𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 🩸

The air in the abandoned music room tasted like old dust and incoming rain, but all I could actually breathe in was him. How did we get here?. seconds ago I had been downstairs, regretting coming here and now none of it really mattered, all that mattered was him. Julian. He had me backed against the vintage upright piano, the wood biting into the small of my back, but I couldn't care less about the bruise forming there. His hands were locked on my hips, heavy and unyielding, pinning me in place. The darkness of the room was absolute, save for the faint silver moonlight cutting through the high arched windows, catching the sharp, dangerous angles of his face. he was hot, it had to be a crime to be so inhumanly hot. "Julian, stop," I breathed, though my hands were tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. " It’s... I’m on my period." He froze, his chest rising and falling hard against mine. I expected him to pull back, to pull away with the usual human disgust. But when he looked up, his eyes weren't dark anymore. They were bleeding into a fierce, crimson red, the pupils completely blown out. A low, primal growl vibrated in his chest. "You think that scares me?" he whispered, his voice a rough, gravelly rasp against my neck. "It just makes you smell sweeter." Before I could process the sheer danger of that look, his hands slid down to the hem of my skirt, ripping the fabric out of the way with a sudden, violent snap. My breath hitched, a gasp catching in my throat as he dropped to his knees before me. The contrast was stark—the cold, gothic floor beneath him, and the absolute, burning heat radiating from his skin. He didn't hesitate. His fingers parted me, raw and completely unapologetic, exposing the slick, metallic heat of my blood mixed with my own ruined arousal. I shivered, my fingers tightening in his hair, a warning on the tip of my tongue that never made it out. Because then, his tongue stroked upwards. A sharp, electric shock bolted through my spine, my head snapping back against the piano keys with a muffled, discordant clang. It was heavy, wet, and completely consuming. He licked the blood from my skin like it was the only thing keeping him alive, his tongue dragging slow and deliberate over my c******s, painting me in my own warmth before drinking it down. "Julian—oh god," I gasped, my knees going entirely weak. If he wasn't holding my thighs in a vice grip, I would have collapsed onto the floor. The sheer intensity of it was intoxicating, a blurred line between pleasure and terror. He wasn't just eating me out; he was feeding. Every stroke of his tongue was demanding, possessive, drawing out the ache inside me until it felt like a fever. He swallowed the metallic taste of me, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, leaving tiny, stinging pricks of pain that only made the pleasure sharper. He looked up at me from between my legs, his lips stained a dark, ruinous red, looking every bit the monster he was trying to hide from the rest of the school. "More," he muttered against my skin, the heat of his breath sending a violent shudder through my core. "Give me more." He didn't give me a chance to catch my breath. In one fluid, powerful motion, Julian rose from his knees, his grip never leaving my thighs as he lifted me effortlessly off the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my fingers digging into the leather of his jacket for dear life as he slammed me back against the heavy wood of the piano again. The sudden change in height made my head spin, but the friction of his rigid length pressing directly against my aching, wet core through his jeans made me forget how to breathe. He was hard as granite, the sheer strength in his arms terrifyingly effortless as he held my entire weight up against the piano. "Julian," I whimpered, a sob of pure, unadulterated want tearing from my throat. I was terrified of how fast this was moving, terrified of the sheer weight of him, but my body was screaming for it. I arched into him, my wet skin smearing against his dark trousers. "Please." saph it not to late to back out now, my sub consciousness screamed at me. you barely know him, you have barely ever spoken to him till now. I ignored her. Julian's breath was coming in ragged, harsh gasps against my collarbone. Before I could even swallow the gasp caught in my throat, his mouth crashed back onto mine. He kissed me with a feral, bruising intensity, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth like he wanted me to have a taste of my own blood on his tongue. It was metallic, warm, and entirely intoxicating—a wicked reminder of what he had just done down below. His lips trailed down from mine, hot and heavy, dragging along my jaw before burying into the sensitive side of my neck. His teeth grazed my skin so hard it left white marks, threatening to break the surface, but the pain was instantly swallowed by a fierce, electric jolt of pleasure. I could tell he wanted me just as much as I wanted him; there was no hesitation, no holding back, just a desperate, mutual hunger that was entirely consuming us. With a brutal, impatient jerk, he unbuckled his belt. The sound of metal clinking in the dark room was a sharp, clinical contrast to the primal heat suffocating us. When his hand guided himself against me, I froze. He was huge. Too hot. Thick, heavy, and completely unyielding. "Wait," I gasped, my fingers frantically tightening in his hair, a sudden wave of panic hitting me. "Wait, it's... it's my first time. Julian, I've never—" He stiffened. For a second, he seemed completely taken aback, his entire body locking up like stone. In the dark, I could feel the sudden, heavy shock rolling off him, like he couldn't quite process that a girl like me would still be a virgin. Well, I couldn't exactly blame him. While other girls my age were breaking their virginity, I had been too busy burying myself in fictional worlds, filling my head with books instead of boys. Real life had never been able to compete with the stories in my head—until tonight. The hesitation lasted for only a second, then his grip on my waist tightened until it bordered on painful, anchoring me so securely I couldn't have escaped if I tried. "I'll try to be gentle," he growled, the lie tasting thick and dark in the air between us. There was nothing gentle about the way he looked at me. "But I'm not making any promises." He pushed. A sharp, blinding white heat ripped through my core, making my entire body go rigid. It felt like being torn open from the inside out, a tight, burning ache that made me choke on my own air. I let out a sharp cry, my tears finally spilling over, my hands desperately pushing at his broad shoulders to make space. Stop, stop, it hurts—" But he didn't stop. He couldn't. He buried himself deeper, a slow, agonizingly heavy inch at a time, his chest heaving against mine like a wild animal trying to break out of a cage. The sheer, overwhelming force of him filled me completely, stretching me past my limits until I was entirely consumed by him. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice a dark, rough command. I forced my eyes open through the tears. In the moonlight, his face was a mask of agonizing restraint. Veins I had never noticed before pulsed faintly beneath his pale skin, and his jaw was clenched so hard I thought it might crack. He was holding back with everything he had, fighting some unseen, monstrous urge just to keep from breaking me in half. And then, the pain began to morph. The burning ache dulled, replaced by a deep, heavy friction that sent a violent tremor straight to my stomach. As he began to pull back and push in again, the slick warmth of my period blood acted as a lubricant, easing the friction and turning the tearing sensation into a wicked, pulsing throb. "Oh," I gasped, my hands losing their resistance, wrapping tightly around his neck instead. "Do you want me?" he rasped, his pace quickening, the strokes becoming heavier, harder, burying himself deep into my womb with a rhythm that made the piano creak violently beneath us. "Yes," I cried out, throwing my head back as a wave of intense, dizzying pleasure suddenly crashed over the pain. "Yes, Julian, more." That was all it took. The last thread of his control snapped. The movement became a blur of raw, terrifying force. He hit me with a power that lifted me off the keys with every single thrust, his hips slamming into mine with a heavy, rhythmic thud that echoed in the empty room. It was feral. Demanding. He possessed my body entirely, driving me higher and higher into a fever pitch I didn't know existed. The contrast of the cool, metallic taste of my own blood still lingering on my lips and the fierce, burning stretch of him inside me drove me absolutely insane. I dug my fingernails into the leather of his jacket, sobbing his name into the dark as my walls began to tighten, convulsing around him in a sudden, violent climax that left me completely breathless. Julian let out a low, guttural roar—a sound that didn't sound human at all—and drove into me one last, impossibly deep time. I felt the hot, heavy rush of him filling me, a thick torrent of warmth spilling deep inside my core, sealing the impossible bond we had just forged in the dark.