Cold hearts, Warm beds

Chapter-4

Am I the cursed child? Isn't Harry Potter the cursed child? Funnily, I have always imagined myself as a cursed woman and not as a cursed child. However, nothing is funny about the situation I am in now. The vampire daddy looks mighty turned on and now angry too. I don't fancy being killed when I am only a couple of centuries old. And yes, I have daddy kink. Don't judge me. He looks in a dilemma but that doesn't stop him from playing with my boobs like he means business. I wish he decides fast. With the rate, he is going on at I won't be able to stop if he keeps on doing whatever he is doing to my n****e right now. I imagine myself coming and then he kills me while I am enjoying my high. To, think of it, that'll be a good way to go. It won't hurt as much at least. if not at all. His feral scary groan brings me out of my reverie. He gives me a "f**k it" look and then takes me into his arms and kisses me again. I open my mouth more than happy to let his tongue invade my mouth. I hold his shoulders and love how taut and strong they feel against my touch. He does away with his black tee and blue jeans all the while still either kissing or touching me.

He suddenly pushes me on the bed and enters me even before I have had a chance to even look at him properly. I gasp and I forget how to breathe. He reaches somewhere deep inside me, a place I did not even know existed until now. Is he inside my f*****g womb? I fervently hope that he doesn't come inside me. I don't want to die with a baby inside me. He starts moving inside me and I lose the ability to form any coherent thought. He feels so good I actually wouldn't mind dying if he kills me right now, I swear. I think he is enjoying me too. I mean he might not, but I think so solely on the primal sounds he is making right now. He pushes deep inside me and I scream. Yes, this is a f*****g good way to die. He does that once more and I think I am crying in pleasure and pain but I cannot be sure. I mean, I wouldn't be sure of my name if you ask me right now. He plunges deep into me once more and we both come together.

I feel like jelly after I am sure of being alive. I swear I thought the s*x would have killed me. I would die of pleasure. This was better than any time I had had s*x before. Wow. This was unreal. The amazing on bed vampire alpha is just lying on top of me and now I think I am gonna die by being squeezed under his body weight. Which is definitely how I don't fancy dying but I am too scared of him again now that I can think straight.

He is panting. I am frozen waiting for him to realize how bloody heavy he is. But in all honesty, he feels amazing and he smells delicious. Had I been on top of him instead of him on me I would have fallen asleep. I strangely feel safe and peaceful hearing his heartbeats. After a few minutes, I realize it is sort of attuned with mine. I mean I know, right now you must be thinking how f*****g delusional I am, I mean I think so too! But he feels so good and so in sync with my biology ... umm.. maybe chemistry... f**k it... Whatever it is, it definitely something I could get used to. I hope if he is planning to kill me he kills me now, because right now, like this. I wouldn't mind dying. I would die happy if this is how I get to spend my last few minutes on this planet.