tight leather cuffs fastening her wrists. Dorian went to her and silently released her.
He took her in his arms and carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. She gazed at him in adoration. Surely she thought he was her savior, her hero. He was neither of those things. He was the devil himself, a creature whose nature she couldn’t begin to comprehend. He was hungry for her body and her blood.
She watched him raise her arms above her head. There, he tethered her wrists to the bed posts. And she gave herself over to him completely. He saw it in her manner, her eyes and the moan that escaped her slightly parted lips. He felt a surge of power unlike any he’d ever experienced. She was his to do with what-ever he chose.
Roughly, he spread her legs apart. His erection was huge and throbbing as it touched the soft fleece covering her sex. He bent her knees so she was wide open to him. Supporting himself on his arms he entered her. He heard her gasp with pleasure. He moved slowly in and out of her warm, wet heat. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. The sound of it mingled with the the unbearable need for her blood was intoxicating.
He lost himself in her flesh, moving faster and harder as her hips gyrated under his loins. Just as she reached orgasm, he climaxed as well and swiftly moved his lips to her throat where the vein in her neck pulsed up and down. He opened his mouth and bit down, his fangs going deep into the vein. The gash in her throat poured the warm streaming blood into his mouth.
The drink brought him even more pleasure than her flesh! He never wanted the moment to end.
He had a fleeting thought of his sister who was a lady through and through. What would she think of her brother now?
Dorian abruptly stopped feeding on her. He would not, could not take her life. He left her barely conscious but very much alive.
Malachi came into the room then. “Why haven’t you finished the deed, Dorian? She cannot survive! She’s seen us both.”
“I can’t take her life, Malachi. I won’t ! Let her go. I’ve had my fill and so have you.”
“No. If you can’t kill her, then I will.”
“We don’t need to, Malachi. We can blindfold her and take her from this place. No-one need know! You can erase her wounds with a simple wave of your hand.”
“I don’t wish to let her go. If you will not make use of her, I shall not waste this opportunity. Now leave the room and let me finish what you will not.” Malachi’s eyes blazed both in anger at Dorian and lust for the girl’s blood. He killed her.
Dorian understood now why Malachi had chosen the name “The Dark Island,” to describe this place.
This beautiful home set high upon a hill where the ocean lapped at the shores and there was nothing but forest and sand and water to be seen was where he satisfied his darkest desires.
Malachi discreetly removed the girl from the dungeon. Dorian knew he’d discard her body in the Everglades, just as he had all the others.
What about the wolves? Dorian thought. Couldn’t he live off the blood of animals? After all he was made strong by their blood as well. He was forced to look deep within himself, toward a truth he’d just as soon not admit. The blood of animals didn’t quell his hunger like the girl’s had.
Malachi came back and sat across from Dorian, no longer angry. He spoke calmly. “You can live off the blood of animals for a while. However, it is in your nature to drink the blood of humans. No matter how hard you try to fight it, in the end the hunger will overcome you and you’ll need to drink the blood of a mortal.”
“How often?” Dorian whispered. He was still reeling from the pain and pleasure, the peace and torment of what he’d just done. While he hadn’t administered the killing bite, he felt responsible for the girl’s death. After all, she was meant to be his first kill, that’s why she was there.
Malachi shrugged. “It depends.”
“On what?”
“On the age and
He took her in his arms and carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. She gazed at him in adoration. Surely she thought he was her savior, her hero. He was neither of those things. He was the devil himself, a creature whose nature she couldn’t begin to comprehend. He was hungry for her body and her blood.
She watched him raise her arms above her head. There, he tethered her wrists to the bed posts. And she gave herself over to him completely. He saw it in her manner, her eyes and the moan that escaped her slightly parted lips. He felt a surge of power unlike any he’d ever experienced. She was his to do with what-ever he chose.
Roughly, he spread her legs apart. His erection was huge and throbbing as it touched the soft fleece covering her sex. He bent her knees so she was wide open to him. Supporting himself on his arms he entered her. He heard her gasp with pleasure. He moved slowly in and out of her warm, wet heat. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. The sound of it mingled with the the unbearable need for her blood was intoxicating.
He lost himself in her flesh, moving faster and harder as her hips gyrated under his loins. Just as she reached orgasm, he climaxed as well and swiftly moved his lips to her throat where the vein in her neck pulsed up and down. He opened his mouth and bit down, his fangs going deep into the vein. The gash in her throat poured the warm streaming blood into his mouth.
The drink brought him even more pleasure than her flesh! He never wanted the moment to end.
He had a fleeting thought of his sister who was a lady through and through. What would she think of her brother now?
Dorian abruptly stopped feeding on her. He would not, could not take her life. He left her barely conscious but very much alive.
Malachi came into the room then. “Why haven’t you finished the deed, Dorian? She cannot survive! She’s seen us both.”
“I can’t take her life, Malachi. I won’t ! Let her go. I’ve had my fill and so have you.”
“No. If you can’t kill her, then I will.”
“We don’t need to, Malachi. We can blindfold her and take her from this place. No-one need know! You can erase her wounds with a simple wave of your hand.”
“I don’t wish to let her go. If you will not make use of her, I shall not waste this opportunity. Now leave the room and let me finish what you will not.” Malachi’s eyes blazed both in anger at Dorian and lust for the girl’s blood. He killed her.
Dorian understood now why Malachi had chosen the name “The Dark Island,” to describe this place.
This beautiful home set high upon a hill where the ocean lapped at the shores and there was nothing but forest and sand and water to be seen was where he satisfied his darkest desires.
Malachi discreetly removed the girl from the dungeon. Dorian knew he’d discard her body in the Everglades, just as he had all the others.
What about the wolves? Dorian thought. Couldn’t he live off the blood of animals? After all he was made strong by their blood as well. He was forced to look deep within himself, toward a truth he’d just as soon not admit. The blood of animals didn’t quell his hunger like the girl’s had.
Malachi came back and sat across from Dorian, no longer angry. He spoke calmly. “You can live off the blood of animals for a while. However, it is in your nature to drink the blood of humans. No matter how hard you try to fight it, in the end the hunger will overcome you and you’ll need to drink the blood of a mortal.”
“How often?” Dorian whispered. He was still reeling from the pain and pleasure, the peace and torment of what he’d just done. While he hadn’t administered the killing bite, he felt responsible for the girl’s death. After all, she was meant to be his first kill, that’s why she was there.
Malachi shrugged. “It depends.”
“On what?”
“On the age and
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