I sit back onto my knees and pull down my boxers, working them off and tossing them to the side. Grabbing her thighs, I bring her ass to settle on my legs.
“Does my girl want me to make love to her instead of ravaging her like the demon she is?”
Her face flushes with color, body smeared with blood, and looking all of the perfect woman I’ve fallen in love with. Both nipples are hard, all her hair is sprawled across the floor and she’s chewing on her bottom lip. This is a picture I want painted, right over our bed so I can praise her like the deity she is meant to be.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
I place my cock onto her groin and abdomen, and grin down at her. “I do love giving you what you want, my love.”
Chapter 54
Xeraphine
Kai grabs my waist and pulls me up off the ground. As he effortlessly sets me down into his lap, he straightens his legs and I situate my knees on either side of his hips.
I’ve always enjoyed giving up the power in the bed to him, because he truly understands how I tick, and what it is that I thrive under. I know powerful thrusts and ravenous fingers, tongues and teeth. Normally, I need pain with my pleasure, but I want something different right now.
As the back of his hand glides across my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear, I’m given a glimpse of the humanity I lost. The gentle I thought I’d have at eighteen, and that I lost no more than a year later.
His hand travels to my neck and pulls me into a kiss, one that is explorative. Like this is the first he’s tasting me, but not the last. The moment his tongue finds mine, he shifts his cock and presses the tip to my center. I don’t hesitate to lower myself, feeling him stretch me and fill what he’s taken so many times before.
My fingers move to his chest, before slowly trailing up his collar to the back of his neck. Our tongues dance as I move myself up and down, feeling the length of him inside me.
He moves his hands, one to my hip as though aiding in my slow movement. It’s not to hurry me along, but to feel the wave and ride it with me. The other moves to my breast, kneading it slowly, as if introducing his touch to my sensitive skin.
When he separates our lips and leans into my neck, placing kisses along the spot where he marked me as his, his fangs pierce into me. It’s gentle, so foreign, but… I don’t hate it.
I’ll never be anyone but who I am, however, is it so terrible to pretend?To be a girl who once saw life in blooming flowers and sunsets over the lake. That’s what this feels like—beautiful and safe.
As my blood flows through him, I clench and gasp through sighs of pleasure. He pushes me down, stopping my movements and keeping himself completely sheathed inside me. His grip on my breast ceases, his hand finding the back of my head and gripping my hair. He pulls mouthful after mouthful of me into him, and I choke on a breath.
My body fully curves to his, and as I settle further into his size, he grabs me rougher, and rolls my hips. I squeeze my thighs against him, feeling that piercing glide across my clit.
I release a needy sound, somewhere between a “Please” and a whimper. My Amoro has been bound to him this entire time, but since he moved me onto his lap, it’s as if it’s left me—now resting with him instead, as though external from me, yet exactly where it’s meant to be. A strange light-headedness washes over me, almost like an orgasm, but without the sensation in my stomach.
It could also be the fact that he’s taking so much of my blood. Every inch of me tingles, warmth spreading through my limbs. I tip my head back, surrendering to the sensations holding me tight, letting them wash over every part of me.
The soft blur over my vision as I stare up at the ceiling pulls me further toward it. It isn’t uncomfortable; I still feel normal and safe. As though, if he had the power to take my life right now, it wouldn’t hurt to slip into the darkness. That it would come with a euphoric relief, and all the pain I’ve suffered would drift away, to become nothing more than a distant memory.
I think we’re both getting drunk on this, because when he finally pulls away, he sways and lets go of me. I can’t get my elbows back in time to catch myself as I fall, and he follows right on top of me.
The small glimpse of his eyes that are consumed by red has me smiling into our kiss. His fingers draw down my hips to the back of my leg where he holds me tight, rolling his hips into me and hitting that sensitive spot inside me. It has me gasping and matching his slightly uneven movements.
I can’t tell if he is the one moving awkwardly, or it’s me. It’s maybe me. My head is feeling thick with fog and a headiness I’m not accustom to. My Amoro is feasting and it’s like the more sustenance he gets, I’m equally matching.
“Xera,fuuuck,” he groans into my mouth, the word dragging as long as his cock.
My hands snake around his back, slipping under his arms as I drag mynails down his skin—not enough to break the surface, but enough to make sure he feels every inch. He thrusts hard for the first time and it knocks the breath right out of me.
He leans back, my heels near my ass as he sits there between my thighs. His head slightly sways, but the smirk he gives me has every bit of my skin on fire. Red smears over his teeth and the inside of his lips, and I know he is drunk on me.
As his hands explore my thighs, he never stops moving in and out of me. I don’t even know how I can focus on anything but that, but I can. I stare at him just as equally as he does to me, and now more than ever, do I understand there is no life after him. I’d never feed from someone else, and could never imagine touching anyone but this man.
Heismy everything, and I do want to marry him.
My body, mind, heart and Amoro align in this moment, and I find an inner peace I thought I’d never experienced.
As if he can sense the sudden shift, his eyes hood, and he reaches down to cradle my face. His other hand supports him beside my head.
