Worship me.
So enthralled, I barely feel the tip of his fangs piercing my skin.
But then I hear him. A prayer, a groan, an utterance of worship? I couldn’t say, but the noise knocks my composure.
I gasp, stumble, lose all sensation in my legs, but he’s there.
He has me.
One arm wraps around my waist, and he gathers me onto his thigh, cradling me against his chest. All the while, he never stops those low, guttural sounds of reverence.
And I am on fire.
Alive.
Burning under his touch.
Doused by liquid flames, but without an inch of pain. Pleasant heat engulfs my body, rushing through my bloodstream in a frenzy, sinks into my muscles, licks my skin in tantalising brushes.
Soft French phrases brush against my mind, and it all adds to the heat, to the heavenly inferno building inside my body.
Fuck. If he doesn’t stop soon, I’ll—
“Don’t fight it,”he murmurs.“Se détendre, let it happen.”
Every inch of me is burning, but one spot burns hotter than all the others. Every time he pulls blood from my hand; the tugging creates adeeppulse between my thighs.
The hold around my waist tightens, he draws me even closer, and my thighs rub together.
We moan at the same time. Aloud and in our minds.
My face rolls into the crook of his neck, lips against his throat as I whimper.
“That’s it.”His fingers brush the edge of my breast.“You taste divine and you listen so well.”
The pull of my blood leaving me, the image of it filling his mouth, feeding his body… it’s all too much.
My mouth is against his throat and my teeth follow—I bite him.
He shudders, the tug inside me quickening. I bite harder.
“Merde—mon… I…”
“Fuck,”I gasp against his throat as I come, andkeepcoming.
The world tilts, colours blur, there’s only the thrum of our connection now. I moan, whimper, until I can’t produce a single sound as hot euphoria keeps rushing through me.
At some point, Julien stops feeding, but I’m delirious.
His tongue laps at my palm, his lips trace over the skin, the reverent brush of his mouth placing kisses.
But I can’t move. I can’t speak.
All I know is…
Ours.
“Oh, Red.”
