My hands fly back to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick, dark strands almost of their own volition. I hold on as he devours me, his mouth branding me with wet, relentless heat. He sucks my clit into his mouth, applying a perfect, rhythmic pressure that has my hips bucking off the mattress, seeking more.
Oh Goddess—it’s so good! Almost too good. The pleasure builds so fast it's dizzying—a coiled spring winding tight in my belly with every lap…every suck…every deep plunge of that incredible tongue inside me.
I'm tugging—no, pulling his hair—in time with the frantic rocking of my hips, lost in the sensation. Then, a sliver of clarity pierces the haze of pleasure surrounding me.
Oh Goddess, what if I'm hurting him?
The thought is a cold splash of guilt. I force my fingers to unclench, letting go of his hair, smoothing the strands instead.
Valen stops immediately and lifts his head to look at me. His mouth is glistening, his eyes flaming with desire and confusion.
"Why'd you stop, baby?"
"I… I was pulling too hard," I pant, shame heating my cheeks. "I was afraid I was hurting you."
A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face, flashing his fangs. He leans up, bringing his lips to my inner thigh, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss there.
"Hurt me, sweetheart," he growls, the words a hot promise against my skin. "I fucking love it."
The raw want in his voice seems to charge something inside me. A moan falls from my lips and my hands dive back into his hair, fisting tightly, yanking his head back down to where I need him.
A rough, approving sound rumbles from Valen’s throat.
"That's it," he growls. "Use me. Fuck my face. Come all over my tongue, Princess. Do it."
I'm so close. The coil of pleasure in my belly is a white-hot wire, ready to snap. And hearing his command pushes me over the edge.
At last my pleasure peaks and washes over me like a rainstorm. My body tenses and I see stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Oh, Goddess! Valen! Yes—yes!” I moan, my back arching and my toes curling as I grip his hair and grind shamelessly against his mouth, riding his tongue through the waves of pleasure. My grip on his hair is surely painful but Valen doesn’t seem to mind. He drinks it all in, a groan rumbling in his throat as he laps me.
Just as the last tremors begin to fade, as I'm sinking back into the mattress, boneless and spent, he moves.
His mouth leaves my oversensitive flesh and travels an inch over, to the soft, trembling skin of my inner thigh. I feel the soft press of his lips and the hot swipe of his tongue…then, the sharp, pinpoint pressure of his fangs.
Then he bites.
It's not like the gentle nips from the last few nights. His fangs sink deep—a swift, piercing invasion that makes me gasp. There's a split second of bright, clean pain—and then it melts…transforms…ignites. A wave of heat—different from the climax but just as potent—floods my veins, radiating out from the twin points of penetration. It's a dizzying, intoxicating rush—a feeling of being connected to both Valen and his Drake.
I can feel the pull of his mouth as he drinks—a steady, rhythmic suction that draws the blood from my body straight into his. And with each pull, a corresponding throb of pleasure echoes deep in my pussy, which was already fluttering with aftershocks of him making me come.
The sensations merge and intertwine—the carnal intimacy of his feeding and the raw, sexual pleasure he just gave me mixing to form an even more potent sensation.
A second peak of pleasure crashes over me—unexpected and devastating. It's softer…deeper—a rolling tide of warmth and release that has me crying out weakly, my body bowing off the bed.
“Oh, Valen—oh, Goddess!” I moan.
My hands—still tangled in his hair—don't pull now. Instead, I cradle his head to my thigh as he takes what he needs…as he sends me to the peak all over again.
Finally, his suction slows. He releases my thigh with a soft, wet sound, licking the twin wounds gently to heal them. He lifts his head, his lips smeared crimson. His eyes are glowing faintly, dark and filled with possessive wonder as he looks up at me.
He crawls up my body, the taste of me—of my blood and my pleasure—on his breath as he kisses me, deep and claiming. When he breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine, breathing hard.
"Mmm, Princess," he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You’re fucking delicious.”
I snuggle against him, trying to catch my breath, loving the feeling of his arms around me. I want to tell him how I’m feeling…but to be honest, I’m not quite sure about the emotions swirling inside me. He’s supposed to be my enemy and after we complete this quest and I get the Healing Draught, we’ll go our separate ways.
For the first time, I begin to realize I don’t like that idea. I don’t like the idea of never seeing Valen again after this is all over. I just don’t know how to put it.
