Chapter 52

My breaths come out soft as a hand presses against my shoulder. I groan while trying to open my eyes. My head throbs with pain and my throat feels dry. I feel terrible.

The bed dips beside me and I try to turn over to face whoever it is. I blink a few times, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light in the room.

"Aurora," he whispers my name and I glance up to find Zade beside me, his arms wrapped around me.

I press my face against the crook of his neck and sigh. "I don't feel good."

"I know," he murmurs, his fingers brushing over my hair. "My mother and I were talking about you. We assume her blood isn't working on you because we've shared our blood before and another vampire's blood might not work on you."

I furrow my brows, lifting my head up to look at him. "What does that mean?"

"It means that you're not healing as you should be and you need to heal. I want you to drink my blood, Aurora. It might help you heal faster." he says, placing his hand on my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"Are you sure?" My voice wavers a little, but I try to hide it.

His eyes flicker with a mix of uncertainty and concern. I don't even know if it's the right thing. I heard them before I fell asleep, I know the risks, but he's so willing, so ready to just throw it all away for me.

"Yes," he says, placing a small kiss on my cheek while I still adjust to waking up. It feels like I've been sleeping for days, but I know it's just been hours. "I want you to be okay. I want you to heal and be better."

A trail of heat runs down my spine and I still shiver. I don't know if it's the fever or something else, but it feels like I'm slowly dying.

I turn to him on the bed and place my head against the pillow. He lays on the edge, his body close to mine, and his hand resting on my stomach. I reach out to touch his chest and my fingers brush against the fabric of his shirt.

"How do you want me to drink your blood?" I ask him, my voice coming out scratchy.

"However you want." He says.

I swallow hard, looking up at him. "Will it hurt?"

"No," he shakes his head and smiles. "It won't. It will feel good. For you." His eyes darken, for a split second, but then it changes back.

I give a nod and then watch his hand leave my stomach. He moves it to his mouth and bites down on his wrist. The skin breaks and blood pools out, staining his lips and soon mine.

He leans in closer, bringing his wrist to my lips. "Drink." He whispers, his voice low.

I part my lips and take his wrist into my mouth. The metallic taste fills my mouth instantly. It tastes different than Martha's, sweeter and more intense. My tongue brushes over the wound and I take in more of his blood, swallowing it. It runs down my throat with ease, and it doesn't hurt.

My heart pounds in my chest and I close my eyes, trying to focus on the taste of his blood instead of the pain that still lingers. I drink more and more until I feel full until I can't take any more of it. My head throbs, not with pain but with something else.

I pull away, licking my lips and then opening my eyes. Zade's eyes are dark, darker than before. His gaze is fixed on my lips and he watches me closely. My body feels strange, hot, and cold all at once and it makes me feel uneasy. I know this feeling, it's so familiar—like I'm in heat.

Could I be? It's been so long since the last time I had my heat. Maybe that's the reason why I'm feeling so hot like everything inside me is on fire.

I shift closer to him, and I know he notices it. He looks up at me, his eyes questioning, but I don't answer. Instead, I lean forward and press my lips against his. It's a gentle kiss, soft and slow. He kisses me back, his hands finding their way to my waist and pulling me closer to him. The heat inside me grows, making me restless and I move closer to him, pressing myself against him.

He pulls away, breaking the kiss. "Aurora," he whispers my name. "You're not in the right mind. You're not feeling well."

"I'm fine," I whisper, my fingers brushing against his jaw. "I just want you."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," I tell him, my eyes meeting his. "I trust you."

His lips part, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he leans in and takes my face in his hand, tilting my head up. His lips brush against mine, soft and gentle. I kiss him back, my hands moving to his shoulders.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth and exploring every inch of it. I moan into the kiss, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The taste of him on my tongue makes me feel dizzy.

I pull away, breaking the kiss, and look up at him. His eyes are dark, filled with lust and desire. He looks at me with hunger, like he wants to devour me whole.

"Aurora," he whispers. "Are you sure about this?"

I nod, my hands moving to his shirt and tugging at it. "Yes."

He leans in, his lips brushing against mine. "If you want me to stop, tell me."

"I won't," I whisper, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt before finally undoing them.

I push the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his bare chest. I run my hands over his skin, feeling the hard muscles beneath my fingertips. He leans in, his lips capturing mine in a hungry kiss.

His hands move to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. Our bodies press together, skin against skin. His mouth trails down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses along my skin. His teeth scrape against my pulse point, making me gasp in need. It feels good, so good.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I can feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, growing with each second.

"Zade," I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He growls, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "Aurora," he whispers, his voice low and husky.

I grind against him, desperate for friction. He groans, his hands moving to my waist and flipping me over onto my back. He presses his body against mine, his hard length rubbing against my core.

I slip my hands down to my pants, wanting to take them off. Zade helps me, pulling them down my legs and tossing them aside. I reach out, grabbing his pants and tugging at them till he takes them off and then, he's between my legs, his cock poking against my entrance as his mouth covers mine once more.

A deep growl rumbles in his chest as I wrap my hand around his cock and guide him to my entrance. He thrusts into me slowly, inch by inch, stretching me. I bit down on his lip, drawing another growl from him. His hands shift to my thighs, spreading them open as he starts to thrust into me harder and faster. I arch my back and dig my nails into his skin.

"Fuck," he groans, his cock hitting all the right spots. "You feel so good, so warm."

He grips my thighs tighter while leaning back. I trace my fingers down his chest till I reach the curve of his hip, gripping it tightly as he pounds into me mercilessly. My eyes flutter close and my body trembles beneath him while my pleasure builds inside me.

My insides twist and tighten around him. His cock rubs against my sweet spot, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. His thumb presses against my clit, lightly rubbing it. The pressure on my sensitive nub makes my toes curl in delight. I bite my lip, trying to muffle my moans, knowing there's more than one person in this house. But it's not enough.

"Don't hold back," Zade growls, his hands moving to my breast. "I want to hear you."

His fingers pinch my nipples, sending a surge of pleasure straight to my core. I gasp, arching my back, pressing my chest towards him. His hand moves to my throat, squeezing it gently while his thrusts grow harder, faster, deeper. So deep I can feel him hitting my core.

My breathing quickens, my heart races, my body trembles. I can feel myself slipping into bliss as his cock continues to fill me up completely, hitting every single nerve.

He releases his grip on my throat, allowing me to breathe. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with air. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. My hands reach for his shoulders, holding him.

I look up at him, staring into his eyes. They burn with passion, filled with lust and hunger. His gaze roams over my body, taking in every inch of my flesh. He leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss, biting my bottom lip playfully.

He begins to thrust faster and harder, making me moan loudly. "Fuck," I moan against his lips, feeling myself getting close to orgasm.

Zade grabs my hips tightly, lifting my ass off the bed and pounding into me furiously. His cock slips in and out of me. The pressure builds within me, growing stronger with each passing second. My head spins, my vision blurs, my mind goes blank.

The pleasure inside me explodes.

My walls clench around him, squeezing him tight. He groans, his cock still throbbing inside me. He thrusts deep inside me one last time before spilling himself. His warmth fills me up completely, coating my insides and dripping out of me. It is slow when he pulls himself out of me. Another shuddering moan leaves my mouth as my insides are emptied

I collapse onto the mattress, completely consumed. My body trembles slightly. Zade rolls over, resting his head on the pillows. His chest rises and falls rapidly as his breathing returns to normal. I lean up on one arm and rest my head on his shoulder, running my fingers over his chest gently.

My eyes droop heavily, exhaustion seeping into my veins. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close. "Sleep." He whispers softly.

I press my cheek against his chest, drifting off to sleep once more.

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