The Whore (part two)

The Whore (part two)

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The final part in "The Whore" series. Warning- very mature. You will want to read the first book otherwise this one will not make sense. ------------------------- "I slowly peeled my soaked shirt off and stood in front of him in my bra and trousers. I watched him study every inch of my skin before he gave an approving purr. I wanted to jump him right then and there but I knew he would not have it, not when he was trying to take care of me. I crawled on top of him and enjoyed the feeling of my hips against his. He was hard, but I knew he was also extremely stubborn. That's one of the many reasons I fell in love with him. I felt my hunger began to strike when I looked at his neck. My lips felt dry and even when my tongue swiped them, I needed more moisture. Elijah brought his hand to the back of my head and pushed me down into the crook of his neck. I didn't waste any time biting into his smooth skin and drinking from him. I felt his body relax into mine and he sighed- he always loved feeding me".
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"I was taken into a room that one would use to entertain guests in. It was a massive dining hall draped in red curtains and dazzling black marble floors. It was beautiful. I only hoped it wouldn't be the place where my life was taken yet again by the man whom I loved oh so dearly. Just as that thought came to mind, I saw him. He was sitting on a throne in the front of the hall. He wore a black button down, silky shirt with pants just as dark. His hair had gotten longer, his lips fuller. His eyes, however, were not foreign. I had looked into those eyes so many times I had all the little blue specs memorized. He was beautiful but cold. Power radiated from him so deeply that it sent a shiver across my spine. I wanted to know the man infront of me; I wanted to love him. But I was no fool, he was different. Darker. Stronger. Colder. Elijah stood up and made his way towards me. If I had the ability to breathe, I would have held my breath. He was so gorgeous but yet so cruel. Surely made by the devil himself. He stood only a few inches away from me, looking down at my face. I watched his eyes as they scanned all my features. Only when they made their way back up to my eyes did he speak. "Undress yourself", he demanded."

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