Recap of the first chapter: A young woman is hiding from mercenaries in a forest cabin, surviving on scraps and evading soldiers. One night, she is forced to share her space with a brutal vampire. Though he admits he will kill her eventually, they form a tense bond -sharing food, warmth, and quiet moments. She is clinging to survival and a fragile connection with the inhuman stranger. Now, she is returning from a dangerous walk to the river.
I arrived long before dawn, but he was back too. He was lying on the bench with his back resting comfortably against the roughly beaten planks of the hut. He watched me as I ate another apple and sat down in my corner.
"You can take my coat if you're cold." He said, continuing to watch me with interest. I was startled. I looked up at him, searching for a hint of betrayal.
I stood up and took two short steps across the uneven floor. I stooped to pick up the coat, but no sooner had I straightened up and turned back than he added, "Come sleep here with me, woman. I'll keep you warm."
I froze mid-motion and looked over my shoulder at him. I realized it was neither a question nor a proposition, so I turned back to him. With the furry coat in my arms, I walked over to the bench.
"Bend your knees. Keep your legs apart." I said quietly. He squinted his eyes suspiciously, but, to my utmost surprise, obeyed my command. I carefully stepped onto the bench and knelt between his spread thighs. I pulled his heavy coat over my shoulders and rested my palms on his sides. Leaning lower, I rested my head on his ribs and moved my palms to his hips.
I tried to steady my breathing. I pushed my knees aside and curled up so that I wouldn't put my weight on his stomach.
"Like this?" I asked quietly, waiting for his reply.
"Hmmm..." He grunted in pleasure, trying not to move so as not to startle me.
I was so nervous that I thought I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. But fatigue and mental exhaustion took over, and I began to slip into a dream. It felt good. Warmth spread through my body, and I finally fell asleep, lulled by his unusually slow breathing.
He stirred beneath me and moved me down onto the bench beside him. He sat up and reached for one of his shoes. I rolled onto my back, yawned, and stretched my arms high above my head. When I opened my eyes, I met his gaze. I found him sitting on the bed, his gaze fixed on me. However, when he realized I was looking back at him, he quickly straightened up and stood.
He opened the door and made his way out through the low doorframe, leaving me with my hands folded and my gaze fixed on the worn ceiling. Shortly after, he returned and joined me on the bench. The weathered wood groaned, and the seat sank under his weight. As I tried to reposition myself and propped myself up on my elbows, he gently pressed the back of his hand against my chest, forcing me back into a recline. Confusion filled my eyes as I looked up at him and was met with a disapproving frown.
"You're like a lamb." His face frowned more, revealing sharp teeth. "A lamb in a hole with an overfed hunter. I want to rip you apart, tear chunks of flesh from you, and feed on you. And I'm not even hungry." He growled, running his eyes over my face. "I want to see your fear and your pain. Why are you so calm when you know what I am?" He asked, genuinely curious.
"You haven't hurt me yet. What would be the point of me shaking with fear? Even if you weren't a creature of the night, you could easily control me if you wanted." I answered honestly.
"Cheeky." He shook his head and grinned. "I have to go. They finished the bridge and are moving south. I need to lower their numbers even more before they reach the reinforcements. I can't just leave you here. I want to torture you slowly so I can watch the expressions on your face."
He looked at me again, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and clasped his hands together on his knees.
"Is my death inevitable?" I asked quietly. He simply nodded. I let out a sigh and forced myself to stand up. I bypassed him and positioned myself two steps away.
I knew what I wanted to do. For the first time in a long time. This man was so handsome that I could see myself fucking him for hours.
"You know..." I began quietly, turning to face him. I untied the laces under my neck and loosened the tie of my skirt. "If death is the fate you're going to give me..." I let both pieces of clothing fall to my ankles, raised my arms, and unbraided my hair. I want you." I breathed out quietly and ran my fingers through the thick strands of my hair. He just watched with a blank expression.
I walked over to him, and when he didn't object, I got close enough to force him to stand up straight. He looked up at me, examining me curiously with his blazing eyes. I took his head in my hands and leaned in closer. My heart was pounding like a war drum. I rested my lips on his temple, then moved lower to the corner of his mouth.
"When you're done, don't let my body rot; burn it." I exhaled softly.
He turned his head toward me, and I touched my lips to his mouth again, closing my eyes.
He placed his hands lightly on my thighs and played with the hem of my blouse.
"Closer." he said quietly. I obeyed, carefully leaning my whole body against his. I clung to his mouth, kissing him deeply. He grinned when I stopped. He kissed me hungrily and suddenly stood up. I stumbled backward, reaching out to grip his shoulders for support as I tried to regain my balance.
"Don't dodge me. Stay close to me." With a low, impatient growl, he pressed me firmly against his chest again. I pulled myself up onto my tiptoes and offered him my lips again. To my surprise, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a searing kiss. His tongue delved into my mouth, igniting a fiery passion within me. I moaned and pressed myself closer to him, consumed by desire.
Suddenly, I pulled away and took off my blouse before he could rip it off me. This one was my favorite. As if anything mattered now.
He growled and reached out for me. He pulled me to the ground and joined me. He knelt over me and touched my body all over. He repeatedly returned to my lips, kissing me with obvious urgency. I crumpled his shirt up to his neck, pulled it over his head, and touched him too.
He stood up, pulled his sleeves off, and loosened his pants eagerly. He pushed my knees apart and leaned back against me. I saw how his eyes glowed. He held me down, and without delay, he pushed his dick into my body. He pulled out a few times as he struggled to push it in deeper. I tried to adjust to his size, but it was difficult. I couldn't breathe, gasping as I tried to adjust to his ferocious pace.
"I told you to stay close!" He growled as he thrust into me repeatedly. His left elbow was buried above my shoulder while his right hand gripped my waist, keeping me from moving away with each thrust. I wasn't doing it on purpose; he was the one who was rough from the beginning. My fingers dug into his skin while louder and louder moans escaped me as I struggled to contain my cries of ecstasy. With each passing moment, I lost myself in the raw passion he unleashed upon me. I was reduced to nothing more than a sobbing mess.
"Smotri na menya..." he said quietly in a language I couldn't recognize "ty menya s uma svodish' " Despite how rough he was with me, I could feel my whole body growing excited. As he picked up the pace, driving deeper with each thrust, I couldn't help but moan and shudder. My body eagerly responded to the sensation of his penis rubbing against my sensitive walls. I wanted to pull him in for another kiss, but he grabbed my jaw and stopped me.
"Look at me, woman!" he snapped. I opened my eyes and met his gaze. He seemed confused and angry at the same time. Yet he was smiling at me, his sharp teeth exposed.
"I'm so close. Kiss me..." I whined, trying to pull him closer again. He shook his head and pulled away, but didn't slow down. I clasped his wrists firmly and locked my knees around his hips, feeling a rush of anticipation. I held my breath momentarily, my eyes veiled with lust as a surge of pleasure washed through my body. Fuck, he is so good. I could almost hear something inside him break. He held his breath, pressed himself against me, and briefly rested his teeth against my neck. Then, he whimpered like a dog and bit me right under my jaw.
The sudden pain blinded me. I couldn't breathe; I just grunted and dug my nails into his back. He jerked his head, burying himself deeper in my flesh. I felt him stiffen in a spasm of relief as he froze inside me. Like a malnourished animal, he sucked and swallowed the blood from my wound.
The pain subsided, leaving only blissful pleasure lingering in my lap. I smiled as my mind fell into nothingness.