ghost, wouldn’t she be as she appeared when she had died? Even in death she hadn’t looked so poorly. Not like in my dream, with dark circles under her eyes as though she was physically ill.
My head continued to shake as I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist. The moment I made it to the bed and laid down, I found myself turning to face where she’d been. If she was a ghost, would she come back? Was it crazy that I wanted to talk out loud in hopes that she could hear me? Fuck, I was seriously in need of some help. I missed her so much that I was grasping at straws. A ghost. It was almost laughable. I’d known many vampires who had died and not one person ever mentioned them coming back from the dead to haunt anyone.
I yawned, feeling my fangs extend as I began to close my mouth. Although I’d fed plenty in the last few days, it didn’t compare to what I’d tasted within my Tessa. Her flavor was incomparable to the weak human blood I took in now. I yearned to taste her once again. Just the thought had my cock getting hard.
A groan came from my mouth as I stripped the towel from my waist and pulled back the blankets, climbing under. The need for release was getting harder to ignore, but it was pointless. I didn’t want to do anything to appease the torture. I wanted her . Not some fantasy. Besides, I wasn’t to the point of thinking about what we had shared. It hurt too much to go there. I was barely surviving as it was. My duties and the hunt for the human who killed her were all that was keeping me going. To even think about how she tasted or how her pussy gripped so perfectly around my cock killed me.
My eyes closed and I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable.
“I never got to show you how much I loved you, ma minette. There were so many things I wanted to see you do.” I reached over, grabbing what would have been her pillow and holding to it as I stared at the wall in a daze. All I saw was her. The expression she held when she chose me. I’d always remember that smile. The want she had of me.
“See me do? Like what?”
My heart felt as though it dropped through the bed and I could see my fingers turn white as I stared at them.
“I’m going fucking crazy.”
“Perhaps,” she said, slowly. “But let’s tease the idea that I’m in my room and you are in yours and we’re just having a regular conversation.”
I flew from the bed, racing to the closet. My suits hung in a row, but I didn’t grab one. I reached to the top, pulling a pair of silk pajama pants down and an undershirt, practically tearing them on. “Are you there, ma minette?” I didn’t care for her answer. I had to see for myself, even if I did know it was impossible.
“I miss you,” she said, quietly. “There’s never a moment when you’re not on my mind.”
The door swung, hitting the wall hard as I raced through the darkness. “Keep talking, ma minette. Keep talking. Don’t stop now.”
“I really shouldn’t,” she practically whispered.
“Shouldn’t?” I broke into the heart of the city, making the next right. It didn’t take me long to make it to her door. I jerked to a stop, reaching for the knob. My hand paused just before it touched and I wasn’t sure if I could do it. If she wasn’t there…. No, I knew she wouldn’t be.
The metal was cold to the touch and I turned, pushing the barrier open. The room was darker than the tunnel, but I could still see inside.
“If you’re a ghost, let me see you. Come to me so I know I’m not losing my mind.”
Silence met me as I stepped in, shutting the door behind me. Light filled the room at the flip of my finger and I felt my heart break all over again. The bed resting in the far back and the chairs and sofa were also empty. Minutes went by as I continued to scan the room. Hoping. Wishing.
Fuck. I could still smell her. The scent had my eyes burning with tears all over again.
My knees gave out and I collapsed to the cement. As if hell, itself,
My head continued to shake as I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist. The moment I made it to the bed and laid down, I found myself turning to face where she’d been. If she was a ghost, would she come back? Was it crazy that I wanted to talk out loud in hopes that she could hear me? Fuck, I was seriously in need of some help. I missed her so much that I was grasping at straws. A ghost. It was almost laughable. I’d known many vampires who had died and not one person ever mentioned them coming back from the dead to haunt anyone.
I yawned, feeling my fangs extend as I began to close my mouth. Although I’d fed plenty in the last few days, it didn’t compare to what I’d tasted within my Tessa. Her flavor was incomparable to the weak human blood I took in now. I yearned to taste her once again. Just the thought had my cock getting hard.
A groan came from my mouth as I stripped the towel from my waist and pulled back the blankets, climbing under. The need for release was getting harder to ignore, but it was pointless. I didn’t want to do anything to appease the torture. I wanted her . Not some fantasy. Besides, I wasn’t to the point of thinking about what we had shared. It hurt too much to go there. I was barely surviving as it was. My duties and the hunt for the human who killed her were all that was keeping me going. To even think about how she tasted or how her pussy gripped so perfectly around my cock killed me.
My eyes closed and I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable.
“I never got to show you how much I loved you, ma minette. There were so many things I wanted to see you do.” I reached over, grabbing what would have been her pillow and holding to it as I stared at the wall in a daze. All I saw was her. The expression she held when she chose me. I’d always remember that smile. The want she had of me.
“See me do? Like what?”
My heart felt as though it dropped through the bed and I could see my fingers turn white as I stared at them.
“I’m going fucking crazy.”
“Perhaps,” she said, slowly. “But let’s tease the idea that I’m in my room and you are in yours and we’re just having a regular conversation.”
I flew from the bed, racing to the closet. My suits hung in a row, but I didn’t grab one. I reached to the top, pulling a pair of silk pajama pants down and an undershirt, practically tearing them on. “Are you there, ma minette?” I didn’t care for her answer. I had to see for myself, even if I did know it was impossible.
“I miss you,” she said, quietly. “There’s never a moment when you’re not on my mind.”
The door swung, hitting the wall hard as I raced through the darkness. “Keep talking, ma minette. Keep talking. Don’t stop now.”
“I really shouldn’t,” she practically whispered.
“Shouldn’t?” I broke into the heart of the city, making the next right. It didn’t take me long to make it to her door. I jerked to a stop, reaching for the knob. My hand paused just before it touched and I wasn’t sure if I could do it. If she wasn’t there…. No, I knew she wouldn’t be.
The metal was cold to the touch and I turned, pushing the barrier open. The room was darker than the tunnel, but I could still see inside.
“If you’re a ghost, let me see you. Come to me so I know I’m not losing my mind.”
Silence met me as I stepped in, shutting the door behind me. Light filled the room at the flip of my finger and I felt my heart break all over again. The bed resting in the far back and the chairs and sofa were also empty. Minutes went by as I continued to scan the room. Hoping. Wishing.
Fuck. I could still smell her. The scent had my eyes burning with tears all over again.
My knees gave out and I collapsed to the cement. As if hell, itself,
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