Page 48 of Kiss of Blood and Sin

He worshipped every inch of my body with his mouth, tracing each curve and dip with adoring kisses. My skin erupted in goosebumps as he explored every inch, setting my nerve endings on fire. When he finally reached between my thighs, I was trembling with desire. Gently yet urgently, he spread my quivering legs apart and pressed his throbbing cock inside me. The heat of his flesh against mine sent waves of pleasure through my entire being, igniting a primal need for him to ravish me completely.

My orgasm came crashing over me, a torrent of pleasure that flooded my senses and left me gasping for air. I screamed his name in ecstasy, the sound reverberating off the walls as he filled me with his hot seed.

He collapsed onto me, his body heavy and damp with sweat, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. His deep chuckle echoed through the room, a satisfied rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

“I’ll never tire of hearing you cry out for me,” he murmured, brushing his lips against my ear before collapsing into a contented heap next to me. The scent of ourlovemaking hung heavy in the air, a heady mix of musk and passion.

After him taking me two more times, I fell into a blissful slip in his powerful arms.

A gentle shaking pulled me from the depths of sleep. “Gianna, wake up. It’s time to go,” a familiar voice murmured, its urgency piercing through my foggy brain.

I frowned, throwing an arm over my forehead to block out the intrusive light. “Dimitri?” My voice was rough with sleep, my tongue feeling like sandpaper in my mouth.

“The one and only,” he chuckled.

I cracked open an eye to see him already dressed in a black T-shirt and blue jeans, looking unfairly put-together for whatever ungodly hour it was. “Time to get up, beautiful. Your dear brother is insisting we return immediately. Apparently, he can’t start the day without a dose of drama and disapproval.”

Alarm shot through me like an electric current, instantly chasing away the last vestiges of sleep. I bolted upright, clutching the comforter to my naked breasts. “Why? What’s wrong?”

Dimitri’s mouth quirked into a sardonic smile. “I guess he just really wants to meet yours truly. Can’t say I blame him. I am quite the catch.” He waggled his eyebrows, but I could see the tension in the set of his shoulders. “Petar iswaiting in the car, probably practicing his best disapproving father scowl.”

“Wait, what?” My brain struggled to keep up. “Aren’t Augustus and Louise going to take us?”

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. “No can do, princess. It’s too early for the good witch couple. We need to leave now. Your brother’s timing is impeccable as always.”

A knot of dread formed in my stomach. Something was wrong. Angelo wouldn’t order this unless something had gone terribly wrong. “The wolves?” I whispered, fear making my voice tremble. “Is that it?”

Dimitri’s expression softened for a moment. He lifted my chin with his finger, his touch sending a shiver down my spine despite the gravity of the situation. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But let me make one thing crystal clear. I would never allow them to hurt you. They’d have to go through me before they could harm a single hair on your pretty little head. Trust me.” His voice was light, but there was steel beneath the words.

I nodded solemnly, hoping he was right, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest at his protective declaration.

He handed me a cup of coffee, the aroma instantly making my mouth water. “Now, as much as I’d love to continue this little morning chat, you need to move. Unless you want to dress as Lady Godiva?” His eyes raked over me appreciatively, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I have to admit, I wouldn’t object. It would certainly make the journey more interesting.”

I shivered at his gaze but couldn’t help smiling. “Stop,” I admonished, but there was no heat in it.

He leaned in, kissing me on the nose. “Get up, Sleeping Beauty. We’ve got a dragon to face.”

Sighing dramatically, I forced myself out of bed, the cool air hitting my skin and making me shiver. My eyes fell on a green silky top and a black mini skirt laid out neatly. “You got my clothes from Augustus and Louise’s?”

He shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m crafty when I want to be. They’re still asleep, probably dreaming of cauldrons and broomsticks. I didn’t want to wake them. Where’s the fun in that?”

I narrowed my eyes, suspicion creeping in. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

He kissed me again, his lips warm against mine, and ran his fingers down my back. The moment his skin met mine, a current of energy pulsed through my body, leaving me breathless and unsteady. “Just get dressed, gorgeous. We need to hurry. Your brother’s impatience waits for no man...or devastatingly handsome vampire.”

As I began to dress, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Dimitri was hiding something. But with his disarming smiles and quick wit, it was hard to pin down exactly what. I just hoped whatever it was wouldn’t come back to bite us...metaphorically speaking, of course.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Dimitri

The Dawnbringer Talisman was smaller than I’d thought and surprisingly light. Hollow, with the dial nestled inside a ring. Jaxon said when used, the sundial would spin faster and faster. Like a magical fidget spinner. Great.

He gave me the spell word to use it: Kairos. How very Greek tragedy of them.

I tucked the talisman into my leather jacket, patting it. Jaxon had warned me it was powerful. Fantastic. Another cosmic whoopee cushion to add to my collection of “Things That’ll Probably Get Me Killed.”

Great. A magical vampire-draining talisman. Just what every immortal needs to spice up their eternal existence.

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