I feel the pull of my blood into his mouth, and it feels so fucking good.
“Valen,” I moan. My eyes flutter from the sensation.
He wrenches himself away, licking gently at the wound on my neck before kissing down my chest. “You have no fucking idea how divine you taste,” he purrs and drags his fangs along my breast. “I could taste you every day for the rest of my existence and never tire of the flavor.”
Valen pulls back to bite into his own wrist and offers me his blood.
Rising up to sit, I have a moment of hesitation, not because I don’t want this, but because I’m scared of how it might taste. But when I wrap my lips around the wound he created, it doesn’t taste at all like what I expected. He’s right. Divineis the only word to describe the flavor of him. I’m not even a vampire, but the way his blood tastes is exquisite.
Back and forth we take blood from one another. With each lap of my tongue against his skin, Ifeelit—the bond becoming stronger. It’s like a physical thing between us, pulling us closer and closer, and when it snaps into place, I physically fall back onto the bed from the intensity of it.
I feel it. I feelhim. It’s like he’s everywhere. I feel him inside me—his being. It’s like I’m no longer solely myself. I am him and he is me and we are one.
He smooths a strand of hair off my forehead.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Never been better.” I reach up, wrapping my hand aroundhis neck and forcing him to meet my mouth in a soul-sealing kiss. God, I love this vampire.
He moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way he makes me feel.
His fingers skim over my bare stomach and I shiver. His touch is gentle as it drifts lower until his fingers edge their way beneath my underwear.
I arch off the bed when his cool fingers rub against my aching, wet core. He slides one finger easily inside me and then another, pumping them gently.
“I love you,” he whispers, kissing the bite mark on my neck.
“I love you, too,” I whimper, biting my lip when he uses his thumb to rub my clit. “Valen!” I cry out, fisting the sheets. In no time, my orgasm roars through me, and I thrash against the covers. Valen might’ve been a virgin when we met, but he’s a quick learner. He might know my body better than even I do.
He yanks my underwear fully off and rips my bra in half.
“I liked that!” I scold. “And it was expensive.”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he croons before swirling his tongue around my nipple. I bow into him and whimper as he moves to give attention to my other breast.
“Why am I naked and you’re not?” I whine, sliding my hands beneath his shirt. “Take something off.”
He obliges by yanking the T-shirt over his head and throwing it. It hits the lamp, which crashes to the floor, but neither of us pays it much attention.
“I want to take things slow,” he murmurs against my lips when I fumble with his belt.
“And Idon’twant slow,” I argue. “I want my mate to fuck me hard and fast. Please don’t make me beg.”
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He nips my ear. “It’s truly unfair how pathetic I am when it comes to you. I can’t seem to deny you a single thing you want.”
In a speedthat seems impossible, he rids himself of the rest of his clothes. Then he sinks inside me in one forceful movement.
My core flutters around him. Somehow, I’m already close to coming again.
“Is this what my girl wants?” he asks, voice gruff as he pounds into me.
“Yes,” I whimper. “I like it when you’re rough.”
“Fuck,” he drawls. He pulls out of me and flips me onto my stomach before yanking my hips into the air. He thrusts into me again from behind and fists my hair, tugging on the strands.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant.
