Page 86 of Endlessly Raphael
“There are no words to express it.” He cups my face. “My life has been long and intensely lonely, but you’re here now.”
“I am. I’m never leaving. You don’t have to be lonely anymore either.”
Rapha’s glowing eyes soften. “I want you to know what to expect.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll start by biting you.” His voice drops low as he speaks. “I’ll drain you completely.”
A shiver moves along my spine, and all I can do is nod.
“You will die, Haven. Your mortal body will succumb to the lack of blood, but I’ll replace it with mine.”
For some reason only a therapist can unpack, my dick immediately swells. “Damn. Your blood will be in my body?”
He nods, a sexy smile on his lips. “That’s how you turn. I will be your maker, our destinies forever united by our blood and our bond.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot.”
“You’re not afraid?”
I shake my head. “No. I want this. It’s literally the coolest thing I’ve ever heard of.”
“You are unique, Haven. I will never stop thanking fate for bringing us together. You’ve given me a new reason for my existence.” He lifts my arm and kisses my wrist. “You have no idea how honored I am that you want to join me.”
“My sweet man. I deserve this and so do you. We waited a long time and went through a lot of shit to get here. Now do what you have to do so we can start the rest of our lives.”
Raphael parts his lips, and I watch in awe as his fangs descend right before my eyes. Pretty soon I’ll have teeth that do that too. I wonder if I’ll look as smoking hot as Rapha does. I bite my lip, desperate to climb on him and fuck myself silly, but I manage to sit still as he leans forward to first kiss my lips, then my neck.
I gasp as his teeth sink into my flesh, the sharp sting of pain vibrating through me. Gripping his shoulders for stability, I close my eyes, focusing on the outcome instead of the pain. The other times he bit me were during sex and felt very different from this.
The more he drinks though, the more relaxed I become. He sucks forcefully, like he’s giving me a hickey, his hands rubbing my chest in front and supporting my back from behind. I can hear the blood leaving my body as my surroundings blur. The blood loss is taking hold.
I tangle my hand in his hair, whispering, “My vampire,” as Rapha drinks me in. My eyelids grow heavy, and it’s getting hard to hold myself up, so I relax and Rapha lays me down. My breath slows, along with my heartbeat. I never thought about what dying felt like, but it’s softer and gentler than I would have imagined. It’s easy.
Turns out I spoke too soon as pain shoots through my chest, making my stomach clench and tears form in my eyes. “Oh god.”
“Shh,” Rapha says. “I’m here. You’ll be okay.”
The cramping is severe, and nausea churns my stomach. My muscles tighten, and I struggle to hold on to coherent thought. “Rapha.”
He hovers over me, his face the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. He holds his bleeding wrist over my mouth, and as the first few drops of blood land on my tongue, something shifts inside.
I grip his wrist, latching on and taking long gulps. The more I drink, the better it feels. The pain subsides but the desperation doesn’t. It’s like I can’t get enough.
Rapha smiles over me, his eyes glowing and hazy as he watches me drink. “Take all you want, my darling. You can’t harm me.”
I keep drinking, awed by how my strength returns, greater than before. The first change is how clear everything is. I can see dust in the air, for fuck’s sake. A jumbled mixture of sounds hits my ears—people talking, music, moans, even wind. Holy fuck.
“Your senses are heightened now,” Rapha says, clearly knowing exactly what I’m experiencing. “I can hear your thoughts. Feel your emotions. We are so connected now, my darling Haven.”
I pop off his wrist, finally satisfied. My body tingles and feels fuzzy. “It’s like when your hand or foot falls asleep and starts to wake up again.” I pull my head back slightly. “Whoa. My voice is so deep.”
He nods. “I vaguely remember it all.”
I gaze around the room, more aware of my surroundings than I’ve ever been. Raphael’s scent, earthy and sweet, is a blanket over me. My cock twitches, heavy and hard. “It’s a lot.”
“It is.”