Page 45 of The Curse of Blood and Silenc

My fingers traced a path down his chiseled chest, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. As I wrapped my hand around his throbbing length, his gaze met mine intensely.

“You’re playing with fire, Serenity,” he warned, his voice low and husky. But the desire in my veins was undeniable as I continued to slide my hand up and down his velvety shaft, aching to feel every inch of him.

“Maybe I want to get burned,” I breathed, my body on fire with need.

He guided me back until my legs met the shower bench. His hands settled on my hips, easing me down onto the marble. He knelt in front of me, water cascading over his powerful shoulders as he trailed kisses down my neck, and I arched my back, surrendering to his touch. His sharp fangs grazed my skin, making me shiver with both fear and excitement. He moved a hand lower, caressing my stomach before plunging a finger into my wetness. I gripped his shoulders and groaned, the combination of pleasure and pain overwhelming me and making my blood boil with desire.

With a gentle touch, he trailed his tongue along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. As he moved lower, his mouth found my breast and he pulled one nipple between his lips, causing pleasurable tingles to spread throughout my body. His skilled tongue danced along the most sensitive parts of me, igniting a fire that threatened to consume me. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, pulling him closer as I moaned wantonly in response to his touch.

The steady rhythm of the water, the subtle movement of his lips, the calculated flicks of his tongue… It all sent me spiraling into a state of pure ecstasy, driving me closer to the edge with each passing moment. The warm, refreshing water droplets cascading over my skin added to the overwhelming sensations building inside me. My senses were heightened as I was consumed by his touch, lost in the rhythmic dance between our bodies. It was like being tossed on a tempestuous sea, with waves crashing and winds howling, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here.

He gently parted my legs, his warm breath caressing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Slowly, his skilled tongue left my breast and made its way down to my most intimate place. His dark hair glistened, water plastered to his skin as his head settled on my blond curls, eagerly exploring every inch.My hands gripped the marble bench, my body trembling with anticipation as he continued to tease and please me with his wicked tongue. With each lick and kiss, I felt myself further consumed by pleasure and losing myself more in a world of sensation and desire.

“You taste exquisite,” he murmured, his voice like a dark promise.

“I need you,” I whispered, feeling the blood rushing between my legs.

“And you’ll always have me,” he replied, his tone possessive yet tender. “Just me, nobody else.”

Every nerve in my body sparked at his words, like matches being struck against sandpaper. “Take me,” I pleaded, unable to deny the overwhelming pull towards him.

With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted me off the bench and pressed my back against the cold, wet wall. My thighs quivered under his firm grip, his throbbing erection pressing against my leg. Then with one stroke he thrust inside, stuffing me completely with his thick cock. The sensation was overwhelming, flooding me with pleasure mingled with a slight sting of pain.

My entire body was ablaze with desire as he slid in and out. Every nerve in my body was alight, sending sparks of ecstasy coursing through me. Each thrust drove me closer to the edge, building a tsunami of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. This was what I yearned for—his control, his touch. It banished any lingering shadows from the past few days and replaced them with pure, unadulterated bliss. The intensity of our union left me breathless, lost on a sea of pleasure.

His scent marked every inch of me, erasing every trace of Balthazar like holy water burning away corruption. His toned and powerful body pressed me firmly against the marble shower wall, trapping me in his embrace, keeping me from falling. Histouch as his fingers held my trembling thighs was both gentle and possessive. We moved together in a wild and primitive dance, each thrust of our hips sending sparks of pleasure through my entire being.

I trusted him. He was the light I would always reach for, the light that would chase away every shred of darkness.

He plunged deep within me, claiming me utterly. The hot water cascading down our bodies only added to the intense sensation of being consumed by his desire. I was lost in a sea of bliss, completely surrendering to him—mind, body, and soul.

Our slick skin slid against each other’s desperately. The scalding water rained down on us like a torrential downpour, swallowing our moans and cries. My hips collided with his, the impact echoing off the walls intensifying our desire.

He threw his head back, revealing sharp fangs dripping with hunger. Without hesitation, he sank them into my quivering flesh. Fire erupted through my veins, igniting every nerve in an explosive wave of pleasure.

I screamed out his name. My fingers dug into his broad shoulders. He responded with one final thrust, driving deep inside of me and releasing his hot seed. I let out a ragged breath and collapsed, my body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion, reveling in his arms holding me against his hot flesh.

He smiled down at me as his hips still pulsed against mine. “The water’s turned cold.”

“Funny, I didn’t notice.” I kissed his wet chest and smiled as he drew in a quick breath. “Thank you. You don’t know how much I needed this.”

“I do, in fact.” He kissed me deeply. “Remember, I can read your mind now. For the record, Nephilim, I wanted this as much as you.”

I gazed up at him lovingly, my heart overflowing. “Then you also know how much I need you.”

He chuckled. “Indeed I do.”

My fingers traced patterns on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing me. Our eyes met, and in his gaze I saw a reflection of all the love and devotion we shared. “I love you,” I whispered again, the words a promise and a declaration. There was nowhere else in the world I would rather be than in the shower with him, sharing this moment, with him deep inside me—even if the water had run cold.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Angelo

I gazed down at Serenity,at her blue eyes so full of passion. For centuries, I’d ruled with ice in my veins. Now this woman had done the impossible—made me feel warm and human again.

I would never let anyone take her from me again. She was mine to possess, to take care of. The thought of Gage touching her, of Balthazar keeping her locked away, turned my blood to acid. They would pay for every mark on her skin, every moment of fear in her eyes. I’d ensure their deaths were slow, particularly Gage’s. The wolf had dared to lay hands on what was mine.

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