by Liza James
She’s never fed from me in any place aside from my neck or wrist. But it’s when her eyes meet mine, drenching my soul with her thirst and need for blood that I know it’s coming.
Instantly, she pulls back, dark veins spiraling our under her eyes when they darken and become consumed with her own desire. She lunges forward, her fangs sinking into my inner thigh, just below my pussy that I launch upwards, gasping as the sting rips through my blood and ripples through my entire body.
I cry out, just before the wave of euphoric bliss lashes through the pain and envelopes me in everything that is her instead. I fall against her bed again, sensing the draws of her feeding from my vein with every heated swallow. My back arches off the mattress, my fingers falling to tangle in the loose strands of her hair as everything shifts around me.
The energy thickens, the air turns light, my blood lights on fire and ices over at the same time. The bond between us surges, thriving in this moment harder than it ever has. It ties us together as both the prey and predator. It’s the union of two complete opposites, creating a harmonic fusion that’s unmatched to anything I could ever imagine possible.
She pulls out of my flesh for a moment, her wild eyes meeting mine as crimson blood stains her sweet lips. “You’re mine,” she states firmly, confidently. “Only mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” I tell her and she rewards me by sinking her fangs into me once more, this time even closer to my pussy and her free hand slips inside of me at the same time.
I can’t even take the oceanic waves of orgasm building inside of me. It’s too much, a hurricane of explosions that begin cresting too rapidly for me to stop them. But I try, God, I fucking try to. Using every ounce of my own strength to hold them back as I look to her and watch as she fucks me deep and rough while she eats.
“Let them go,” she urges, pausing between swallows to finally give me permission. “Come for me, Skilla. Let me taste all the ways I own you.”
The second her agreeance is spoken into the air, my body and blood respond accordingly. One orgasm immediately rips through me, a catastrophic detonation that travels from my pussy and out through every inch of my body. She doesn’t stop pumping inside of me though, doesn’t cut off that blissful pleasure her Bite gifts me, and a second and third orgasm are quick to follow through right away.
I’m practically screaming, any semblance of potential quiet being taken from me uncontrollably. I can’t help it, my lips part and words I can’t even decipher spill forth with every cry and whimper and beg I release.
She lets me ride every orgasm out on her touch, filling herself and coming by the simple taste of my blood as I break because of her.
In the moments that follow, she shifts over me and pulls me into her arms. The energy shifts between us from this kinky, probably toxic twist of our sexual encounters into an array of passion and love and connection.
We constantly ride this balance. Drifting between waves of demonic natural instincts, surrendering to dark and bloody desires before countering it with love and light and union.
When I think back over what we’ve become together, over the life we’ve created in such a short amount of time–I realize I accomplished exactly what I meant to that night I dared enter the Kink Club of Pandora’s Box.
I wrote my own story. Created my own identity. And in the same breath, met the one soul destined to unite with my own.
Who would have thought I’d discover a world filled with Demons, Fallen Angels and Harems.
And that my Fated connection would be destined to the soul of a Vampire.
I feel like I’m saying hello to all of you again for the first time, in a strange way. It’s been seven months since my last release and that number grew so quickly, I didn’t catch it passing me by.
Skilla’s story was one I never anticipated writing, if I’m being completely honest. She was never supposed to have a larger voice than the one she had in Vibe and Hush. But I had so may readers reach out in regards to her character, to her own story, that I knew it had to be bigger than what I had originally seen.
Cue Na’amah and the Four Queens.
Now, that idea had been one I’ve marinated on since I first wrote Fated. Skilla was honestly too large for the contemporary side of Pandora’s Box anyway. She had already surpassed those relationships, outgrown the boxes of what normality had placed around her.
She was a trouble maker, seeking validation and connection through chaos and toxicity.
She needed Na’amah. And Na’amah needed her to truly humanize her nature once again.
It’s funny, ending a book and feeling proud of your characters. Because in your head, they’re real people with real problems and genuine trauma and beautiful connections.
So, my first thank you goes to them, for showing me how valid the journey is in writing your own story. For proving that strength is discovered from within, and transformation can take on thousands of different outcomes. But for also showing me that ultimately, surrendering to your own beauty–in all shapes and forms–is never the wrong decision. Acceptance and self-love will set you free and allow you to become exactly who you are meant to be.
My next thank you goes to my readers. Without you all, writing these stories would be nothing more than scribbled and strewn notebook papers lost to the abyss of my disorganized mind. While everything I write comes from my heart, you all love and accept me so willingly, despite my mistakes and breaks between releases. Especially with what the last year has looked like for my role in the book world–I appreciate and love you all more than you’ll ever know.
Special special shout out to the Cult Sluts. You guys have stood by my side throughout all of the last two, wild and unpredictable years. Every day something changes, every new moment, I’m needing to adjust or write something else or disappear for a while. Not a single thing compares to the fact that you all have stood by me through absolutely everything. I love you guys.
Next, I’d like to give a massive shout out to my PA, Abby. You have ridden this rollercoaster with me and have been so readily available whenever I’ve needed you or thrown you into the midst of a sporadic release. Thank you so much, I’m so grateful to have you.
Vanessa, thank you so much for reading through Frost when I was terrified it was going absolutely no where. You gave me the encouragement and words I needed to hear, and you kept me on track when I felt like giving up. Thank you.
Ashlee, you are always phenomenal with my graphics and aesthetics. Despite my late night lists of last minute additions and the fact that I am the worst texter of all time. You’re always there, always ready, and always blowing my mind with your next creation. Thank you so much.
Amy. I love the team we make so much. Your edits and your comments give me life, and you force me to look at things with such a different perspective. You’ve been a teacher and educator in the growth of my writing. I am so thankful for you.
Babe. Tristan. My partner. You, sir, have been such an inspiration to this story. Thank you for sitting by my side as I spent 12 hours a day writing. Bringing me coffee and food and helping me plot out so many of these scenes is something I will always be grateful for. You are constantly willing to grow and explore with me, I hope you know that means absolutely everything.
K. You’re my best friend. I feel like that says everything. You already know. I will always be thankful for us.
Read more from the Fated Series here:
Fated (Book #1)
Descent (Book #2)
Echo (Book #2.5)
Read more from the Pandora’s Box Duet (F/F) here:
Vibe (Book #1)
Hush (Book #2)
Contemporary Sports Romance:
Meant for More
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