THIRST (The Elite Book 3) by Hanleigh Bradley (read the beginning after the end novel .txt) 📕

I like that glint in her eye. Kissing Farah is always good. Her kisses slay. They disarm me. When I’m kissing her, I almost forget that she’s human. Or that I’m supposed to end her life at some point.

Removing our clothes is a little bit difficult with her in my lap, but my vampire reflexes come in handy occasionally. For just a fraction of a second, I raise her up off my lap so I can lift my hips enough to whip off my trousers and then hers.

Her eyes glaze over slightly in surprise when she finds herself back in my lap, her skin against mine. She looks down at her bare legs, her bottom lip between her teeth.

“That’s a neat party trick,” she murmurs.

“Being a Vampire certainly has its advantages.”

“You can say that again.” She’s giggling slightly, and it’s strangely healing. That sound is enough to make me forget all about the shitty morning I’ve had.

As if it’s even possible, she inches closer to me, wrapping her legs tighter around me. She reaches down between us, taking my dick in her hand so that she can guide it into her. She’s wet and hot around me as I slowly enter her.

I gave up on the concepts of heaven and hell centuries ago. On religion or God. But this, this feeling is as close to heaven as I can imagine ever getting. She’s perfection like this.

Thrusting up into her, I cling to her with a desperation that I’ve never felt before, not once in all the hundreds of years I’ve existed.

“Farah,” I whisper her name almost reverently.

There are tears in her eyes when she opens them. I kiss her tears away, all the whole wondering if I’m the reason for them. I’ve caused her nothing but trouble, intermingled with quite a lot of pleasure, I hope.

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

She doesn’t say anything, just whimpers softly in my ear as she pulls me closer, all the while pushing down further on my cock.

“I’ve got you. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you.” The words gush from my mouth like water. It’s a vow. A promise. And to my surprise, I mean every word. “I promise, no one will ever hurt you.”

Her eyes lock onto mine, and as always my little bookworm has a question she wants to ask.

“Even you?”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Everette

Her question destroys me. A week ago, maybe even a few days ago, I would have laughed it off. Told myself that she was just being a human. But I can’t do that now.

Something is different, and I do not know what it is.

I want to promise her that I won’t hurt her, but I can’t do that. I don’t think there’s a creator, human or otherwise, alive that could make that promise. I gape at her like a bloody fish, struggling to find the right words. My brain failing me, perhaps for the first time since I became what I am.

Since I can’t make her a promise I know I’m going to break, I pull her lips back to mine and flip her onto her back. I don’t give her a chance to think about the fact that I’ve failed to give her the answer she wants as I pound into her.

Her eyes are wide and bright from her tears as she stares up at me unflinchingly. Her hands tighten against my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as her legs tangle with mine, rumpling the sheets beneath her.

I kiss her again, terrified that if I don’t, I’ll say something I shouldn’t. Something completely reckless like I love you. The words are on the tip of my tongue, even though I’m still not sure I even mean them.

“What are you doing to me?” I ask when I pull away from the searing hot kiss.

Like some glorious tempest, I can practically see waves of desire and pleasure crashing against her skin, rolling through her whole body as she clenches around me, her back arched, her lips parted to let out the tiniest of moans before she all but shatters beneath me. She’s never more human than she is when she orgasms.

Her eyes are closed now. I don’t stop moving as her orgasm continues to roll through her, now seeking my own release.

“What am I going to do with you?” I murmur against her ear.

Then words are lost to me, as I focus all my attention on the feel of her body against mine, her heat, her breath against my cheek. With one last thrust, I feel my own body spasm as I groan loudly.

For a few moments, neither of us move. Still inside her, I enjoy the feel of her beating heart against my chest. Rolling off her, I allow my hand to linger over her heart.

“This beats for us both,” I whisper, almost a sound of wonderment.

She gives me a strange look, and I know I’ve confused her yet again. She’s turning me into something I don’t recognise, and I can’t bring myself to care.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying anything else. I’m not ready to admit that I might feel more for her. That this might be more than lust or thirst.

“For now,” she replies, destroying the perfection of this moment.

For now… Yes, I guess she’s right. Her heart will have to stop beating, eventually.

“For now.” I nod.

Farah

“For now,” he agrees. The words are like a slap in the face. He says the sweetest things and then in a flash everything changes.

I force myself not to say anything as I sit up. He looks hesitant. Today has been a strange day. I’ve seen all sorts of feelings cross his perfect face. My stomach clenches and not in a