My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 62

"Don't come any closer!" Sariel roared, pushing me away from his bed.

"You know, this is the only way!" I cried out.

"I know…" He turned his head away from me.

I could see how he tensely clenched his jaw. I could see him gritting his teeth and doing everything he could to hold back his overgrowing bloodlust, yet it was a battle he was bound to lose.

"The bookshelf… Look for Dante's Divine Comedy and pull the book out a bit…" He panted, pointing at the corner of his chamber.

I didn't know what he meant by that, but I walked over there and found the book. Once I pulled it out, the whole bookshelf moved, opening a secret room hidden behind it. I gasped and looked at Sariel, hoping for more instructions.

"Take the shackles…" he said faintly while stabbing his claws into the bed frame. "If I am to bite you, I need something to restrain my strength…"

I walked into the room. As I entered, the lights turned on. There was a wall-size shelf with peculiar-looking bottles with mixtures and strange substances on it. Standing right in front of me was a massive save, but what caught my attention was the wall on the left. There were all kinds of torture tools hanging there. Chills ran down my spine as I looked at them. Drills, knives, saws, and chains were certainly not what I expected to see in the room next to the bedchamber, but I had no time to dwell on it. There were shackles with massive, wide bangles hanging right in the middle. I grabbed them and ran out of the room. As soon as I was out, the door closed itself.

Sariel glanced at the shackles I brought and smiled bitterly, "Good… You brought the one with silver…"

"I didn't mean to!" I called out hectically, ready to go back inside to look for something else.

"No," he stated while clenching his teeth. He sat in the chair, pulling his hands behind the chair's back, "Put them on me. Do it quickly. I cannot hold myself back any longer."

I flinched, then stood behind him to put the shackles on his wrists. He hissed as the metal touched his skin. I gasped, unable to bear to cause him pain. I shivered. I was terrified. I knew he didn't want to hurt me, but neither he nor I knew what was going to happen when his bloodlust took control of him. I walked in front of him. I pushed back my hair with my trembling hands and exposed my neck. His eyes widened as his pupils glowed in crimson red. He slightly loosened up his clamped lips, letting his fangs grow.

I took a step forward, then sat on top of him, putting my arms around his shoulders. I looked deep into his lustful eyes and leaned over him, letting him reach the skin on my neck. A second later, his teeth pierced my flesh. I gasped. His bite was painful. I felt as if the skin around my neck was burning. A moan left my mouth as my eyes became wet with tears. Sariel fed on me, lustfully draining the blood out of my carotid. I couldn't breathe and instantly felt dizzy as my brain lacked oxygen.

"Stop…" I squeezed out softly, struggling to inhale air into my lungs.

I tried to push myself away from him, but I was losing my strength fast. A sudden thought came to my mind that I would die if he continued. I used all the power I had left to lean back away from him, forcing him to pull his fangs out. I looked at his skin. The blue lines were almost invisible. My blood neutralized most of the poison. I raised my head and met his gaze. He was looking at me with the most devouring stare I had yet to see. He was far from satisfying his bloodlust. He roared, tightening his arm muscles, then suddenly the shackles broke to pieces, releasing his hands. I gasped, and before I could escape, he put his arms around me, pulling me close to him again.

I gulped while my hands uncovered my breasts on their own.

"Good…" He smirked and seductively licked his lips.

He took off his shirt, presenting his perfectly muscled chest and abdominals, then leaned over so that his lips could taste my nipples. His hands caressed my skin in a way I had never experienced before. My body reacted to his slightest touch, filling me with overwhelming excitement. My hands enjoyed stroking his silk hair and cool skin. I wanted him… I wanted him inside me.

He slipped off my panties and spread my legs, his fingertips, and tongue examining every inch of my flesh. I writhed in exciting convulsions as he began to tease my soft spot between my thighs, rubbing it and then entering it with his fingers and tongue. He didn't stop until he forced a loud moan from my lips, a sign of satisfaction that filled my thighs with wetness.

He looked into my eyes. His commanding gaze made me unable to look away. I surrendered to him completely, giving him all of me but greedily wanting all of him. He could clearly sense how aroused I was. Now, I wanted him to want my body as strongly as he wanted my blood.

He took off his pants and pressed his cool, naked skin against my burning body. I shivered in anticipation. His hands once again roamed through the inner side of my thighs, making sure I was ready before he entered. His every thrust sent another wave of exhilaration, and each time I moaned, I fueled his eyes with satisfaction. His lustful grin rose along with my elation. His thrusts became harder and faster. I could barely catch my breath. The intoxicating feeling devoured me completely, taking me to my peak time after time, for I couldn't tell how long until finally, we both sank in pleasure and satisfaction. He embraced me as I had always imagined a lover would. I panted heavily and was close to fainting. He kissed my forehead, alleviating my exhaustion, then looked into my eyes and smiled. A blush painted my cheeks red as if I had only just realized what had happened. I buried my face in his chest. He chuckled, tightening his grip around me.

"You can rest now, my Lilith," he whispered and stroked my hair until I closed my eyes.