But Eilidh…
My soul’s been…renewed. Restored. Rain falling in the desert.
It’s a struggle to keep my voice low, so I don’t scare her, but I haven’t felt desire like this since my loss. “Tell me what you want, Eilidh.Sayit.”
“You. I wantyou.”
I spin us around and dip so I can hoist her up, wrap her legs around my waist, and pin her against the wall while I kiss her. The scent of her arousal thickly filling the bathroom makes my fangs ache and I struggle to keep from sinking them into her sweet flesh.
Which means I keep kissing her, devouring her mouth. Her arms drape around my neck, and her fingers plunge into my hair. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s truly alive, on fire.
She’s fire.
She’s sunlight and passion and warmth, all right here in my arms.
Enough to work its way through my cold, dark soul and bring it back to radiant life.
When I lick along the seam of her lips, they part for me, and then her tongue and mine duel while she grinds against me. I keep one hand on her ass, supporting her, preventing her from impaling herself on me yet. I know if I let her do that, I’ll be completely lost.
I want it to be her decision, but I also want it to be one she won’t regret, not one she made because she was so horny she couldn’t help herself.
She tastes of springtime and honey. I’m addicted to her, even without drinking a drop of blood directly from her sweet, perfect veins.
I can already hear Lucius laughing as I realize I will be dropping a very pretty penny with him to buy every last drop of her blood—straight or blended—in his possession. Because like holy fuckinghellwill I share her in any way with others.
No one gets her butme.
Here’s hoping she’ll have me for life, because I won’t stop until I convince her she’smine.
Letting her lean against the wall for support, I move the hand cupping her head and use my thumb to play with her clit. There she goes, biting down on her lip again—fates help me, she’s perfection personified. A luscious, spankable ass, with curves I can actually hold on to.
Staring into her eyes anchors me to her. I fear I’ll be lost if I let go. Her clit swells as I play with her, making her moan and gasp and rock against me. Her nipples are pebbled into tight peaks, and I know at some future point I’ll be leaving my marks all over her breasts, not just her throat and mons.
“Play with your nipples, love,” I whisper, and she does. She tips her head back against the wall, her gaze locked on mine. Every gasping breath rushing from her fills my ears, and I have no other desire than to make her come.
In my arms, with my strength, she weighs practically nothing. My stiff cock waves in the air, occasionally bumping against her rounded ass as I focus solely on her and her pleasure. Her heels dig into my ass as she rocks against me, and her sweet nectar coats my fingers.
And when her eyes start to unfocus, and her lips part, I know I have her close to the edge. It’d be so easy to notch myself between her thighs and press in just as she’s orgasming, but I won’t do that to her yet.
It matters. Her trust in me matters.
I never want it in the back of her mind that I might one day violate her consent, whether it’s for sex or play or blooding.
I need her to trust me. Ineedthis bond with her.
I lean in until my mouth hovers over hers. “Give it to me, love. I want to hear you cry for me.”
She tips over the edge, every muscle in her body tensing and then uncoiling with a snap that makes my dick twitch and throb.
I don’t stop what I’m doing, though. I keep my thumb right there, still playing with her, her mons and clit and my fingers slick with her juices and making it that much better for her. It takes me a few minutes, but I get her over a second time, swallowing her cries with a deep kiss that tastes better than anything I’ve ever sampled.
As she sits there catching her breath, I’m looking into her eyes while I bring my hand to my mouth and slowly lick my fingers clean, just like I did last night.
Fates!In this way, she tastes even better than her blood.
“What about you?” she whispers, breathless.
I smile. “What about me, love?” Yes, there is absolutely more than a little smug pride coursing through me, that I got her over honestly, without needing to mentally tip her over the edge with my powers.
