Page 39 of Blood Freed

Her touch leaves trails of fire on my skin. I capture her mouth again, deeper this time, hungrier. She responds with equal passion, and suddenly, we’re moving backward until the bed bumps up against the back of my knees.

The rational part of my brain tries one last time to assert control, but then she hooks a leg around my hip and rocks against me. A growl rumbles in my chest, need heating my skin.

I sink down onto the mattress, my hand sliding up her legs, taking the skirt of her dress up to her hips. The vee of her thighs is directly in front of me. The urge to bury my face there is almost overwhelming. I brush my nose against the lace of her panties, inhaling her musk, and she lets out a throaty moan.

“I want you,” she breathes. I look up at her, our eyes locking. Her hands move to my shoulders, pushing me back as she straddles my hips. I claim her mouth again, thrusting my tongue against hers as I slide my hands up her thighs. She moans intomy mouth, a soft, helpless sound. I can feel her excitement spiraling, each soft whine and hitch of breath feeding my own need.

Fuck. What are you doing?

But she’s whispering my name against my lips, and reason flies out the window. I groan as Mia’s fingers work my shirt open, her hot mouth trailing fire down my chest. My head falls back as she shifts against me, working at my pants with trembling hands. When she wraps her fingers around my length, I nearly lose control right there.

Her eyes are dark with lust as she looks up at me, her breath coming in short gasps. “I need you, Soren. Inside me.”

“Fuck,” I groan, barely recognizing the rough rasp my voice has become.

She positions herself over me, our eyes locking as she slowly takes me in. The hot, wet grip of her pussy enveloping me makes me growl, my hands grasping her hips hard enough to bruise.

“Soren,” she gasps as she starts to move, setting a desperate pace. Her nails rake down my chest as she rides me, the crimson mist swirling thick around us. “I want you.” Her eyes open, fierce and determined. “All of you.”

I give her what she wants. I thrust up into her, burying myself deep, and she cries out, her body arching. The mist shimmers around us as her walls clench around me. I can’t stop myself from moving now, from thrusting into her, driving us both closer to the edge. Her fingers dig into my chest, and she meets my thrusts with equal passion.

“God! Yes!” I bite out. We’re both panting now, the air hazy with our mingled scents. Our bodies move together, a frenzied dance that threatens to consume us both. The mist thickens, each pulse of light matching our growing hunger. My cock slides deep into her body, over and over, seeking release.

The pressure builds fast and hot between us. I’m close, so close, when she tilts her head, baring her throat in clear invitation. The sight of her pulse fluttering under pale skin makes my fangs ache. It’s been a long time since I last experienced hunger. I’d almost forgotten the primal need coursing through my veins.

Lifting myself up, I drag my fangs gently over her pulse point, listening to her soft gasps. Her hands move to grasp my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin.

“Please,” she whispers. “Don’t fight this.”

Do it. You’re just dreaming…

Before I can second-guess myself, I sink my fangs into her neck, and her blood floods my mouth – rich and sweet and unmistakably real. This is no dream, though I’ve been trying to convince myself otherwise. The taste of her, the feel of her clenching around me as we both spiral toward release – it’s all too vivid, too present.

No wonder Lucien was so determined to get his hands on her.

She’s intoxicating.

And I’m too far gone to stop now. I drink deeply as we move together, her blood singing through my veins as our pleasure peaks. Every rational thought dissolves under the onslaught of sensation – the silk of her skin, the heat of her body, the mind-numbing scent of her desire.

I drown in her.

It’s only when she slumps against me that I finally release my grip on her throat. I tighten my arms around her, holding her to my chest as I sink back onto the bed.

We’re both breathing hard, our chests heaving as the last ripples begin to fade.

“God,” I husk out, my lips moving over the curve of her neck.

“That was…incredible,” she breathes, nuzzling against me. “Better than the last time.” Her lips move into a smile. I can feel them move against my skin.

She’s right; it was better than the last time. The need. The connection.

But something’s different. The mist…it feels almost alive now, writhing around us with strange purpose. And Mia’s touch – there’s an edge of something foreign in it, something that makes my skin tingle with more than just pleasure.

I try to pull back, to clear my head, but she holds me, refusing to let me retreat. “No,” she murmurs against my lips. “Stay with me.”

The crimson tendrils coil tighter, and suddenly, I realize…

My God!

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