Chapter 4: Intoxicating Blood

Moans erupted from my lips as the man began trailing his fingers along my clit, coming dangerously close to my core, then stopping and moving up again. It shook me to my core just how much I was actually allowing him to do to me, but it felt so damn good.

As he pushed himself against me, I could feel his erection rubbing against my leg as pants of pleasure escaped him; it seemed he was enjoying this as much as I was.

"Woman..." He growled, pulling away to gaze into my eyes. "What is this?"

"Hhhmmmm...." I murmured, unable to even think straight. "What is what?"

He seemed perplexed as he continued to study me, like I was some strange creature he had never encountered before.

Even with blood smearing his lips, he looked absolutely enthralling, and my need for him to fuck me grew stronger.

"What do you mean?" I whispered as my body screamed for more. "I don't understand."

Smiling, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine while his fingers continued to move until one slipped inside of me so that he could begin to finger me while his thumb rubbed my clit.

My breath hitched before my moans grew louder and louder until I was crashing into orgasm, and the pleasure that was coursing through me had my entire body convulsing and stiffening due to its intensity.

"See...." He smirked as I lay panting. No woman can withstand me."

"Right." I huffed while my body kept screaming for more.

"Look at you," he smirked, taking a big whiff of what I was sure was the scent of my arousal. "Your expression is screaming for me to fuck you, but that won't happen, not yet."

Pulling away, the man yanked his shirt off, followed by his pants, so I got the perfect view of his muscular frame and his erect dick before he was jumping on me so that his body pressed against mine while his mouth found my neck again.

"Just give in." He growled as his teeth sunk into my flesh, causing the world around me to grow hazy. "I'll be sure to make you feel nothing but pleasure."

Nodding, I wrapped my arms around his neck while spreading my legs enough for his dick to begin to move between my folds.

Together, we moved, making each other feel good until our utterances of passion filled the room around us along with the heat of our bodies.

Before long, I was screaming in agonizing ecstasy until I felt him tense and then lift up just enough to palm himself and pump so that his seed exploded all over my exposed stomach.

Curses and grunts escaped his bloody lips as his cum continued to erupt, until finally he had milked every last drop on my skin.

Afterwards, I drifted in and out of consciousness as the last bit of my high began to wear off. With the pleasure gone entirely, all I could feel now was embarrassment from what my body had gone through.

Beside me, the man sat up in bed, smoking a cigarette, as he stared straight ahead, deep in thought.

"What is it about you?" He murmured more to himself than to me as he took another drag. "Your taste...." He continued looking at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, sitting up slightly and clutching the blanket against my bare chest.

He narrowed his gaze as he searched my eyes for signs of deceit. Satisfied that there was none, he continued.

"I've never had such intoxicating blood." He said, slowly leaning towards me. "It is almost like a drug that leaves me wanting more."

He had grown so close that I could feel his cold breath against my lips as he stared deeply into my eyes.

"What does that even mean?" I asked, still confused. "Are you comparing my blood to an addictive substance?"

He smirked, "It means that I have found myself a new blood source." He said simply, leaning back and putting his cigarette in the ashtray on the table beside him. "Be thankful; you are useful to me and can live a bit longer."

Blood source? So I had not only become a slave to give him pleasure; I had also become his food.

"If that is so, can I at least know your name?" I asked slowly.

The realization that I had just done things with a man that I didn't even know the name of had me beginning to panic once more, and even though I knew it wouldn't make things better, I still wanted to know.

"Elias." He responded, "Elias Langley, first prince of the Allsbrook empire and next in line for the throne."

"Did you just say prince?" I asked, eyes widening. "As in royalty? Kind of a big deal? That kind of prince?"

I had to have misunderstood him somehow. There was just no way I woke up in a prince's bed with no recollection of anything beforehand.

"Yes, I am a prince. Is that so hard to believe?" He looked slightly offended by my reaction. "Everyone knows who I am."

Prince... This guy was not only a mythical creature, but he was also a prince and soon-to-be king of an entire empire. What had I just gotten myself into?

"I am so sorry I spoke so rudely to you!" I gasped, feeling my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. "I didn't...."

"Don't do that." Elias snapped, looking annoyed.

"But I spoke out of turn to someone who is far above me." I insisted as I mentally kicked myself.

Just knowing he was a prince made me realize how lucky I had been to have survived being found. Wouldn't my appearance in his room make me look like an assassin? I couldn't help but blanch at the thought.

Beside me, Elias let out a long, irritated breath. "If you annoy me any further, I will reconsider sparing you."

"Sorry!" I said quickly. "I will stop."

Remaining silent, Elias watched me until he was sure that I wasn't going to continue making myself out to be a fool.

"Thank you." He sighed before reaching over and grabbing another cigarette.

I couldn't help but panic inwardly as I took Elias in. He fit the bill of a prince with his godly looks and cold demeanor. I wondered why I didn't even consider it to begin with; he had even mentioned we were in a palace.

"What are you staring at?" He asked, breaking me from my reverie.

"You." I responded instantly. "I mean, I was." I didn't even know how to save myself by this point.

"I'm telling you now, don't you dare fall in love with me." Elias warned, locking his gaze with mine. "Do remember that this is a master-slave relationship, nothing more."

"Of course." I was well aware that developing any feelings would lead to trouble. "I have no intentions of falling in love with you, I promise."

"Good," Elias said, looking satisfied.

Done with our conversation, he turned his attention away from me as he finished smoking before getting up and heading out of the room.

I watched until he disappeared before allowing myself to get lost in my own head. A lot had happened in the span of mere hours since I had awoken in this strange place, and I was having trouble processing it all.

Sighing I plopped down on the bed, fixing my gaze on the ceiling above. It seemed like I had a lot to figure out.