“Your blood, yes,” Blackthorn purred, his attention falling between my legs again. “But not the sweetest nectar of all.”
The first touch of his tongue made me jerk. My hand fell, fingers curling into his dark hair. A strangled cry escaped my throat. This was definitely not the same as the boy back on my island.
Blackthorn’s tongue swept up my folds, circling my clit before sucking it into his mouth. My legs tried to close on him with the intensity in which he tasted me. Something tight wrapped around each of my thighs, forcing them to stay open for him. Vines. He had his vines holding me down. Something about them made it so much more provocative than having his mouth on my aching center.
His fingers held my folds open, exposing me further to his assault and I knew I couldn’t take it much longer.
“Se...Sebastian,” I croaked, my eyes closing tight. “I... too much.”
His mouth lifted off, giving me a final lick before letting out a low chuckle. “Oh, yes, you can, Mara.” Fingers prodded at my entrance, a single digit slipping inside of me with such ease. My inner walls clenched around it, already wanting something else, something bigger.
“That’s it,” Blackthorn cooed, shifting the digit when I made a particular sound he liked. “You’re doing so well. I think you’re ready for more.”
I pressed my lips together, my head shaking from side to side unable to imagine anything more would be possible. It felt as if my insides were spinning into a tight ball and, at any moment, I’d explode. This was a new extreme feeling compared to the sweet love making I had experienced before.
Suddenly, something wrapped around my neck. Another vine. It wasn’t choking, just letting me feel the heavy weight of it on mythroat, the threat or promise of it, however one chose to look at it. The feel of it somehow made everything Blackthorn was doing to me more intense.
“Yes, I think you can,” he groaned, another digit pressing at my entrance.
I was so wet now that it barely had to struggle to make room for it alongside its brother. A deep ache followed.
Blackthorn’s mouth returning to my pulsating clit, fingers curling inside of me until I was grappling at the sheets. My hands grabbed at his head, unsure if I meant to pull him closer or to push him away until that tightening ball inside of me reached a pinnacle. A raw scream ripped from my throat. My back arched as my hips jerked and my thighs shook.
Blackthorn lifted his mouth. “That’s it, beautiful. Give me a little bit more.”
My heart raced, my chest heaving up and down, unable to get enough air into my lungs as sheer pleasure overcame my senses. Blackthorn’s fingers eased inside of me, dragging out the last bits of my release before removing them.
Eyes locking with mine, he lifted his fingers and sucked them into his mouth. He groaned, his eyes closing briefly. When they opened, he looked, if possible, even hungrier than before.
“I...” I breathed, licking my lips. “I’ve never... I mean, I’ve had sex, but I’ve never felt... that before.”
“Oh, my love, you shouldn’t talk about others now,” he growled, crawling from between my legs and hovering over me, the vine tightening slightly around my neck in warning. “The only one you will remember after tonight is me.”
More vines slipped beneath my back and lifted me up. With very little effort, he made quick work of the ties at the back of my dress, releasing my breasts from its confinement. Blackthorn’s face dropped to my chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth before giving its twin equal attention.
My hands fell onto his shoulders, tugging at his hair.
Blackthorn’s head lifted, and he smirked. “Impatient little thing.”
With more courage than I thought I had, I sat up and reached for him, my hand grabbing at his cock. My brows furrowed, my hand squeezed slightly. He was soft.
Seeing my confusion, Blackthorn pressed himself further into my hand. “I’m a vampire, Mara. Without blood, I’m little more than a walking corpse.”
My mouth dropped open, cheeks burning. “Oh.”
Blackthorn traced a finger around my nipple. “If you would like us to continue...” He plucked at the bud, eyes locking with mine.
I swallowed, licking my suddenly dry lips.
He was giving me an out. Had it been a week ago, I would have taken it. But this time apart had only driven my growing feelings for my captor higher. His words and actions — destroyingherimage for me — soothed any doubts I had about taking this final step with him.
Even if it didn’t last. It couldn’t last. This, I would at least have to remember for the rest of my days laboring in that factory.
My fingers curved along his jaw as I leaned back, drawing his face down to my breast once more. “Feed from me, Sebastian.”
Hand cupped beneath my breast, he placed a gentle kiss on the swell of my breast. He teased the skin with his fangs before he sank them into my flesh.
I cried out. My hand gripped his hair, my already sensitive body growing wet and aching once more.
