Page 53 of When Night Falls

This is so fucking wrong. I know this is wrong.

But I want her too fucking badly to give a fuck about what I should know is acceptable right now. Acceptable for what I need her for.

I get to the apex of her thighs, and I feel a falter in her breathing, her lips stop still against mine as I move the fabric of her panties aside and meet the heat of her arousal.

"Rivian," she whispers again, this time with so much fucking lust that it hurts to see her so needy.

I allow my finger to slip inside and brush against her slit, feeling just how badly she wants me.

"My sweet fucking Cyn, you're dripping." I grin devilishly at her, my voice a deep growl as I explore the evidence of what I do to her.

"Feed from me," she says, and I lean back down to drink from her once more. Knowing that this is the last hit I’ll take because otherwise, I won’t be able to stop.

As I work my teeth into her neck, I find that delicious spot that makes her squirm. Her clit sits heavenly between my fingers as I pinch it with the slightest amount of pressure.

"Oh god," she moans, and I chuckle darkly knowing that I am no god for her to be singing sweet prayers to.

I swirl my finger from her clit to where she drips for me and make soft and slow work of my movements, knowing that she needs me to be gentle with her.

"Rivian, I-" I remove my teeth from her neck and this time I enjoy watching the blood drip down her skin like red honey. I watch as her eyes close when I get back up to her clit with my middle finger and her breathing starts to pick up pace. She steadies her bottom lip between her teeth, her face flushed with so much need.

My dick is so fucking hard right now, that craving of blood replaced with my desire to see her come for me. To see her greedy for pleasure.

But before I can get her to that point,desperatelyneeding to get her there, she pulls my hand out from under her dress and covers her face as she pants frantically.

"What the hell was that?" She breathes out, not sounding irritated or upset but rather confused and intrigued instead.

I wipe my face clean of the mess her blood has made of me, annoyed that she pulled away because I was so close to fulfilling this merciless desire that swarms me.

Concern licks my curiosity. "Lucynda, I know you said you were a virgin, but have you never had an orgasm before?"

"No-I…" she trails off as she tries to catch her breath.

I close the space she had put between us, caressing her cheek with my palm, touching her scar.

"You've never touched yourself?" I ask her in a serious tone, not caring how uncomfortable it may be to her to talk about these things.

"Never," she admits, and it feels as if a bomb were just set off inside of me.

I can see the blush of her skin glow in the shadows lit by the torches. She reaches up to touch her neck and pulls her fingers in front of her and seeing red paint her skin, her eyes widen.

"Ever since my dad, I-" her voice goes hoarse, I can sense sadness lace her tone. Something she hasn't expressed much of since I've been around her. She's proven to be strong on her own and she's been brave in her standing, but being only human, she has no choice but to feel the wave of dejection that hits her.

"I'm so embarrassed, I'm sorry -"

There it is . . . the people pleaser in her. She hides it well, but I knew it was there. She can feign not giving a fuck about what others think of her all she wants, but she's been trying all this time to get anyone's approval that it burdens her to know someone might be disappointed in her. But I am not disappointed in her. I'm so fucking proud of her.

"Lucynda." Her name is like a prayer on my lips. Lips that just drank from her and corrupted the girl she once knew, never to be remembered again.

I pull her into my chest, wanting to ease away her worries regardless of our situation, and allow her this moment of comfort as she takes it all in.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. But I'm afraid we can't avoid that part of the marriage, Cyn. Consummation of marriage is an important part of the blood bind."

"The blood bind?" I can tell she's thrown off. I haven’t gotten to that part yet. I know she’ll need to know sooner or later.

She was just trying to help me the way I've helped her. But this doesn't change the facts of our situation.

Though I know I've been a complete asshole to her, this moment is something that I can't allow myself the selfishness of avoiding. We've already gone too far, and she needs this comfort.Besides, after she just gave herself to me in an act of requite, I owe this to her just the same.