“You asked me what I would do if you hadn’t killed my brother,” I remind him as I rise from the bed too. “There is nogood without evil, no angels without a devil. And I would rather dance with the devil than float on a cloud playing a harp no one can hear.” I trail my hand down his chest before I fall at his feet.
Valdemar drops to his knees and takes my chin in his hand. “Never kneel before me unless I tell you to,” he says.
He kisses me, softly at first, as if his lips are testing the waters before his hands search my body, pushing my shirt up and grasping at my bra.
Helping him, I pull my shirt over my head, and then my bra joins it on the floor. Valdemar shrugs his shirt off, his skin brushing against mine. This feels different from the night in the library, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the Blood Oath, but it’s closer, deeper, like a ritual we’ve performed over centuries, practised, and perfected, our bodies in tune with each other.When he pulls me into him, I wrap my arms around his neck and thrust my tongue into his mouth, the taste of him making me hum.
“I’ve dreamt of this moment,” he tells me, taking a break from my mouth, his lips travelling down my neck.
“So have I.”
“I don’t mean in the dreams; I mean in my waking hours. I have dreamt of you fitting perfectly in my arms, happy to be here,” he says.
“It’s where I belong. I know that now.” I knew it that day in the prison, the first time he touched me, as my body sang for him and my heart pounded.
“I’ve always known it.”
I tug down my trousers and underwear, and Valdemar helps to pull them over my feet.
Taking his face in my hands, I press my chest against his, a buzz erupting at the contact. Our bodies bind together, arms entwined until I can’t tell where I begin and he ends.
“Then you better fuck me like you own me,” I demand.
I swear he growls, fuckinggrowlsin my ear before leading me back to the bed, pushing me down, and clasping my wrists in one hand above my head.
“Idoown you, angel, and you own me.” His mouth travels down my neck and onto my breasts, momentarily pausing on my nipple, pulling at the swollen bud and nipping with his teeth.
By the time his mouth reaches my waist, the need has grown between my legs, a feral wanting flirting at the edges of my sanity. If he doesn’t do something about this, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands, but I shouldn’t doubt him. There’s no need. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Just as I’m about to grab his head and push it between my legs, he looks up at me and smirks. “You’re about to learn the first advantage of the Blood Oath.”
The roguish grin is back before he dips his head and flicks his tongue over my hardened clit, the buzz of it arching my back and making me gasp.
“You see, angel, I can talk to you with my mouth full, so you can hear all the dirty things that are going through my brain as my tongue fucks you inside and out. How does that sound?”
Through the shiver of pleasure, I manage to reply, “Like fucking heaven.”
His tongue dips inside me, leaving my clit bereft and pulsing with need.
“I could spend an eternity tasting you, and I would remain hungry for more.”
His tongue slides back to my clit, flicking it, circling it, lapping up my arousal.
Fisting his hair, I moan through the waves of euphoria. Flattening his hands on the insides of my thighs, he pushes my legs further apart, spreading me wide as his tongue goes back inside me deeper, and he fucks me with his mouth.
“Valdemar.” My voice scrapes the back of my throat as I try to contain the building orgasm.
“Not yet, angel. I’ve only just started.”
His voice in my head only drives me into more of a frenzy, his tongue everywhere.
“You want me to fill you everywhere, to own every part of you, and I will. You are mine. All of you, and I’ll take every bit of you just as you have taken every bit of me.”
With one long lick, his tongue travels up my centre, landing on my swollen clit as my orgasm breaks through my body like a crack in the ground during an earthquake.
“Fuck!” I cry as I pull at his hair, thrusting in his face as the throes of ecstasy rack my body. Valdemar grips my hips, pushing his tongue ruthlessly inside me as I come.
I’m shaking, the aftershock of such a powerful orgasm still flaring over my skin as he pulls away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
