Once he was sure she’d taken the first draw from him, he leaned forward, craning his neck down to do the same.He kissed her neck, a light brush of his lips, that she found sensual and sweet.And then he sucked at the blood.
“Ohh,” she moaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Unbelievable.
With that small suck, it felt like his lips were everywhere, over every inch of her body.He began his claiming rhythm between her thighs again and then he sucked more, lapping at the sides of her neck to catch stray drops.Just when she thought her pleasure couldn’t get any more intense…he proved her wrong.
“Take me, luxiva,” he urged, cupping the back of her neck and pressing her forward.His other forearm was braced on the other side of her head and out of the corner of her eye, she saw his muscles shift and expand.He grew stronger from sex, she realized.More powerful.
With a soft cry, she latched her lips over him and began to take his blood.It sizzled into her stomach like whiskey, warming her from the inside, and the burn feltgood.So damn good.
Everything in her world was focused on him, on the pleasure he was masterfully creating between her thighs, on the small space on his neck that brought them even closer together.If any other man had asked her to literally suck his blood, she would’ve told them he was crazy.But this…this was something else.
Cecelia didn’t know if it was the Fates’ influence or the magic of theRilliraxor the power of Luxiria…but this felt natural and primal.
Then something began to happen within her.
Cecelia gasped.ShefeltRixavox.Not just thrusting into her, but she felthim.Inside her mind.His presence was soft at first, just a light touch, but then grew and grew and grew.
“W-what?” Cecelia whispered, pulling away to look up at him.She licked her lips and tasted his blood.“What’s happening?”
“Thefellixix,” Rixavox murmured down to her.“Feel, luxiva.”
And then he plucked the bond between them and she felt it.Suddenly, his desire, his pleasure swarmed her mind and she reached out to accept it with a cry, acting purely on instinct, before she did the same for him, opening up her own mind without truly knowing even how.
Rixavox bellowed into her neck, his thrusts becoming out of sync, jagged.He fucked her thoroughly into the furs and she clung to his shoulders, holding on, as another orgasm washed over her, so wonderful that it was on the edge of being painful.Pleasure and pain and blood and magic and love.That was what thisravraxiaceremony was.
Rixavox was close.
Cecelia could feel the burn of his orgasm building through their blood bond.He was right on the edge and when she squeezed her inner muscles around him, trying to draw out his seed…he was there.
Rixavox’s eyes flared, pumping his hips hard and fast, as his pleasure crested and then exploded.Mindlessly, he fucked her, his cock vibrating inside her with the intensity of his purring growl.Then a moan filled the cavern, Cecelia’s moan, when she felt his hot cum bathe her inner walls, so forceful and powerful that she’d almost mistaken it for a thrust.
He was murmuring down in Luxirian to her, telling her she was beautiful, that she was his, and it took her a dazed moment to realize she understood the alien words.Was it the blood bond at work?
Cecelia smoothed her hands over his back, feeling those delicious muscles flex under her fingertips, as he emptied himself into her, filling her up with his seed.
With a strained groan, he collapsed, only managing to roll to the side at the last moment so he wouldn’t crush her.But he brought her with him so they were lying side-by-side, her leg slung over his outer thigh so that he didn’t have to take his cock out of her.
He was purring so loudly against her, her big, content Luxirian who had just brought her more pleasure than she thought possible.
So many emotions welled up within Cecelia.She was so overwhelmed as she kissed his face and ran her hands over his body that tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes.
Rixavox made an alarmed sound and brushed them immediately away.“I have made you unhappy?” he rasped, his voice so anguished that it made her cry harder.His purring stopped and the quietness seemed deafening.
“No,” she whispered, smiling, pressing a reassuring kiss to his lips, holding them there until she could taste her tears.“No, never.”
“Humans do this when they are sad though,tev?” he asked, frowning.
“And also when we are insanely happy,” she added, pulling away to look into his eyes.His horns were straight and his pupils were dilated.His cock was still hard inside her even though she knew he’d orgasmed like crazy.
Running her hands between them, over his strong pectoral muscles, brushing over his nipple piercings in a way that made his chest rumble, Cecelia felt…home.She’d never really felt like she had a home before.And with him, she knew where she stood, where she belonged.More importantly, she knew who shewasagain.
He’d given her that.
“You are happy with me?” he questioned softly.
“Yes,” she whispered, smiling, unable to keep her hands off him.“How couldn’t I be anything but happy?”
