A desperate cry left my swollen lips, and he sucked my blood in a long pull, intensifying the orgasm. My body hummed with satisfaction, and he pulled his fangs from my neck.
“Fucking hell,” he grunted. “You feel better than I thought you would.”
“You thought I’d feel bad?” I stared up at him with my lips in a pout.
“I thought you’d feel bloody perfect, but you feel so much better than that.” His lips captured mine, and he swallowed my moans while he fucked my body into the mattress.
My body took his vampire strength with ease now that my demon prowess had awakened.
I flipped us over, and his eyes widened. The dragon and tattoos inked into his skin were the biggest fucking turn-on to me. Reaching out, I traced a finger over them, and he shivered under my touch.
We locked gazes, and he bit down on his bottom lip, waiting for me to make my move.
“I love the power I have over you,” I whispered, sliding myself down on his cock, taking him all the way. My wetness made him easier to take, and my clit throbbed.
“I have power over you too, Poppy.” He brought his calloused hands up to cup my breasts, and I moaned as he molded and reshaped them. Heat flushed my body, and sweat collected on my lower back as I rocked myself back and forth, building the friction my clit desperately needed.
My arousal flooded into Blaise like a leaky tap, and I had no intention of stopping it. Bringing my lips down to meet his, I sucked in the burning hot essence of his energy as we kissed, tongues entwined together. It trickled down my throat, quenching the hunger inside me.
He gripped my hips, thrusting up into my pussy relentlessly. The build-up was steady, climbing higher and higher until it hit.
My composure shattered, and I cried out as my orgasm tore through me.
“Fuck, Blaise, fuck!”
His hips stuttered before coming to a stop against me, and his thumbs rubbed circles on my hips, nursing the aftershocks of my climax.
“Bloody beautiful,” he rasped, staring up at me with eyes thick in emotion.
I grinned, slipping off him and cleaning up with a stray clothing item. “Says you.”
He held his arms out with a soft expression, and I crawled onto the bed and into his arms. Our skin stuck to each other from a cold sweat, and it filled the room with our scents combined. “I’m gobsmacked by how much I care for you, Poppy.”
I curled into him. “I can relate to that. I’ve only ever fallen for one person in the ten millennia I’ve been around.”
“Aziel,” he said with a yawn. “I know, and I guess the demon’s growing on me.”
I snorted. “What makes you say that?”
“Well, now that I’ve fucked you too, we're on even playing ground.”
A giggle burst out of me. “You’re something else.”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my hair. “What you told us about Gabriel was fucked, and I’m so sorry you had to endure the trials under him.”
I ran my fingernails over his forearm, his hair tickling my fingertips. “I didn’t even remember him, and you didn’t know. You don’t have to be sorry.”
“But I am, and I know Aziel’s fucking torturing himself for what happened,” he murmured. “I know I would be.”
My chest squeezed. Aziel had been torturing himself for half a fucking millennium because of Gabriel. I’d been too trusting of that damn angel, and he destroyed me. I wasn’t even sure how they could bring me back to my memories.
A slight snore came from behind me, and I rolled my eyes.
Blaise snored,figures.
I couldn’t help but wiggle out of his hold and turn to face him. Blaise was always so flirty, but he could be vulnerable too. There was so much I wanted to do for him, but I didn’t know where to start.
I reached out and ran a hand through what used to be neatly gelled white hair. He had sex hair worse than I did. I shook my head with a smile as I let my hand drop.
