Hell Bound

CHAPTER 6

She felt the pain first. 

It was sharp and excruciating to the point that she felt like someone was sticking a sharp needle into her throat. Then it subsided. But not entirely. Once her mind got past the pain, what she felt surprised her. It wasn't pleasure. Her mind was not in a state to feel pleasure but something else entirely. So much so that she felt herself giving into him willingly. 

Her head rolled back and rested upon his shoulder as his grip on her waist tightened and pulled her closer to his body. Her lips parted in a sigh and he gentled his assault but didn't relent. 

Her blood was like magic and power on his tongue. It was sweeter than honey but bitter in a sense that made him want to stop drinking but compelled him to drink deep all at the same time. 

Blood was sustenance to him. As was fear. Yet he felt content just tasting her blood than feeding off of her fear. It felt more... fulfilling. 

When he finally lifted his head, she was feeling drowsy. At the feel of his tongue on her neck, closing off her wound, and licking off the last remaining blood, she felt a new sensation taking over her mind and body. Softly, she let out a moan to which he answered with a growl of his own. 

She opened her eyes, only now realizing that she had had them closed in the first place. Her vision started to blur around the edges and she suddenly felt very weak. Without realizing, she leaned against him more, and he supported her frame against him, then whirled her around so that her front was now pressed against his lean frame. She leaned her head against his shoulder and let out a sigh, succumbing to the exhaustion. That is, until she felt a wet sensation running along the length of her lips. 

She blinked her eyes open. Then licked her lips, curiously. The taste that exploded on her tongue was strong and tasted of iron. Her gaze widened, and she looked up at him. He was studying her face, his gaze unreadable. Then he lifted his hand and before she could protest, his thumb was pressing against her lips and she could feel the wetness there. She started to protest but realized too late that it only encouraged his actions as he put his thumb between her lips, and she soon found herself drinking from him, sucking off the blood from his thumb as she fed. 

She was so engrossed in feeding that she startled to mewl in protest when he started to pull away. At his amused chuckle, she snapped out of her daze, and took a step away from him. He loosened his hold on her waist and she stumbled back a step, her eyes widening with horror at what she had done. 

"I-I," She stammered, looking up at him, searching his gaze frantically. His eyes only held cold amusement, as he looked down at her and said, "You let me feed from you, and I let you feed from me in return. It is only natural for mates to feed each other, my dear," He shrugged. 

"But-"she started to protest but stopped at his cold look. "You were getting exhausted. I cannot have you faint on me. Not now that you have agreed to make a deal with me," And just like that her earlier irritation came back. 

"And I already told you I didn't want to!" She said, giving him a distasteful look. 

"That wasn't what you said earlier, dolcezza," He said and started to walk towards her, with his hands now clasped behind his back. He stopped in front of her and looked down at her. He tilted his head. "Or am I to assume that you running away right after was your way of saying no? Which wasn't exactly a good idea, by the way. I am...shall we say, a predator. Running awakens my natural instinct to hunt, so I suggest that you refrain yourself from pulling such stunts in the near future," He voice was cold and calm, and she had to suppress a shiver of dread at his words. 

His knuckles trailed along her face delicately, and softly but she didn't let his touch, however calming, distract her, and she kept her gaze on his, as she said, "Do not worry, my lord. I wouldn't be running away," At his pause, she gathered her courage and stood up straighter until she was practically standing on her tip toes. "In fact," she said boldly. "I wouldn't be running away. I would be walking away," Then she leaned back, triumph written all over her face, as she smiled smugly up at him.