Chapter 269 Mate Or Meat (Part 2)

“Alex.” Roxana turned to the wall again and he followed her gaze.

“That is just my true form,” he said calmly, gazing down at her again. His eyes were normal again but the raw hunger in them remained. It was thrilling in a way.

In the dark, he took off his robe, revealing his exquisite body before gently reaching for her leg. He grabbed both her ankles and pulled her closer to the edge. Roxana couldn’t understand the strange bubbling in her stomach. Perhaps a mix of fear and excitement.

He took a moment to study and that assured her in some way, before crouching beside the bed while parting her legs. “Alex!” She called embarrassed as she found his face between her thighs.

“Shh…”He said his fingers trailing up her thigh and playing along the edge of her underwear that only covered her most intimate part. “No hiding. Give yourself to me.” He spoke against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh while his fingers began to rub her most intimately over her underwear.

Roxana gave in to the delicious strokes of his fingers, traveling slowly to tease the entrance.

“Oh..” she grasped the sheets, squirming.

Her thighs were about to clasp together but he kept them apart. “Keep your legs open for me, Roxana.” His fingers grazed down her thigh. She shivered. “Or do you want me to tease you all night? Do you want to be on the edge all night?”

“No,” she pleaded.

“Good.” He wore one leg over his shoulder and nibbled at her thigh while his hand moved aside her underwear and his fingers found her aching flesh.

She gasped, her hold tightening on the sheets as two fingers played along wet swollen flesh, causing her to throb with intense need.

“You are so ready for me,” he husked and then slowly inserted two fingers in her.

Roxana’s head began to spin as he took his time to reach inside. Her lips were open in an attempt to fill her lungs while her back slowly arched. “Oh, Alex.”

“Yes,” he said retreating his fingers. “What do you want?” he asked pushing them back inside again.

She threw her head to the side, unable to handle the slow torture. He had to add his hot mouth to all of that, sucking at her thigh again while his fingers continue to stroke deep inside her.

And then she felt his teeth, his fangs penning a warning on her skin of what he intended to do. She quivered with anticipation.

“You like that,” he murmured, his fingers doing some magic inside of her that made her body twist. A loud moan tore from her lips.

“Ah, Alex. I can’t…”

He paused, leaving her on the edge but before she could complain he sank his fangs into her thigh. The pain stung, not as much as she anticipated, perhaps because she had his blood.

Roxana could feel the blood rush down her body, pooling even more between her legs. Her body clenched and her tightened muscles made her feel his fangs inside her flesh.

It pained in a sweet way whenever her muscles clenched around his fangs and his fingers began to work inside of her again.

“Oh..” she threw her head back, her fingers sore from holding onto the sheets. Her body began to rise from the mattress as the pressure inside built up.

He sucked at her hungrily, every pull of his mouth tugging all the way deep into her soul. Her body erupted like a volcano, an unfamiliar sound coming deep from her chest as her body shook, tearing away from him to curl up.

Roxana stayed curled as she continued to convulse and then slowly rolled onto her back again. Alexander loomed over her, looking sinister with his fangs and the satisfied yet starved look in his eyes. It was as if he just wanted more.

“Crawl back,” he told her and she did as told.

He stopped into the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. “Lie down,” he told her as she was on her elbows.

She let herself fall, allowing his gaze to caress her intimately. It was as if he could see things she couldn’t and then he frowned. “Not enough,” he said.

His hands reached under her dress, grabbing her underwear he pulled it down and she lifted her legs, allowing him to take them off. Once they came off she was about to let her legs fall but he played them on his shoulders.

“I need to be deep inside of you,” he spoke.

His voice alone made her gasp for air. She would not die from being eaten but from heart failure.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. Her legs jerked when she felt his hard length against her thigh. Her feet traveled down to his chest but he didn’t mind. He just bent her legs so he could enter her, stretching her slowly.

She pushed him away with her feet involuntarily, but he didn’t fudge. He filled her slowly, holding the back of her knees to go in deeper than she thought was possible. Her toes curled and her eyes widened, searching for his. He was already branding her with his eyes while claiming her body.

When he reached as deep as he could, a silver fire flashed through his eyes. He held her legs still as he began to move, faster, deeper, harder with each thrust. She could see the wildness in his eyes, the darkness behind him, the hunger within as if he could never have enough. Her moans echoed in the room as he pushed her legs aside seeking to be closer to her. She needed that. She needed to grasp something other than sheets. She dug her nails into his back.

“Yes, Roxana. Hold me closer,” he said burying his mouth into the crook of her neck. He bit into her. She clawed at him with a cry, making his back raw but he only seemed to enjoy that.

He kept drinking from her, a pained groan leaving his lips as if he couldn’t stop but she let him. She wanted to know if he would be able to stop. Feeling his struggle increase she felt bad and decided to help when he tore away from her with a painful cry. He poured his frustration into taking her body instead until both of them cried out.