IMPRESS. [Book 1]

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Original Witch.

IMPRESS.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Original Witch.

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12 hours later...

My legs wrapped around his torso tightly when he lifted my body from the bed, pulled open my balcony doors and carried me over to the railing.

He started to leave the harshest love bites one could leave, creating a trail down to the nape of my neck longingly.

My eyes closed in an absorption of the immense pain his sucking was inflicting onto my skin.

The stinging satisfaction of his tongue lapping over each tiny bite he created sent my heart into a rapid beat against his chest and made small gasps of delectation abrupt from my throat.

My breathing came out rocky, hitching out of rhythm whilst my arms tightened and almost strangled the sexy vampire trapped between my legs.

He hungrily launched his blood-dripping lips to the only thing he had craved more than my blood since they day we laid eyes on each other.

My lips...

On his.

Support was provided by one hand on my lower back as he pressed his lips roughly on mine, causing my back to arch and a drop of fear of falling back off the railing to up rise in my stomach.

"W- wait- wait..." I began to panic feeling my bottom slowly slipping back off the wet and slippery railing.

It was raining and I could feel the rain droplets trickle down my skin as I tried my hardest to push the idiot off of me.

He wasn't having it, the more I resisted, the more he kept me restrained and violently kept his lips moving against my irresponsive ones.

What was he doing?

Why was he acting like this?

He was harassing me.

He acting like the awful and abusive slave masters back in Icilia.

"PL- plea- please..." I said between the kisses he kept forcing me to respond to by gripping my chin and lifting it up, "I'm- I'm going t- to fall."

Oh my God.

"Shuushhh," he whispered aggressively before tugging at my bottom lip and playing with it between his teeth until I could taste blood on the tip of my tongue.

As if making it worst, I felt the arm that had been supporting my back move away from my behind and when I realised nothing was keeping me balanced except he who was holding me...

He who had finally decided to speak up with a sinister undertone to his voice.

I felt sudden nausea.

"You deserve this," he insincerely mumbled into my ear and in a blink of an eye, I was no longer staring at him.

For a moment I wasn't staring at anything.

It all seemed to move too fast.

Instead,

I was looking up at the night sky whilst everything rushed by me like an illusion...

Feeling the strong wind blow past me, whip my hair away from the ground and the rain act like a sprinkle to my skin.

He had pushed me...

With zero remorse.

With no reason...

But his unexplainable spite.