Haunting-Adeline

the balls for it, but I couldn’t li my leg an inch if I tried.
“What are you going to do?” I choke out, the stu er of my words in sync
with the beat of my heart.
His hot breath fans across my cheek, and I feel the glide of his lips
alongside my jaw. I swallow, but I nearly choke from how dry my throat has
become. Those lips descend to the column of my neck, ski ering along
un l he pauses on the spot right below my ear.
“I’m going to claim you,” he says, right before his teeth clamp down.
My back arches involuntarily, repulsion and pleasure marrying in my
nerves, sending misfires to my brain. All coherent thoughts escape from my
mind as a result, leaving me with nothing but basic ins nct.
He groans, his teeth piercing as his tongue laps at my flesh. My mouth
opens, a silent scream suc oned away just as his mouth does the same,
drawing in deep like he’s drinking the essence from my body. And then he’s
pulling back, dragging his teeth along my skin as he lets go, leaving the spot
smar ng with pain.
My hands press into his chest for stability or to push him away, I am not
sure. Though my ques on is quickly answered when ins nct coerces my
hands to curl, gripping his hoodie ght and anchoring myself to him as if
he’s my lifeline. When really, he’s the one who’s killing me.
Severe shivers wrack my body when he licks a wet trail down to the
juncture of my neck. He pauses, and it feels like my body is hanging over a
pointed knife. I hold my breath, the an cipa on ra ling my bones.
And then he’s bi ng down again, pulling an animalis c sound from the
depths of my chest. He does this, over and over, leaving a trail of bruises
down my neck and across my shoulder.
I’m breathless by the me he pulls away.
“Good girl,” he breathes, his own voice airy. Somehow, that makes me
feel worse. I want him to hate it as much as I should’ve.
I can’t explain why I do what I do next. I’ll ask God later. But in that
moment, I’m so overcome with a tsunami of emo ons that I reach up and
bite his cheek.
Hard.
Blood spurts into my mouth, but I don’t care, I just bite harder.
Maybe I want to hurt him back. Give him a taste of his own medicine.
Make him feel whatever I feel.