Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

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    “Valentine, you’re still the man you were. Nothing can change that, nothing. I can’t give you the forgiveness that she offered you, but I can give you everything I have. Valentine?”
    She pulled back and frowned when she saw that he had his eyes closed. She pressed her hand into his shoulder to support his weight and grimaced when she felt the blood against her fingers and the scent of it filled the air.
    Panic raced through her.
    “Valentine?” She shook him and he frowned, his dark brows knitting together tightly.
    His eyes fluttered open.
    “What happened?” she said, but realised that he wasn’t going to answer her. Her eyes widened. The werewolf they had fought in the metro station had hit his shoulder. She stared at it. There weren’t any holes in his clothes so it must have only reopened the wound he’d picked up in Paris. “Valentine, you need to feed.”
    He shook his head when she drew the collar of her shirt aside to reveal her neck.
    “Please, Valentine?”
    “No.” He pushed her away. “I shall not... I deserve this.”
    She realised that this had been the reason he’d fallen so quiet. He’d been silently suffering. Did he think this was some kind of punishment for the things he’d done? Did he want it to be that? She wasn’t about to let him punish himself like this that was for sure.
    Grabbing hold of his jacket, she pulled him back to her. She hastily unbuttoned his jacket, ignoring his weak growls and the attempts he made to push her away. She tugged his jacket off his shoulder and then opened his shirt and pushed it out of the way. His pale skin was covered in the dark reddish-brown of dried blood. She could see the deep lacerations in his chest where the werewolf had managed to reopen the wound.
    “Valentine?” She shook him again to rouse him. He frowned at her and bared his teeth. “I’m not letting you do this to yourself. You’re being ridiculous. Either you feed from me, or I’ll go and kill someone and bring them back here.”
    “Child.” He spat the word at her.
    She just smiled and cajoled him into reacting again. “I’ll blow our cover. You have no choice but to drink from me.”
    He shook his head. “I will not hurt you to save myself.”
    “It won’t hurt... I know you won’t let it hurt. I can fix this.” She pointed to the wound. “But I need you to feed.”
    His eyes rolled shut and she caught him when he fell backwards into the couch. She pulled him up into a sitting position again and cleared the hair from his brow. He was so pale. How could she have not noticed it before?
    “Please, Valentine?” she whispered into his ear, her cheek touching his. “You’re starting to scare me. I can’t do this without you. I can’t carry all this weight on my own. I’m not strong enough. I need you here with me.”
    He growled and his teeth sliced deep into the right side her neck. She furrowed her brows and her mouth hung open, her left arm supporting him. He tugged her close to him, pulling her onto his lap. She shifted her knees until she was straddling him and pushed his shirt aside. Closing her eyes, she focused on the feeling of his hard body against hers and the way he was so desperate for her blood. She flexed her fingers and then let them trail across his chest to the wound. She centred the amulet over it and took a deep breath. His fingers dug into her sides, gripping her so tightly that it bordered on painful. Her head spun and a sweep of goose bumps ran over her body. The stars itched and burned, sending pulses of tingles through her that all radiated towards her hand and her neck where Valentine was biting her.
    She bit her lip, her thoughts constantly begging him not to stop no matter how much it was beginning to hurt. She wanted more. She needed more. She tried to focus on the magic and her hand but found it impossible when she felt Valentine’s tongue run over her skin, catching the stray drop of blood that had been running down her chest. She leaned back, giving him better access to it and then clenched her jaw when his teeth scraped against her chest and he moved up towards the other side of her neck.
    Her head fell to one side and she moaned quietly when his teeth sank into her, penetrating her soft flesh. He drew hard on her blood, making her body burn with desire and a hint of pain. The fingers of her left hand wove their way into his hair and she held him to her. She stared at her right hand, her brows knitting and her