All Chapters of Sanguine Inclinations: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

HelaineThe look in Evan’s eyes as he knelt between my thighs burned through me. There was a hunger in him that went deeper than his hunger for blood. His lips pressed against the soft skin of my inner thigh, trailing higher as he leaned in.“Look at you,” he sighed, ghosting his nose along my flesh, sending a shiver through me. “You’re incredible like this.”His breath was like a cool breeze, not warmed by natural life like a normal man. The not-yet-familiar sensations caused me to gasp and squirm, and he grabbed my thighs in response, holding me in place as he dragged his tongue through my pussy, tasting me.He hummed as he dipped his tongue inside of me, coaxing out a whimper of pleasure as I buried my fingers in his hair.“Evan,” I moaned, bucking my hips up against his face when his nose brushed against my clit.He didn’t answer me, his tongue too busy moving to flick my sensitive bud as he squeezed my thighs harder.Hard enough to bruise, I hoped. I almost mourned the subtle sli

EvanShe was perfect, her lips stained red with her own blood and what remained of her lipstick, even as the wound I’d made on her tongue closed. The sweet aphrodisiac taste of her blood still clung to my lips and between my teeth, and the thrumming beat of her heart called to me like a siren’s song.She looked like Jesus on the cross, her limbs splayed wide for me, promising salvation from my lonely existence. Before her, I hadn’t thought that I could get close to anyone after the carnage my condition had caused in the past.I never expected to be able to be with someone like this again—to trust myself to hold someone at my mercy. She knew the danger she was in, but she had faith that I could control myself.It was time to prove worthy of her trust.“You’re incredible,” I exhaled, my eyes roaming her body—every inch of it laid bare to my touch.Her pupils were dilated as she watched me stoop to pick up the knife. In the moment before I kissed her, it was only in the way, but now that

HelaineThe knocking on the door grew louder, accompanied by an ugly shout of, “I’m coming in, Helaine!” from my scumbag landlord.“You need to hide,” I whispered, shoving Evan toward the bathroom. “Quickly.”“Why?” His brow furrowed as he stopped in the doorway, his gaze shifting toward the door. “Who is that?”“Jeff—my landlord,” I pressed, looking up at him with desperation in my eyes. “Look, if he knows you’re here, it will create a whole mess that I really don’t want to deal with.”Evan stared at the door a moment longer before nodding, cupping my face in his hand. “Alright, but I’ll be right here if you need me.”“Thank you.” Leaning up, I snuck a quick kiss before shutting the door just in time for my landlord to burst into my apartment, letting himself in with his own set of keys.He’d never been shy about busting in here, whether I was home or not. It was for that reason that I tried not to spend too much time here. I hated the way his gaze was both lecherous and judgmental a

HelaineHe looked down at me with so much reverence in his eyes that I suddenly felt sorry for my canvases. When I painted for myself, I poured out all the hate and pain inside of me, projected in paint, wax, whatever medium I chose.Evan though, as he trailed his hand down my body, smearing the colorful oil paint down my pale flesh, he looked at me like a work of art—like he did when he carved his roses into my skin, only . . . softer, without the lure of my dripping blood tempting him.It made my heart flutter and my cheeks warm as I looked up at him, still coming down from the haze of the orgasm he’d given me.His eyes were careful, thinking, as they remained locked on my body, until his gaze snapped to mine. His head tilted in question, his lips tugged into a playful curve.“Would you like to create some art together?” He dipped his fingers into the palette he’d ruined—before running twin red streaks down my chin. “I’ll replace the paints we use, with a high end brand, if you’d li

Helaine“We should get cleaned up.” His eyes flitted down my body at his handprints all over me in crimson red. “It’ll only be a few hours before my . . . acquaintance shows up at my place.”His lips pressed into a thin, uneasy line. “That is, if she’s willing to help us at all.”The way Evan shifted his weight between his feet did nothing to assure me. Typically, the man radiated confidence, but something about this so-called acquaintance seemed to put him on edge.Of course, the photo didn’t help, I was sure. If I did something to Evan’s soul, I couldn’t blame him for acting strange.But . . . I was only human. The idea of meeting someone who scared my vampire lover wasn’t an easy pill to swallow.“Who is she?” My brow furrowed suspiciously. “I’ve never seen you look this nervous before.”“She’s . . . no one good.” He hesitated, and it felt like he was trying to decide how much to tell me. “But she’s the only one who might be able to give us some answers.”I stared at him for a mome