Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 46

RECAP:

He pulled me towards the bathroom, forcing me on the cold tiled wall as he began tearing away my clothing, opening the shower head at the same time.

The visible desperation on his face as he slammed me hard on the wall, his hand on my head kept my head from hitting the wall but his roughness excite me more and the rough material of his jeans against my bare skin elicited a pleasure-filled moan from me as I arched my neck towards his seeking mouth.

“Thallan.” I moaned as he furiously suckled the skin at the base of my neck and I felt his sharp fangs grazing my flesh.

He pulled away, placing his forehead on mine as our breath mingles into one and gave in to my curiosity as I touched Thallan’s sharp fang, gasping when it pricked and draw blood from my finger.

Wounding my hand on his damp hair, I arched my neck in offering as I pulled his head towards me and effectively placing his mouth on the spot where I want him to bite me.

He grazed his teeth on the delicate skin just below my jaw, teasing and taunting me.

“Thallan..” He positioned his mouth, his fangs just over the skin and he only need to push to break through my skin.

“Thallan. NOW!” I demanded at the same time that my body went taut in the anticipation of the bite.

“Thallan!”

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Elisha’s delicate skin easily yielded to my fangs and the taste of her alluring blood immediately filled my mouth, eliciting a satisfied groan from my chest as I pressed my body closer to her.

The first gulp of her blood sent a searing heat on my throat and I immediately felt the effect of the legendary Tuatha Dé Danann’s blood as it spread through me, imparting power and healing on my battered body.

After two more mouthfuls of her blood, I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from her neck, not wanting to drain her dry since I don’t know how much blood Fuxal took from her.

The thought of his fangs piercing her skin and his mouth drawing blood from her filled me with an overpowering rage. My hands inched to rip his head off his shoulder and sink my fangs on his neck.

Someday..

Someday I’ll get him back for touching and taking what was mine..

Someday..

I pressed my forehead against Elisha’s and I stared at the glazed look on her face, the aftermath of the powerful hormone that my bite imparted on her.

I opened the shower to its full capacity as I buried my head back on her drenched hair, letting the water wash my blood away on both of our bodies and Fuxal’s scent on her as I braced against her limp form.

I don’t know how long we stood under the flowing water with my form pressed snugly against her delectable frame, keeping the coldness away from her with my own body heat.

We stayed in that position until the red-stained water flowing towards the drain cleared but I still smell the faint scent of Fuxal lingering on her.

I hate that smell.

I hate the way it mixes with her scent especially if it’s Fuxal’s.

I had to take that disgusting trace of Fuxal from her.

With that thought in mind, I pulled at the thick robe hanging on the nearby rack after I turn off the shower and wrapped it around her before laying her down on the bed, chuckling a bit when her eyes fluttered shut and she released a pleasured sigh.