Our kisses are warm, wet, and breathy. Each is more eager than the last, deeper. Sensual.
His arms tighten around me. All space between us is gone. Bodies tense, hot, and yearning.
I twist, pushing him down onto the bed. My legs are still on either side of him, hands on his chest for support. I study him underneath me in all his glorious perfection. Ruvan knows he is the subject of my inspection and practically preens. He places his hands behind his head, the muscles of his back stretching on either side of his chest in a quite glorious V shape.
“Do you like what you see?” He cocks his head slightly.
“Very much.” I roll my hips, the sensation of pulsing heat delicious. I want to replicate it a thousand times over.
“Careful with that.” His hands move to my hips, fingers curling around my backside. “You’re going to make me want more.”
There’s a touch of darkness to his words that I relish. I’m torturing and teasing him—us—and,old gods, I love it. I lean down to whisper in his ear.
“What if I told you that’s my goal?” A sexual creature within me has been awakened by him. I have never met this Floriane before, and now I want to spendhoursmeeting her.
Ruvan opens his mouth to speak, but I silence him as I move my hands down his chest, farther down, still, over his lower abdomen. My body moves with them, shifting back. I kiss his face and move to bite his neck, as hard as I dare. Then I follow my hands with my mouth, biting and licking, all the way down to the point that I have slid between his legs.
His muscles tense. I explore at my leisure. I learn. With hands and mouth I have him right where I want him. The vampir lord is my willing prisoner and I move with agonizing slowness. I listen to his throaty breaths, his gasps. I am victorious when I elicit a moan. What I lack in experience I make up for in eagerness and attentiveness. I remember how good he made me feel when he stroked me between my thighs and I wish to do the same for him.
Right as his breaths are becoming ragged, he sits upright. With a growl he twists us; we tumble back. He moves down my body, ending between my thighs. He explores me with his fingers and tongue in places I have never even ventured myself.
Heat builds within me. It’s too much. This is far beyond anything I’ve ever known. It’s everything and not enough. It’s building and building until I break with a cry.
Ruvan moves to hold me, just as he did the first time I shattered against him.
When I’ve caught my breath, I dare to speak. “That was amazing.”
“Oh, my dear bloodsworn,” he whispers against my lips as my chest is still heaving, my mind still swimming in a euphoric haze. “Thatwas only the beginning. I cannot wait to see what madness I will push you to with the rest of me.”
I don’t have a chance to respond before he’s on top of me in a blur of movement, his hips between my legs. We shift, finding positioning on instinct and the guidance of his firm hands. He leans over me, eyes locked, searching. Tilting his head, he dips down and penetrates me with body and fang.
Momentary pain. He bites harder. An explosion of pleasure. We are joined in body and blood and spirit.
The sounds of our passion fill the room. My fingers dig into his back, the duvet, the pillow. I can’t find anything solid to hold onto; I’m floating away. My eyes roll back and I shudder. I’m drowning in his pleasure and power. These are new depths I never want to emerge from.
I lean forward, slightly. My lips close around the flesh of his neck where it meets his shoulder. And I bite.Hard. He hisses as I draw blood.
Yes, give it to me, I think. The voice from battle is back, but different. It is my own now. I am that voice calling for more,more! Give me everything.
Give me pleasure. Give me pain. Break me. Make me.
Ruvan, I am yours.
CHAPTER38
We lie in bliss.Our flesh is mended but raw from biting. We have engorged ourselves on the other. Bodies slick and souls full.
I stare at the ceiling and listen to his breathing. We haven’t said a word yet. The last sounds to fill the room were moans and movement.
“Floriane.” He finally breaks the silence. “That was a lot…are you all right?”
I turn to face him. I find I don’t mind seeing him on the pillow next to me in the slightest anymore. The voices that told me to feel shame for what I have done have finally been silenced, once and for all. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“A woman’s first time can be painful and I worry I should have gone easier on you.”
“Blasphemy.” I smirk slightly. “If I needed more breaks, or more tenderness, I would’ve asked. I wanted exactly what you gave.”
“Good.” He shifts onto his side and runs a fingertip down my arm. Even still, it leaves tingling in its wake. “Are you satisfied?”
