“Hungry, my love?” he asks.
“Very,” I say, fangs still down. “I want to feed, Constantine. I want to feed on a human until every last drop of their blood is inside me.”
He blinks at me. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes. I am tired of being so restrained,” I say and push him back to the grass. “I want to feel what it’s like again.”
“Oh, Aefre. It has been so long since we shared someone.” He pushes my hair out of my face. “I want to feel that again with you.”
“Then get someone,” I say with a cruel laugh. “A murderer or someone equally as bad. Someone who deserves it. Someone we can punish.” I am riding high on this power trip and I don’t know where it is coming from.
He looks at me then, concerned. “Aefre, it has been so long for you. I know that it isn’t really what you want.”
“It is,” I insist.
“No, you are too good for that now, my sweet. It isn’t who you are anymore. This feeling must be coming from the mystery power that is trying to mess with you.”
I pout at him and he sighs. “Don’t look at me like that. I find it hard to refuse you.”
“Please,” I coax him. “Please do this for me.” I run my hands down his, now healed, chest.
He pushes us over, so I am underneath him aga
in and says, “This way you are feeling isn’t you, Aefre.”
“Yes, it is,” I snap at him. “I want to feed, to kill.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Leave it for tonight. If you still feel this way tomorrow, I will personally take you Hunting,” he says, deliberately using the word ‘Hunting’ to try and put me off.
“Then you had better start thinking where you can take me,” I say before he kisses me, so sweetly that I know he is trying to distract me. I am about to protest his actions when he enters me and, well, I just forget about everything else. He makes slow love to me, ensuring I get the maximum pleasure (and distraction) out of it until I am throbbing around him for the third time.
I roll us over. “I want to fuck you,” I whisper to him.
“Don’t let me stop you then,” he purrs. “I love it when you take over.”
“You do?” I asked, surprised. “Whatever happened to sire dominance?”
“It is replaced with your soon-to-be-husband’s love,” he replies.
“You don’t want to dominate me anymore?”
He shakes his head.
This disturbs me a bit. It is not like him at all. I try a different tactic. I lower my eyes to his mouth and say in as submissive of a tone as I can muster, “Don’t you want to play with me, Master?” I peek up at him through my lowered lashes.
His eyes flash. “Don’t, Aefre,” he warns me.
“Please,” I whisper. “I’m not asking you to go hardcore on me, I just want to play. It has been months.” I lean forward so my nipples are brushing against his chest and I start to move over him slowly.
“I can’t,” he says. “I don’t want to. It’s all or nothing,” he says despondently.
“Then give me your all,” I say bravely.
“No.”