”
“As are you,” He pulled himself up to lie by my side. “Your recovery was swift, a I suspected it might be. Such strength of spirit.”
Again I felt pride. I was glowing with it.
With him.
He stroked hair from my brow. “What would you like to do next? So many wonders to explore. So many questions to ask, and things to see.”