Page 54 of The Sorcerer of Shadowholde

She gripped the sheets as he increased the vigor of his tongue’s caresses, jolts of arousal pulsing through her with each brush of firm wetness. Pain subsided as pleasure consumed her, lust replacing discomfort.

His tongue pressed into her and she gritted her teeth, the sensation both arousing and overstimulating in her sensitive state. He worked himself in and out, then grazed her clit, his lips red with the blood between her legs.

Before she could get her bearings, he was lapping at her like a wild animal, his tongue sliding across her and into her as he gripped her thigh.

Renatus skimmed his other hand up her leg, parting her and pressing a finger into her slick entrance. Three slow, sensuous thrusts, and he removed it, shining with red wetness. His pupils dilated, body tensed with control, though he trembled slightly. He licked the bloodoff his finger, savoring every drop before turning his attention back to her.

A pinch of revulsion mixed with arousal as he pushed the finger back in, pressing his mouth to her clit and sucking hard. Vita yelped, that pinch disappearing in an instant, leaving only erotic rapture in its wake. She squirmed against him, though he held her to the bed with that same strength that always seemed to surprise her.

“You are absolutely delectable,” he whispered against her cunt before leaning in for more.

Another finger joined the first one, both curling to hit the perfect spot with each thrust. White dotted her vision, though she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the High Consul between her thighs. He wasn’t on his knees for her, but this was still better than she had imagined, the slick redness on his tongue and lips both visceral and entrancing.

Renatus moaned, the vibrations sending even more ribbons of desire fluttering through her. He grabbed her hip with his free hand, pulling her closer as he continued to plunge his tongue and fingers into her depths.

All thoughts of pain and impropriety were long gone, replaced with the delicious rush of euphoria as he pleasured her.

Vita teetered on the edge, rolling her hips into his touch. So close, and then she was there, the waves of climax washing over her, relaxing the muscles in her core. She writhed against him, moaning as he continued to stimulate her until the waves turned to ripples.

“Beautiful, beautiful girl,” he murmured, licking his fingers as he removed them.

With the flat of his tongue, he cleaned her inner thighs, her entrance, any bit of blood he could find. His gaze was glassy, pupils still dilated with apparent blood lust.

And another type of lust?

Renatus massaged her thighs, kneading in firm circles, then moved his attention to her lower stomach.

Her chest heaved as she watched him, coming down from her blissful high. Would he leave her again? Like the night in theastronomy tower? She knew she should have no expectations. She was just hisperfect little statue, one he enjoyed watching as she writhed with pleasure.

She should be happy with whatever intimacy she got.

Renatus grabbed her undergarments, pulling them up her legs before tugging her underclothes back into place. There was a strange look on his face as he wiped his mouth clean with a delicate kerchief. She tensed, waiting for him to leave without another word, but he crawled up the bed, sliding under the covers before throwing them over her.

Vita said nothing as he tilted her on her side and pulled her flush to his chest. A smile broke out on her face, the dim candlelight mirroring the warm flush of contentment smoldering within her.

Her eyes were just beginning to close when a whisper in her ear jolted her back to awareness.

“Do you know of the blood bond, darling?”

She took in a gulp of air, staring at the wall in front of her as Renatus brushed her hair with his fingers.

“N-No,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

“I’ve tasted you twice now, but the bond is not complete unless you do the same for me.”

A shiver raced up her spine, so many questions dancing around her head that she didn’t know where to begin.

“Oh?” was all she could manage, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Would you like to taste me?”

She tried to catch her breath, her heart thudding in her chest at what he was asking.

Before she could lose her nerve, she squirmed around, his fingers slipping from her locks of hair as she turned to face him.

He placed his hand on her hip, an oddly stoic look on his face.

“What does ablood bondentail?”

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