I was high onhisblood. And I loved it.
Breathy moans filled my bedchamber and he reciprocated with his own sound of worship between my legs.
I gripped the duvet behind me as he experimented from long, wide strokes to quicker flicks of his tongue, determining what elicited his favorite response.
Hands ventured up my torso, underneath my brazier, while he tasted me. They caressed, gently squeezed, and explored my breasts.
I whispered expletives to the Original who created him in praise and protest to the pleasure.
“Yes. There.” I rolled my hips and placed my hand atop his head in encouragement.
The pressure mounted as his tongue continued its diligent strokes.
One wave of pleasure beckoned the next.
Until he pulled away.
“Oh no, not yet.”
I grunted in frustration.
“My lady, I want to see you pleased. But by no means do I want torush.” Another, lingering stroke of his wicked tongue sent a blaze up my spine. The movement was painfully slow. Not that of a timid explorer, but one made by an expert in sexual torture.
Rhazien dined on me until I reached the pleasurable point of no return and I whimpered when he ended my ascent a second time.
“Are you punishing me?” I heaved as the pleasure dissipated.
“No.” He kissed my bare midsection. “Not at all.”
“Then what is your goal, Majesty?” I curled my leg around him as he slowly climbed on top of me.
His arm gathered up my form and with his vampiric speed and strength, placed us both fully onto the bed.
“To learn what you like. So should I need to punish you in the future…” His lips captured my brazier and the peaked nipple beneath. I let my head fall back and moaned at the sensation. “I’ll know what to withhold.” Completely on top of me, his nose danced around the tip of mine, the scent of me—his most recent meal—fresh on his lips and beard.
“I’d heard the Hive would be full of cruelty,” I murmured against his cheek.
“I’m sure you did.” He raised himself onto his knees and removed his dress shirt. The discarded garment slid underneath a desk on the other side of the room.
Rhazien was beautiful. The curves of his seasoned and scarred muscles told stories of a sordid history. His build was strong, sturdy. The build of a laborer frozen in time and dressed as a royal.
My eyes dropped down as the buttons of his pants popped open, the fabric giving way to the hard length of him underneath.
Impatience overwhelmed me. I reached for him but his hand caught my wrist. He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “I told you. There’s no rush.”
I fell back onto the soft cushioning of the enormous bed. “I’m beginning to think you’re just a tease.”
“Oh no, Reyva.” He lowered his chest to mine. “I plan on having you. Again and again. If you’ll have me.”
“Only if you’ll let me finish,” I responded in a challenging whisper.
Rhazien silenced me with a consuming kiss. His hands were everywhere at once. They tore at the straps of my brazier. They pulled my hair loose from their pins. They scooped me up, positioning me perfectly for the long-awaited entry.
His piercing stare captured mine, and he held me still as he carefullypushed his way inside me. I gripped his hips and arched as he descended further and further. My eyes rolled back and my lips parted, my gasp swallowed by his claiming mouth.
The regent held me there, savoring that first moment of connection. “Say you’re mine,” he whispered, nipping at my bottom lip between commands.
I obliged immediately, consumed by the feeling of his length reaching the sacred depths of me. “I’m yours.”
