Val brushed her smaller body against his, awash in his aura. Though powerless to make him do what she wanted, she tugged at his shoulders for him to bend forward.
He did, and she kissed him.
Her mind went blank as raw hunger consumed her.
Khent reacted as if she’d set him on fire. He spun her around, her back against the wall, and held her up by cupping her ass so they could continue their kiss.
She ravaged his mouth, taking as much as he gave, an exchange of desire she’d never felt in her life.
He groaned, and the sweet sound accompanied words in a forgotten language as Khent slowly took charge. His seduction was anything but subtle, yet she couldn’t stop herself from moving where he positioned her, bending her neck so he could suckle there before he gently nipped her throat.
The small bite made her moan with pleasure, and he sucked her in, a whisper of a kiss over her wound before he pulled her under him…on his bed.
She gasped, not having expected the speed and strength of his move.
He stripped her clothing away piece by piece, leaving her in nothing but the vampire draped over her.
“Ah, I see it now,” he murmured, his power blazing.
“It?” she whispered, wanting to see him as well. She ran her hands through his hair, enchanted when he closed his eyes and tilted his head so she had better access. The strands felt like satin, dark as night and clean, the smell of life and death so intertwined. A fine cologne she could linger in forever.
Khent’s hands kept moving, and before she knew it, he was naked as well.
She stared at him, aware of his surprising muscle. He always appeared sensual and graceful in his clothing, not as ripped and, well, hung, as she could now see.
“I hunger for you,” he admitted with awe.
Not anger, not sarcasm or belittlement.
She wondered if she might be dreaming. None of this seemed real.
“Is this a dream?” she asked out loud.
“I don’t care,” he growled and kissed her once more.
He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, and she felt liquid warmth all over, so aroused she feared she’d come too soon from some sensual petting.
His mouth left her lips to nuzzle her cheek.
She automatically turned her head, giving him access to her throat. Wanting him to bite her so badly…
Instead, Khent slid down her body and put his mouth between her legs.
“Wh—Yes,” she managed on a cry as she shattered into a million pieces. And Khent kept lapping her up, licking her through the orgasm that refused to stop.
Without pause, he glided up her body and in one push slipped inside her, his cock thick and long, as if made for her. Khent didn’t give her time to come down. Instead, he pulled away, then thrust as deep as he could go.
She arched up into him, her body clamping down around him while he rode her. Slowly, with heavy, unhurried thrusts while she continued to come, her body locked in ecstatic spasms until he shoved one final time and whispered her name.
The feel of his climax settled over her like a warm rush of rain, cleansing her from the inside out, his seed and his power enhancing her pleasure. She felt high, Khent the drug of choice that made little sense. That someone so in control of death could make her feel so fuckingalive.
He clutched her to him and pumped again, moving in and out though he’d just come.
“Khent.Oh, yes. Please.”
“Yes, Valentine. Take all of me.” He fucked her harder and stared into her eyes, mesmerizing with his pleasure.
He shocked her by nipping his lower lip with his fangs, then lowered to kiss her.
