The Fangs He Gave Me

Chapter 2: Bitten

"What are you talking about?" My heart racing with fear as I asked him.

He pulled me against him, his face buried in my hair. "Promise me you'll survive. That's all that matters. Promise me"

"I promise," I whispered, not understanding what he meant.

Then Dante pushed me against the wall, his mouth covering mine in a desperate kiss. I melted into him, already breathless, my body responding to his touch like it always did.

His hands were everywhere, and before I knew it, he was yanking my shirt over my head. My bra followed.

When his mouth closed over my n*pple, I gasped and arched into him, my fingers running through his hair.

"Ella," he groaned against my br**st. "I need you so badly."

He'd never sounded this desperate before. This hungry.

His hands gripped my thighs and lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my already soaked panties rubbing against the hard bulge in his jeans.

"Please," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for.

He didn't bother taking off my skirt, he just shoved it up to my waist as his fingers hooked in my panties and tore them with one sharp pull. The sound of fabric ripping made me gasp with shock and arousal.

"Mine," he growled, his eyes meeting mine. "Say it, Ella. Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," I breathed, meaning every word.

And I was. I was his since the moment he first looked at me.

He freed his hard c*ck with one hand and pushed into me in one brutal thrust.

No warning. No gentleness. Just raw passion.

I cried out in ecst*sy as my nails dug into his shoulders. He held me there for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, to the fullness of him inside me.

"So f*cking tight," he groaned into my neck, breathing hot against my skin.

Then he started moving.

Each thrust was hard and deep, the angle making him hit spots inside me that made my vision blur.

My body shook with every impact of his hips against mine.

I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. I could only hold on as he f*cked me with such intensity.

"Dante," I moaned, feeling heat coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. "Oh god, Dante..."

"I love you, baby," he whispered in my ear, one hand sliding between us. His fingers found my cl*t and rubbed tight circles.

The org*sm tore through me without warning. I screamed his name as my p*ssy clenched around him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.

He groaned, his rhythm faltering. Then he thrust deep one last time, burying himself inside me.

I felt him pulse inside me, hot and thick, filling me completely. His teeth found my shoulder, scraping across the skin, then biting down hard.

"F*ck!" I gasped at the sharp pain, but he was already soothing it with his tongue.

It's something he liked doing whenever we made love. I thought it was just passion. Just him in the heat of the moment.

I had no idea what he was really doing.

When he finally pulled out of me, I could feel his c*m dripping down my thighs.

"Sorry," he murmured, but his eyes didn't look sorry at all.

He looked like he wanted more.

We made it to the bed for round two.

He stripped me completely this time, taking his time to remove every piece of clothing until I was naked before him. Then he knelt between my thighs, his eyes dark with desire.

"I want to taste you," he said, his breath hot against my inner thigh.

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me.

His tongue slid through my folds, licking me up.

The sensation made me arch off the bed with a loud moan. He groaned against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.

"You taste so f*cking good," he murmured against my sensitive flesh, then sealed his lips around my c**t and sucked hard.

I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, holding him against me. His tongue worked in circles, then long strokes, then quick flicks that made my thighs tremble uncontrollably. When he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them to find that perfect spot, I lost all control.

"Dante, I'm... oh f*ck, I'm going to..."

He didn't stop, he kept that perfect rhythm, until I came again. I cried out as pleasure rolled through me in endless waves of org*sms until I was oversensitive and squirming, trying to pull away.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth and chin were glistening with my wetness.

He crawled up my body, kissing his way up my stomach, between my br**sts, along my throat. His hard c*ck pressing against my thigh. I reached between us and stroked him, feeling him throb in my hand, hard and heavy.

"I need you inside me," I whispered, looking into his beautiful green eyes.

This time, he entered me slowly, letting me feel every bit of him filling me. When he was fully seated inside me, he paused, his forehead pressed against mine, his breathing ragged.

"I love you, Ella," he said, his voice rough with emotion that made my chest ache. "God, I love you so much... No matter what happens, remember that I loved you."

Why did it sound like goodbye?

"I love you too," I breathed, tears pricking my eyes.

His slow, deep thrusts felt less like f*cking and more like making love. His hands were gentle on my skin and his lips was were soft on mine, kissing me all the way.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, never wanting this moment to end. The angle changed, and suddenly every thrust was hitting that perfect spot inside me.

I could feel another org*sm building, slower this time but more intense, more overwhelming.

His mouth found that spot where my neck met my shoulder, the same place he'd bitten before. His teeth grazed the skin, gentle at first. Then pressed harder.

I felt the sharp sting as he bit down again, deeper this time, his teeth breaking through my skin and drawing blood.

The pain mixed with pleasure in a way that shouldn't have worked but did. I came with a cry, my body clenching around him as another org*sm crashed over me.

He groaned, his hips stuttering against mine, then he thrust deep one final time and came inside me again, his teeth still embedded in my shoulder.

When he finally released me, I felt his tongue lap at the wound, felt the strange heat of his saliva mixing with my blood. It burned in a way that felt soothing.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, pulling me close against his chest, holding me like he never wanted to let go.

This time he looked truly sorry. Devastated, even.

"I'm so sorry for what's going to happen to you, mi amor. But this was the only way. The only way to give you a chance."

I didn't understand what he meant.

I kissed him and fell asleep in his arms, happier than I'd ever been in my entire life, completely unaware that everything was about to fall apart.

I woke to a hand clamped over my mouth, cutting off my scream.

My eyes flew open to find Dante's face inches from mine, his face wild with fear.

"Don't scream," he whispered with desperation in his eyes as He pulled me up. "We don't have much time."

His hands were shaking.

"What—" I tried to ask, confused and terrified.

"Listen to me, Ella." His hands gripped my shoulders. "Don’t let them catch you. Do you understand? "

"Dante, you're scaring me..."

"Promise me!" His voice cracked, raw with emotion.

"I promise, but what's happening? What..."

"Get dressed. Now!" He shoved my clothes at me and pressed something into my palms. "And keep it safe"

My hands trembled violently as I pulled on the dress, not bothering with underwear. My heart was racing so fast I thought it might explode. "Dante, please, tell me what's..."

"Go out the back window. Don't stop running until..."

The door exploded inward with a deafening crash.

Five figures filled the doorway, and my brain couldn't process what I was seeing.

Their faces were shifting, and their teeth growing into fangs.

"Dante Dávila," one of them said in a voice that was half-human, half-growl. "You really thought you could run from us?"

"Run, Ella!" Dante screamed, his voice desperate and commanding. "RUN!"