Free Feral: Book Two by Velvet DeHaven

my fingers fisting in his silky hair as I met him thrust for thrust. "Simon! Oh sweet fucking God. Simon…" My breath came out in uneven pants as he pounded in and out of me, over and over, faster and harder. "Simon… Now!" I hissed. "Fuck! Please…”
    It seemed that was all the invitation he needed, and I felt his sharp teeth bite low on my neck, sinking quickly through the flesh to the vein beneath. The sting from it made me gasp in pain, but it was gone almost instantly as he took a long pull of my blood. My body responded immediately to the intimate act, shuddering almost violently as I approached my peak, and when he took a second strong draw of blood, I squeezed my eyes shut and came hard, screaming and thrashing in the throes of divine ecstasy, as my pussy constricted around his cock. Even through the heavy blanket of pleasure, I could feel him explode deep inside me, my clenching passage steadily milking him of every drop of his come.
    I laid there panting and sighed contentedly as one hand rose to cup my cheek. When I felt his lips brush over mine lovingly, I opened my eyes and immediately raised my hands to his face, my thumbs caressing the delicate skin below his eyes, and I frowned when he bowed his head. I slid a hand over his jaw and lifted his face, whispering his name so he would open his eyes and look at me. When he finally did, I gazed adoringly at him. "Simon Treviso, you… are… absolutely… beautiful."
    At my words, a small smile curled the corner of his lips. "Amore mio. T'amo. T’amo tanto."
    For the first since meeting the stunning vampire, I saw something that I had never seen in his eyes before: pride. Pride in himself, pride for what he truly was. It was mixed so clearly in the adoration and love that glowed in his now bright red eyes.
     
     

FIVE
     
     
    I was unsure of how long we had laid there, tangled together on the covers, but after what seemed like an eternity, I moved so I could gaze up at his face and gasped in astonishment when I saw his irises.
    "What is the matter, cara mia ?" he asked, concern evident on his face and in his voice.
    "Your-your eyes aren't red anymore," I said as I leaned in closer to look. "Well, not bright red like before. They're more of a dusty-rose color."
    He looked supremely unsurprised, which in turn surprised me more. "I was quite certain the effects would not last long—not initially, anyway—given that I did not take that much of your blood. Plus, my body was able to quickly metabolize your blood due to your emotions and, to an extent, our connection."
    I was not quite sure what he meant, and it apparently showed because he blurred away, grabbing an extra blanket and wrapping me up in it when he flashed back before he explained. "Fear and love are two of the strongest emotions known to almost all creatures, but they act in completely different ways. Fear is an emotion that bears resistance, the urge to fight, to defend… whereas love, true love, is an emotion that bears only compassion and acceptance. Our bodies metabolize blood by both the physical components of it as well as the emotions.”
    He stroked his hands down my arms before rolling me over onto my back, gazing down at me with a look of worship that practically stole my breath. "Emotions," he whispered as he licked the shell of my ear, "are what help, or in most cases hinder, the rate at which the blood is metabolized. Most creatures, mia amore , are not like you and are not too keen on us draining their life force from them."
    "So fear makes it harder for your body to absorb the blood," I repeated. I was intrigued and wanted to learn as much about my mate as possible, and considering I would be becoming a succubus in a few years, it did not hurt to have a heads up. "So I'm guessing it has to do with the exact hormones in the bloodstream?"
    "Yes," he said with a smile. "It's a very long and complicated explanation, but…"
    I smirked as something suddenly occurred to me. "The Great Simon