Taken by The Hunger: A Blood Thirst Novel (Book 1) Paranormal Romance/ Erotica/ Urban Fantasy by Harnet Spade Page A
Authors: Harnet Spade
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came down to bite his shoulder as his hips moved more fiercely lifting me each time.
“Please,” I whispered hoarsely not recognizing my needy voice, “you have to…” I couldn’t finish the sentence because I didn’t trust myself to tell him to stop. Would I end up begging him like he said, I would? I didn’t know myself, I was becoming as much of a beast as him that in my frenzy I silently begged him for more as I shut my eyes and bit and licked at his shoulder.
I tasted his sweet decadent blood on my lips, and all that registered was that I wanted… no needed it more than the air I breathed. I existed in this moment only to devour him. He was breathing heavily as he clawed at the tree around my wrist and pulled his hips back to thrust only harder and lift me higher each time.
I knew I was losing my mind… I had to be… hadn’t I been saving myself for Darius? But there was too much sensation and he only increased to a frantic pace. I was quivering reaching something I didn’t understand with this beast, and I was utterly lost to it… lost… it was too late to be scared any longer. So I reveled in licking my lips, and lifting my head as I moaned. I told myself I would be greedy in my need and take what he offered. Once I had the satisfaction we both craved, I would leave without a backward glance, and then be done with the consequences and whatever it was I was feeling. Somehow I would find a way out of this spell. My reasoning told me my reactions were not my own this was just survival instincts kicking in. That’s when I saw him wet, rigid, and straining with his head thrown back in abandon, his fangs fully extended and his eyes tightly shut. He had a look of pain and ecstasy which drew me to him.
He was mercilessly taking control of everything I was through the intense and uninhibited pleasure we were feeling. The blood I had been sucking on his neck was tantalizing me, driving me insane as he pumped harder and faster against me. My moans had grown louder and I sought to muffle the sound by lowering my lips and sucking harder on him. I opened my lips wide around his skin, bit not caring if I caused him any pain, and licked up the remaining blood when I noticed he no longer had an open wound, and there was no more blood for me to consume.
He seemed too far gone to notice, so I forced one of my hands free and greedily searched for his wound, but all I found was his thick neck, corded tight with muscle while he was rigid and oblivious to my hunger for his blood. He was uninhibited as he spoke and grunted in a language I didn’t recognize. His voice was rough with desperation and need.
Chapter 13: Drink Me Out of My Misery
In my frustration, all I could do was scream for him to look at me while I struggled to open his skin with my blunt, Wicked- Essie manicured nails. Wicked… exactly how the night turned out, what he looked like, what I felt.
I had meant to ask him what was happening to me, but what came out was entirely different because instead I heard myself say, “We’ll both get what we hunger for and then I want you to disappear… you’re not real, this can’t be real.”
His actions cut me off from any further talk as he ceased all movement, straightened his body, and looked at me with what had now turned into resolute black eyes. He drew up his fangs, took a step back still holding me tightly before he slowly let my legs down.
Dragging his palm over his mouth then lowering it, he watched me very closely. I realized he was trying to regain control. I reached for him not wanting any separation between us, but quickly realizing my mistake I fisted my hand not willing to show my desperation.
He heatedly looked and pointed at me when he said, “You have no idea the extent of OUR hunger, Emmaley… it’s not something you can easily discard, in fact, it will drive you mad with need if you don’t give into it. But of course you don’t recognize it because you have been
“Please,” I whispered hoarsely not recognizing my needy voice, “you have to…” I couldn’t finish the sentence because I didn’t trust myself to tell him to stop. Would I end up begging him like he said, I would? I didn’t know myself, I was becoming as much of a beast as him that in my frenzy I silently begged him for more as I shut my eyes and bit and licked at his shoulder.
I tasted his sweet decadent blood on my lips, and all that registered was that I wanted… no needed it more than the air I breathed. I existed in this moment only to devour him. He was breathing heavily as he clawed at the tree around my wrist and pulled his hips back to thrust only harder and lift me higher each time.
I knew I was losing my mind… I had to be… hadn’t I been saving myself for Darius? But there was too much sensation and he only increased to a frantic pace. I was quivering reaching something I didn’t understand with this beast, and I was utterly lost to it… lost… it was too late to be scared any longer. So I reveled in licking my lips, and lifting my head as I moaned. I told myself I would be greedy in my need and take what he offered. Once I had the satisfaction we both craved, I would leave without a backward glance, and then be done with the consequences and whatever it was I was feeling. Somehow I would find a way out of this spell. My reasoning told me my reactions were not my own this was just survival instincts kicking in. That’s when I saw him wet, rigid, and straining with his head thrown back in abandon, his fangs fully extended and his eyes tightly shut. He had a look of pain and ecstasy which drew me to him.
He was mercilessly taking control of everything I was through the intense and uninhibited pleasure we were feeling. The blood I had been sucking on his neck was tantalizing me, driving me insane as he pumped harder and faster against me. My moans had grown louder and I sought to muffle the sound by lowering my lips and sucking harder on him. I opened my lips wide around his skin, bit not caring if I caused him any pain, and licked up the remaining blood when I noticed he no longer had an open wound, and there was no more blood for me to consume.
He seemed too far gone to notice, so I forced one of my hands free and greedily searched for his wound, but all I found was his thick neck, corded tight with muscle while he was rigid and oblivious to my hunger for his blood. He was uninhibited as he spoke and grunted in a language I didn’t recognize. His voice was rough with desperation and need.
Chapter 13: Drink Me Out of My Misery
In my frustration, all I could do was scream for him to look at me while I struggled to open his skin with my blunt, Wicked- Essie manicured nails. Wicked… exactly how the night turned out, what he looked like, what I felt.
I had meant to ask him what was happening to me, but what came out was entirely different because instead I heard myself say, “We’ll both get what we hunger for and then I want you to disappear… you’re not real, this can’t be real.”
His actions cut me off from any further talk as he ceased all movement, straightened his body, and looked at me with what had now turned into resolute black eyes. He drew up his fangs, took a step back still holding me tightly before he slowly let my legs down.
Dragging his palm over his mouth then lowering it, he watched me very closely. I realized he was trying to regain control. I reached for him not wanting any separation between us, but quickly realizing my mistake I fisted my hand not willing to show my desperation.
He heatedly looked and pointed at me when he said, “You have no idea the extent of OUR hunger, Emmaley… it’s not something you can easily discard, in fact, it will drive you mad with need if you don’t give into it. But of course you don’t recognize it because you have been
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