Khent sniffed. “I’m busy. Come, Valentine.”
He didn’t give her a chance to argue and pulled her with him toward his room.
Once inside, he slammed the door behind them and turned to face her.
She had questions of her own. “What hap?—”
He didn’t give her a chance to finish. He kissed her, his touch electric, searing all thought from her mind. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his smile as his lips curled over hers.
A fang nipped her lip, and the tiny spark of pain only enhanced the pleasure surging through her. His hands were everywhere, cupping her breasts, sliding down her hips, then between her legs, plumping her clit before his finger slid inside her wet heat.
Before she knew it, she faced the bedroom door, her pants and panties at her feet, while Khent lifted her higher to slide into her from behind.
Unlike their last encounters, where he’d nearly driven her insane by taking his time, this taking was rough, and so incredibly erotic she started coming before she’d realized. He swore her name and murmured something while he fucked her, his tone possessive.
His touch all-consuming.
As he surged once more and filled her with warmth, he bit the crook of her neck and sucked.
She couldn’t breathe, caught in a web of such extreme pleasure she felt faint.
A well of connection cemented their bond, an exchange of energy she felt leaving her. But she willingly let it go, accepting its loss even as she drew Khent into her on every level.
Death and life, a mix of pain and pleasure swirling inside her while Khent moaned and sucked down her blood, giving her so much ecstasy she lost herself to the moment, blacking out.
Val blinkedup into a darkened room to see Khent staring down at her, the pair in his bed and naked. Skin to skin.
He watched her stare up at him and nudged her thighs wider.
“Khent?” she whispered.
He murmured what sounded likemeritwhile he entered her.
She gasped, staring at him while he took her, the intimate act leaving her no room to hide, her every expression exposed.
But the same went for Khent. He seemed enthralled, lost to passion and to Val as he surged in and out of her, his movements growing faster, his eyes bright red, his fangs out.
“Fill me,” she said, dragging her nails down his back.
He swelled inside her, moved even faster, and had her coming around him so hard she saw stars, tugging that bond of energy connecting them so that he climaxed and held her close, staring through slit pupils. A demon lover, more beast than man, though the reaper felt so familiar to Val. A part of her she’d been missing for so long.
The uneasy power that roiled inside her settled. Val imagined her own inner beast purring, so pleased with the vampire lover who made her lose her mind when he kissed her.
Still lodged inside her, Khent felt a part of her. So right. She had trouble believing so little time had passed since they’d been intimate. It felt as if she’d known him forever. From before she’d been born, which made no sense.
Val wasn’t one for reincarnation or prophecies. Hell, her life was weird enough. She had a vampire inside her, and she still lived.
She shifted, and he withdrew finally, still semi-hard. He rested his cock on her belly, and she had to reach down to touch him, thrilled when he shivered above her and closed his eyes.
The ability to affect Khent gave her a sense of power. The reaper barely tolerated anyone. He’d never seemed afraid of her or influenced by her. But now…
“Valentine, I’m consumed with you,” he growled and blinked his eyes open, the irises still a blood-red.
“It must be the magic of sex,” she teased, wishing the marks she’d left on his back had remained. She felt nothing but smooth skin as she petted him. No sign he belonged to her.
Which is stupid. I do not want a vampire as a pet.
A lover, on the other hand…
