A Poisonous Soul. (editing)

Chapter 8 (complete)

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A Poisonous Soul.

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Chapter Eight

I can’t stop screaming. James drags my body slowly towards him and all I can think is he’s going to eat me. He picks my body up and walks towards the couch. I immediately start punching him wherever I can. He just grabs my wrists and holds them together in one of his hands. I charge my head forward for a head butt and he moves his face back just in time. He smiles at me. He sits on the couch and pulls me into his lap. As soon as he lets go I bolt for the door. I get only a foot on the ground when he slams me back into his chest. “Let me go you son-of-a-bitch!” He chuckles as I buck wildly, trying to get away. “Sydney,” he says, ever so calmly. I keep fighting and twisting. He pulls me closer to his body and squeezes just enough for me to loose my air. I gasp and my face lands just inches from his. I pant in his face glaring at him for being so damn strong. His smile fades as he looks at my lips. I feel a deep pull from my lower stomach as he leans in to touch his lips to mine. I clamp my teeth down on his lower lip drawing blood.

         He jerks his head away from me but gives me this animalistic look. That look tightens everything south of my belly button. He slowly licks the blood off his lip and it is the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life. I don’t realize that I am no longer fighting. The only thing I see now is this tiny smear of blood left on his lip. He didn’t get all of it. I ever so slowly reach my face up to his and lick that blood. He makes a growling noise once again and my spine stiffens. I look up to see his eyes black all over. Just before my brain makes the connection he smashes his lips against mine. Instinct takes over and I am sucking face with a monster. He won’t let go of my hands so I can’t grab him like I want to. Instead, he lifts my arms straight up over my head as he deepens the kiss. The hand he had under my back grabs my ass and jerks my body away from him. He takes my leg and moves it across his stomach so I have one leg on each side of him. He then puts my clasped hands over his head and blessedly lets go.

         My hands hold on to his neck as he grabs my hips. He rocks his pelvis into mine causing me to break the kiss for some air. Our foreheads are resting against each other’s. I am gasping for air as he slowly drags his nose from my cheek into my neck. I lean back and let the exquisite sensation flow from my neck onto my chest. I have wrapped my legs around his back and am clasping his neck to hang on. He inhales deeply and growls yet again. This time I don’t feel any fear. I feel pride. Pride that I can make him feel like he makes me feel. His nose continues its travels down from my neck to my breast. He opens his mouth and clamps his teeth onto my nipple. I groan in agony. Sweet, sweet, agony. He lifts his head and locks his eyes onto mine. This look has more meaning than I can understand. I know that if I want him to stop I need to say so now. I don’t. He lifts me slightly so I can sit up facing him. He slowly unzips my top, never once breaking eye contact. The top is tossed behind him while he reaches around me for my bra strap. I feel him rip the clasps apart and my bra loosens on my chest. He grabs the middle of it and pulls, exposing me to his gaze. I see the lust in his eyes as he licks his lips. He locks eyes with me one more time and I see his mouth open. I barely notice the sharp teeth protruding unnaturally from his gums. All I see is the look in his eyes. He is going to devour me. He licks my nipple once as my eyes flutter. He stops what he is doing. My eyes snap open and now I know he wants me to watch. He flicks me again with that tongue and then exposes his elongated canines. Something inside my brain is screaming at me but I can’t hear it. Then he bites down over my breast, piercing my flesh. I scream as he sucks my blood and my climax bursts upon me.

         Heaven. Her blood is so potent it makes me want to take her on my couch. She is screaming as I draw her blood from her breast. Her head is thrown back and her spine is arched. She is fucking beautiful like this. I stop before I draw too much but it is the hardest thing I have ever done. Her body is still having spasms and it is torture. I want her so fucking much. I lick that soft area in between her breasts while she comes down off her high. In all my many years I have never experienced it as powerful as I just did. I can feel her pleasure in my own. A small drop of blood trickles from the wound I made, reminding me to close it up. I lick a few times as the skin closes and watch her shudder. She tucks her chin slowly to her chest and I wrap her in my arms. I put her head under my chin. Anna just told me she is almost home from her outing and I need to get my Sydney clothed. I know she does not want my sister finding her like this. Humans are very modest. I lean down and whisper in her ear. She makes a sound that reminds of a kitten when it purrs. I grit my teeth at the awful timing my sister has.