Taken by The Hunger: A Blood Thirst Novel (Book 1) Paranormal Romance/ Erotica/ Urban Fantasy

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need your protection. Fear him… please there is nothing to fear. I don’t remember how, but I know I took care of him. He can only torment me in my dreams. A small price to pay for both our safety. Now I’ve come to realize, I don’t need you. I’ve learned how to survive. I’m not the fragile girl you fell in love with.”

 
    Chapter 8: Lick Away my Tears While I Carve out Your Heart
     
     
     
    “There is absolutely no reason for you to keep me trapped here.”
    “You think I don’t see right through you, foolish girl. You are afraid, Eva. No one is leaving here, at least not until I find him and kill him.”
    “You are wasting our lives, waiting… fearing a ghost!”
    He stiffens, his whole body goes hard, and I immediately regret my words.
    “He found you before! Waited patiently while we deluded ourselves thinking you were safe. I’ll make sure he doesn’t find you again. I get it… you want to hate me, but when are you going to face us? Don’t you see that no matter how much you try to deny us, I won’t let you… you can’t be rid of me. I’m under your skin, and I’m not leaving ever. Not now, not when you’re cured of this bloodlust, and definitely not while you still want me… here,” he said pointing to his heart. “Not ever Eva, and I will continue to enter your room when I know you’re distressed because if having my blood while you’re drinking your fill of me will keep you alive than it’s yours. Fuck Eva, I’m yours!”
    He put that image in my mind and it took everything I had not to go over to him. I was so thirsty for him. I wanted him. Through all this pain, I still wanted him. He needed to take me back… he did say he was taking me back... please he can’t keep me here.
    Thirty feet to my left there was a natural pool. I walked there and tested the temperature with the tips of my toes carefully dipping them in while I squatted with one leg. It was deliciously warm, it beckoned me.
    “It’s very deep, you can reach the center of the earth, deep,” he rumbled. I looked at him over my shoulder. His look was turning dangerous, he intended to have me very soon. I needed to get lost in something other than him. I took a step back remembering the pool, where I can lose myself tonight, I thought.
    I couldn't pull my eyes away from how erotic his body looked . His impressively, beautifully sculpted and oh so deliciously defined body. His perfect skin showcased broad shoulders and thick long muscular thighs. I felt the need to have him deep within myself… anchoring myself on those thighs, and too quickly I recalled how he looked straining over me… I wanted to give in so bad.
    He knew what he did to me because as my eyes traveled his body, he tightened his body leaning back on his elbows. He wanted me to come to him.
    So I looked him dead in the eyes when I said, “You’re wrong, you know. We can’t be together… I do hate you and I hate myself! For God’s sake, most of the time I don’t even recognize who I am, and I can’t stand to look at either one of us,” I said raising my voice.
    I turned and dived into the endless deep sapphire blue of the water hoping it would wash away my desire for him. Hoping I would be able to deceive him by running away without having to look at what I had wanted all along. What I was forcing myself to give up.
    I swam into the abyss- searching, learning this place he had discovered and noticed an opening in the rocks. Without thinking it through, I swam into the opening knowing that one day he would keep me here… an intuition of sorts giving rise to feeling- the need to find an exit to this place.
    This tunnel I’m passing through seems to be getting narrower making me panic as I quickly try to come up for air. I hit my head on more rock wall and begin seeing white spots behind my lids when I feel his hands grab me- pulling me deeper with him. Suddenly, I taste his bloodied wrist shoved in my mouth as I feel him swim against the

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