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you.” He bent to kiss her again, keeping it light. “Let me compel you so you don’t feel the first bite of my lips on yours.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I want to feel it, Hanzi. Every second of it. From pain until you’re done. No compulsion between us. Not ever. Do it.” She raised her eyebrows in a challenge. “Immediately.”
And so he did. Faster was better for the first bite. Without altering her mind there was no way to make it painless. She cried out and he cursed himself for the monster he continued to be. The first taste of her coppery blood filled his mouth, and the beast within him stilled. For the first time since he’d awakened in the ground, he felt no anger, no monster to push away.
All that existed was Adrienne. She hugged him close, and his cock pressed to life still inside her. Feeding during sex was new, too. Blood had never meant sex before.
“Hanzi.” She closed her eyes and lifted her hips as she had done earlier. “More please. More.”
He slowly pressed to fill her again and pulled out, keeping his lips where they were. His sucks would slow. He would not take too much or abuse the gift she was giving him.
It didn’t take long, as if the extra pleasure was simply an additional moment to further bind what had happened earlier between them. Adrienne shattered again, crying out his name in the sweetest plea.
As his cock emptied, for the third time and still as strongly as the first, he let go of her neck. With a swipe of his tongue, he closed her wound and at last fell on top of her, a man with no energy left to think.
Seconds—or maybe hours?—passed before he had the strength to roll over, pulling her on top of him. His cock was no longer ready to explode. She mumbled something as he tugged her closer and let his lids fall shut. How long since he had last rested?
Two thousand or so years?
****
T he pounding on the door jarred him awake. Sunset had come and gone, and he hadn’t noticed. On top of him, Adrienne did not stir. The rise and fall of her breathing told him she slept deeply.
“Hanzi, please.” Jerome’s voice at the door. “There’s been a death.”
He wrapped his arms around Adrienne tightly. He should have known the sunshine, which was their night, would never last. Death always came knocking.
Chapter Five
A drienne slept deeply, and, although she hadn’t seen Feri again, she dreamed as she had earlier. Maybe Feri’s magic wasn’t finished yet. Adrienne didn’t know, and she didn’t care. All she knew was she warm, she was sated, and she apparently had more to learn about Hanzi.
In her new dream, she wasn’t Ema, which was a good thing because the person whose body she inhabited was staring at Ema’s corpse. She stood in a hallway looking at the woman, who would have been lovely had she still lived. Instead, her eyes started open, unseeing, at the ceiling of the small hut where Adrienne found herself.
Ema had fallen next to a small, gray bed, which looked more a cot than any bed Adrienne had ever slept in. She supposed she should have been shocked. If she’d stumbled across a dead body in real life, Adrienne would probably have screamed bloody murder. But, given how all of the slaughter had happened two thousand years ago, she couldn’t help but feel the distance time was playing with her feelings.
Adrienne squatted, glad to see she had control over her own body. Looking away from Ema and down at herself, she noticed her own arms were still tattooed. Was it possible? Had she managed to stay herself during the dream journey?
A door swung open, and a young man rushed into the room.
“No,” he cried out, nearly doubling over, before righting himself. “Every house. Every damn house.”
She stared at the stranger for a moment. He gave the impression of being familiar, but she couldn’t quite place how. The young man paced between the door and Ema for a few moments before kneeling in front of her dead body.
He raised his eyes to look
“No.” She shook her head. “I want to feel it, Hanzi. Every second of it. From pain until you’re done. No compulsion between us. Not ever. Do it.” She raised her eyebrows in a challenge. “Immediately.”
And so he did. Faster was better for the first bite. Without altering her mind there was no way to make it painless. She cried out and he cursed himself for the monster he continued to be. The first taste of her coppery blood filled his mouth, and the beast within him stilled. For the first time since he’d awakened in the ground, he felt no anger, no monster to push away.
All that existed was Adrienne. She hugged him close, and his cock pressed to life still inside her. Feeding during sex was new, too. Blood had never meant sex before.
“Hanzi.” She closed her eyes and lifted her hips as she had done earlier. “More please. More.”
He slowly pressed to fill her again and pulled out, keeping his lips where they were. His sucks would slow. He would not take too much or abuse the gift she was giving him.
It didn’t take long, as if the extra pleasure was simply an additional moment to further bind what had happened earlier between them. Adrienne shattered again, crying out his name in the sweetest plea.
As his cock emptied, for the third time and still as strongly as the first, he let go of her neck. With a swipe of his tongue, he closed her wound and at last fell on top of her, a man with no energy left to think.
Seconds—or maybe hours?—passed before he had the strength to roll over, pulling her on top of him. His cock was no longer ready to explode. She mumbled something as he tugged her closer and let his lids fall shut. How long since he had last rested?
Two thousand or so years?
****
T he pounding on the door jarred him awake. Sunset had come and gone, and he hadn’t noticed. On top of him, Adrienne did not stir. The rise and fall of her breathing told him she slept deeply.
“Hanzi, please.” Jerome’s voice at the door. “There’s been a death.”
He wrapped his arms around Adrienne tightly. He should have known the sunshine, which was their night, would never last. Death always came knocking.
Chapter Five
A drienne slept deeply, and, although she hadn’t seen Feri again, she dreamed as she had earlier. Maybe Feri’s magic wasn’t finished yet. Adrienne didn’t know, and she didn’t care. All she knew was she warm, she was sated, and she apparently had more to learn about Hanzi.
In her new dream, she wasn’t Ema, which was a good thing because the person whose body she inhabited was staring at Ema’s corpse. She stood in a hallway looking at the woman, who would have been lovely had she still lived. Instead, her eyes started open, unseeing, at the ceiling of the small hut where Adrienne found herself.
Ema had fallen next to a small, gray bed, which looked more a cot than any bed Adrienne had ever slept in. She supposed she should have been shocked. If she’d stumbled across a dead body in real life, Adrienne would probably have screamed bloody murder. But, given how all of the slaughter had happened two thousand years ago, she couldn’t help but feel the distance time was playing with her feelings.
Adrienne squatted, glad to see she had control over her own body. Looking away from Ema and down at herself, she noticed her own arms were still tattooed. Was it possible? Had she managed to stay herself during the dream journey?
A door swung open, and a young man rushed into the room.
“No,” he cried out, nearly doubling over, before righting himself. “Every house. Every damn house.”
She stared at the stranger for a moment. He gave the impression of being familiar, but she couldn’t quite place how. The young man paced between the door and Ema for a few moments before kneeling in front of her dead body.
He raised his eyes to look
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