Page 41 of When Day Breaks

"Here." I keep my eyelids as wide as I can to see that Rivian is holding one of the cookies he'd given me yesterday.

"The curse?" I ask and he simply places the pastry against my lip.

"It's safe to say the effects likely wore off and your body was bound to feel weak from the lack of suppressant. I guess now we know the suppressant doesn't last long." As I chew on the grainy cookie, I notice that there would be only one left after this. I guess I need to stop wasting time with trivial questions and do what I can to help my husband get the kingdom back in order before I'm lost to the curse completely once and for all.

"Your questions aren’t trivial." He reads my mind once more and I give him a look that says he's not playing fair, and I'm rewarded with a soft chuckle that warms my belly.

After I finish the cookie, I look up at Rivian who has me laid out in his lap as he sits on the floor. One hand under my head and lifting me up slightly while the other is hung over my stomach, holding me tightly to him, and his thumb is rubbing circles on top of the fabric that still covers me, the pressure of his touch feathering through the silk and onto the skin of my hip where he rubs me gently.

I decide to pull myself up so that I sit on my own accord and he leans back to allow me the room.

"Maybe we should do this a different day," I tell him, referring to the mind control lessons.

"I'm sure you'll get it on your own," he assures me and I smile at his hope.

Silence shadows us for a few beats before he breaks through it.

"Your pulse is weak." He analyzes and I'm not quite sure what that means. "Here." He reaches for me and I get to my knees before scooting a tad closer into him.

He holds me by my wrist and makes sure I'm stabilized as I position myself in front of him. Rivian cranes his neck to one side and watches me as I come to terms with what he's doing.

"Rivian…" I let my voice fade. I know I need to feed and I know that's what he's doing.

"Cyn, you need to." His tone doesn't allow for me to second guess the action. He's stern and convincing. He's always been that way with me, and it's something I wasn't sure I appreciated at first. I don't like being told what I have to do. But in this instance, I know he's doing it for me and I can't deny that I want to sink my teeth into his skin.

I lean in and watch as his chest rises and falls with his calculated breaths. I can hear his heart the closer I get. I feel the sheet covering me start to unravel as the end of it is likely caught under me somewhere so I hold it to my chest with one hand as I reach for his neck with the other.

I'm eager. Not just for blood but to taste him. To have my mouth on his skin again.

He doesn't say a word as he waits for me to make contact and as zeal as I am, I have to force myself to take my time so that I don't totally ravish him.

He holds me by the small of back, wrapping both hands around me to close me in and hold me close. I can feel the eagerness shed from him as well but he doesn't push for his as he allows me to adjust to him. I lower my lips to his neck, feeling the pulse in his neck as my mouth closes around him, tasting his flesh and feeling the warmth melt onto my tongue.

"Jesus," he grits out as I suck his neck for a beat. I feel his grip deepen as his fingers dig into my skin and a moan escapes me.

I bare my teeth the next second and tremble at the thought of breaking through his skin, shivers run up and down my arms and my spine. I feel pressure in my gums as my teeth form to points which allow me to puncture his neck and the way he quakes against me brings me to fucking life.

The tangy scent of blood permeates the air as the taste of copper hits my tongue. I groan into his neck as I drink from him, not paying attention as I squirm against him.

He helps me to gain better access by lifting me and wrapping my legs around him to straddle him. I have to let go of the silk blanketing me to hold onto his shoulder for better purchase, causing the covering to fall off my body but nothing is of focus other than my consumption of Rivian's blood.

I don't know how much to take, but I know he'll stop me if it's too much so I take my time as I let the blood melt onto my tongue, feeling the way the viscid liquid slides down my tongue as I swallow against his neck.

I still rock, absentmindedly, against him, but this time I feel an intrusion at my core. His cock is hard at my center as I hold onto his shoulders and feed from his neck, squirming against him over and over.

"Cyn." His whisper of my name is breathy and filled with undeniable desire which causes me to react, grinding against him now willingly as I pull blood from his neck.

All at once, everything starts to build in tandem with the euphoric taste that glides against my tongue. Rocking, sucking, moaning, and swallowing. Every single movement I make feels tenfold and I can't hold back when an orgasm crests.

Rivian removes a hand to pull away the rest of the fabric that once wrapped around me, leaving me fully naked to his half-dressed body.

The throbbing in my clit starts to scream as I force my mouth away from Rivian's neck to allow myself a breath while he helps me grind into him, securing his hold on the small of back.

"I need you," I cry out and he wastes no time lifting up to pull his sweats down, revealing his thick erection.

My cheeks heat, my body flushes like it's on fire. He positions me back over him. I seat myself in his lap, coming up on my knees for better control and I work my pussy around him.

"Fuck," he says in a deep grumble.

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