The Tyrant's Pet

[ WARNING: THE CHAPTER HAS MATURE CONTENT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. ]

Aries took a deep breath, inhaling Abel\'s hot breath as her lips parted from his. Her back thudded against the door, but she didn\'t even wince like usual, lifting her legs around his hips. She stretched her neck to grant him easy access, allowing him to alternately kiss and bite her neck.

"Ahh…" a moan slipped past her parted lips as his hand felt her body.

Abel felt the materials of her dress, hastily pulling the drawstring of her corset. His action made her body relaxed, yet shivering at the touch of his lips on her skin. Her clutch on his shoulder and how she unconsciously dig her nails into his clothes revealed her desire for more.

Her enthusiasm was very much welcome.

Grabbing the deep neckline of the back of her dress, Abel ripped it open, as he didn\'t have much patience. He had been waiting and waiting, and he had already used up all the patience he could muster in all his millennia of life.

Aries\'s dress immediately fell off her shoulder, landing on the fold of her arms. Her legs around his hip tightened securely while he watched her weight, drawing his upper body away from hers. His eyes landed on her bare upper chest; the ripped dress barely covered her nipples.

His eyes glinted with deep desire, gazing up at her flustered face. His fangs peeked out from his parted lips, licking them.

"Can I?" he asked under his breath, searching for her eyes until she was able to hold his gaze.

Aries stared at him, assessing the little fangs peeking out of his parted lips. She gulped, hearing it echo in her ears. Everything felt heightened; the beat of her heart was racing, almost breaking through her ribcage, making her chest move up and down heavily. Her breathing was jagged and she could feel this itch she couldn\'t simply satisfy with a simple scratch.

She was burning, and this heat wouldn\'t be distinguished so easily.

"Yes," she whispered, clutching his shoulder. "I want them."

Her lips quivered with equal nervousness and excitement. "I want you."

The moment the last syllable of her words rolled out of her tongue, Aries held her breath as she felt on the soft mattress on her back. Her body bounced slightly, surprised at how quick the turn of events was.

"Say it again," he demanded airily, pinning her wrist over her head with suppressed strength and excitement.

Aries kept her eyes on his glinting eyes until they mirrored her clearly. This was the first time she had seen her face. She looked different. Perhaps it was because of her silver hair color or the crimson eyes she never thought she would have.

For some reason, she felt like she looked like him. Almost. They sort of resembled each other; sharp eyes bearing deep desire for pain and pleasure, and fangs peeking out of their mouths that were itching to sink into each other\'s skin.

"I want you." Her voice, although quiet, sounded firmer. "All of you, Abel."

His eyes lit up as his strength on her wrist felt heavy, hissing. Abel pressed his body on her, tilting his head to the side. He caressed her neck with the tip of his nose and then licked it gently. Just a simple caress of his tongue on her skin made her shiver under his weight.

Aries\'s chest moved up and down even more heavily and deeply while her growing excitement each time his fangs graze her skin intensified. She arched her back slightly and in a heartbeat; she felt him sinking deep into her skin and then into her veins.

"Ahh…" her lips parted, moaning.

It was as simple as him sucking her blood, but the pleasure of having her blood run in his veins brought this inexplicable pleasure. Every gulp that would resonate in her ear was akin to a piece of soothing masterpiece composed by the greatest maestro. Strangely enough, there was this sense of pride and honor swelling in her heart.

She felt honored… a feeling she never felt before whenever she would offer her blood to him. Aries couldn\'t understand it herself, but knowing Abel\'s fangs were sunk deep into her veins made her proud… and very turned on.

Perhaps because she was a vampire? Was what crossed her mind at the thought.

Aries was brought back from her catharsis when Abel pulled his head back. There was an instant dissatisfaction with the abrupt stop, setting her eyes on him only to see him licking the corner of his lips.

"You like it?" he asked with a playful smile, seeing the obvious dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Why did you stop?"

"Why?" he repeated, bending over to plant a kiss on the healing holes on the side of her neck. "Because I want you to last long?"

Aries turned her head to him when he drew his head back again.

"You just woke up, darling. Let\'s not overdo it." He brushed her lips with his thumb, enjoying the sight of her. "Don\'t give me that look. I\'m weak."

Aries pressed her lips into a thin line. What she felt was something frustrating, as if almost reaching orgasm, only to get interrupted. However, she understood that this was something different.

Her expression relaxed, clipping the lapel of his linen blouse in between her thumb and index.

"Can I?" she asked with a tinge of hesitation in her voice, causing his brows to raise. "Can I drink your blood?"

Abel blinked, watching her suppress the embarrassment resurfacing in her lustful eyes.

\'What a sight to behold,\' he thought, thinking that this never happened before. Aries was always proud of herself and confident during their quality time. But now, she seemed to be shy… and he couldn\'t even wonder why, because he already knew the reason.

Her instinct — vampiric instinct — recognized Abel\'s blood as something precious. The blood that was superior among purebloods, and having a drop of it, was considered an honor for their kind.

One could hate or worship Abel, but there was one thing anyone couldn\'t deny, and that was the purity of his blood. No matter how a person loathed him, if a chance rose where they could drink even a tiny bit of Abel\'s blood, they wouldn\'t be able to refuse it.

That was how precious his blood was… and now she understood that.