CHAPTER 91

He planted soft kisses on her neck, his lips on her skin sucking her beneath her ear lobe was gentle, every touch he gave her was gentler than before, it felt as though they weren't just becoming one with their body but also their souls.

He wound his arm around her waist, while pushing her brown hair backwards to reveal her slender white neck that tempted him to dig his fangs into them and he couldn't resist.

He could feel the warmness of her blood underneath her supple skin, he could smell the scent of her exotic blood invading his nostrils, urging him to bite her.

His soft kisses were replaced with a stinging pain as his fangs pierced into her skin, making her lips quiver as she felt the burning sensation of his fangs digging into her flesh.

Her eyes subconsciously shut closed as he drank her blood, but it only lasted for less than a minute before she felt his fangs pull out, while licking the trail of blood that had trickled from the holes on her neck.

Her eyes slowly opened to see him licking his lips that had her blood on it, savouring her heavenly taste for a second before slowly pulling down her dress.

She laid on the bed stark naked as she watched him take off his clothes, revealing his glorious body to her view that always made her cheeks flush red.

His body fired up with immense heat to taste her but at the same time, his touch and his movement were gentle and soft.

He carried her effortlessly on him, making her straddle him and she closed her eyes, waiting in anticipation for the blissful moment they'd share together.

He made her back touch the cold marble wall, sending shivers down her spine, but the moment his hot body pressed into hers, her body went ablaze with flaming heat and her lips quivered from uncontrollable lust.

He could feel her naked body shudder under his as their skins collided together, his raging monster stood erect as his body scorched with an insatiable craving to taste her.

He could feel her hardened nipples poking his hard chest as their bodies collided, tempting him to feel it and suck it hard, so he did, trailing his lips on her body till it stopped on one of her twin peaks.

He took one hardened nipple in his mouth, while caressing the other twin peak gently with his thumb and he felt her body shudder slightly under his tantalizing touch.

He carried out the same erotic action to the other twin nipple, earning a moan from her lips as she wrapped her arm around his neck, digging her fingers into his lush, dark thick hair from arousal.

His raging monster flamed up to feel her while she itched underneath to feel his hardness filling her insides. His movements were surprisingly slow and gentle to her as she felt his raging monster invade her wet chambers.

He pushed his hips ever slowly and gently into her, savouring every sensual taste he got from her. His raging monster occupied her insides and her brain melted as she felt like she was on cloud nine.

Her hot breath on his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder, her tight juicy walls compressing on his hardness made his body almost erupt in an all consuming thirst for her.

Still, his movements were slow and precise, like every moment then was a quiet message, showing her how much he adored her, worshipped her, her body, mind and soul.

His hips rocked back and forth, with gentle but hard movements, stroking her tight walls that left them both in a state of delirium with every movement, every flaming touch.

Moans of pleasure escaped their lips, filling the four corners of the room with their unholy sounds. He drove his hips on her slowly, grinding her insides that left them touching the clouds.

Her legs that had wound around his waist now slumped to the sides, as it became weak from the senseless strokes he gave her, leaving her in a state of pure bliss.

They both arrived in seventh heaven after their intense erotic activity. After so many rounds of filling her continuously, he finally let her rest as she was already tired but it was impossible to quench the unfathomable hunger he had for her.

He laid the half sleepy Angel on the bed, pulling the covers over her to prevent her from the cold before joining her, wounding his arm around her small waist as he pulled her close to himself.

He stroked her hair gently while staring at her half sleepy face, it was obvious she didn't want to go to bed as she forced her heavy eyelids open, she was still scared and he didn't blame her for it.

She wound her small hands around his wide muscular torso as she moved her body closer to his, pushing her softness into his hardness which wasn't done on purpose to tempt him but he was tempted.

He knew she was tired so he scolded his raging monster that had become erect to behave.

"Why are supernatural creatures inhumanely beautiful?" Her small voice echoed in his ears as she queried, her voice low and drowsy as sleep tried to invade her senses.

He was a bit perplexed from her question and he wondered if it was because she was trying to avoid falling asleep or because she was curious that led to her question.

"It's probably because we're not human, we're supernatural and we're superior to them in everything, looks included." His deep voice did well in keeping her awake, it was like a potion, but not for long.

"Have you seen God?" Her second question perplexed him more as his brows creased, wondering why she was throwing weird questions at him.

"No." Came his short reply.

"Who's stronger, Angels or Demons?" What was with all the awkward questions' he thought inwardly.

"I don't have an answer to your question love. I haven't seen them wage war against each other before." He gave her a logical explanation.

"Hmm..." She mumbled sleepily.

She tried to keep herself awake, she didn't want to go back to the spine tingling nightmare that recurred every night, hunting her peaceful sleep.

She wanted to be in Lothaire's arms, sleeping peacefully, the more she thought of escaping the nightmare, the heavier the dark presence of death loomed around her.

Her body shivered in fear as she felt the cold, eerie breeze brushing through her skin even though she was covered in a duvet and her subconsciousness hid under a rug in fear.

She shook the feeling off her while struggling to keep awake, but her resolve broke as the sleep was too strong for her to ignore.

Her eyelids closed shut as she went into the embrace of deep slumber. Lothaire couldn't do anything to prevent her from going to sleep, she needed it even though it wasn't peaceful.

She opened her eyes to be greeted by pure darkness. 'It's started again' she thought to herself as she looked around the dark place, but still couldn't see anything, making her feel as though she was blind.

The place was dark and cold as usual and she slowly sat put on the cold floor, waiting for the nightmare to end. 'It's not real' she chanted repeatedly in her head like a mantra.

She sat still, silently in the cold dark place in what seemed like an eternity. She wondered if she had finally defeated the presence, but her instincts were at alert, it couldn't be that easy.

A cold, eerie air blew across her from an unknown place and she shivered in fear before chanting her new motivational mantra in her head, more intensely than before. 'It's not real'.

The murky place fell dead silent, but it was an unnerving one and no matter how hard she tried to believe it wasn't real, her toes curled in blood curdling fear.

"It's not real....You're wrong! Death is real and I'll give you a taste of it!" She heard a dark, spine chilling voice growl from an unknown source and her heart skipped a beat in terror.

The voice was as usual familiar and no doubt it belonged to Hela but then, the place fell silent again which was more haunting.

She looked around, in search of the voice but when she turned her face front, a pair of dark violet glowing eyes shot her a petrifying look and a loud scream erupted from her mouth in pure horror.