Page 118 of Blood Feast

The barriers in her mind fell, and all her fearsome Will honed in on them, onhim. He had captured all her attention. This feeing was worth tearing apart kingdoms for again and again.

She became buoyant in his arms. He eased off his levitation spell, and she hovered on his hand, at his mouth, arching into his licks and touches with leverage from her newfound power.

He laughed again and wrapped his arm more securely around her. When he swept them up toward the ceiling, she let out a cry of delight. They spun together, floating on her power and his.

“Eyes on me,” he said.

She didn’t look away, but when he turned her onto her back, she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“Trust yourself,” he reminded her.

They held their breaths as slowly, surely, they let each other go.

She hovered beneath him, her fangs untamed and lips rosy from their kisses. Her hair floated around her, his braid wavering on the unseen current of her blood magic. She reached out slowly, touching his chest.

“I’m not going to fall,” she said, her aura shining with wonder.

“You’ve found your wings.”

“For you,” she said.

“Will you tell me…” He hesitated, afraid of the answer. But selfishly, he wanted to know. “Does this feel as good as changing into a hawk and flying on real wings?”

She spread her arms wide, as if testing the air, her gaze never leaving his. “This, my Grace, is better.”

“Take me like this.” His voice came out low and rough.

With fearless touches and hungry tugs, they stripped each other in midair, letting their robes flutter down to the floor below. When they were bare, she pressed herself against him, skin to skin. With a tentative push, she rolled them over, and again. A fanged smile spread across her face, and with a confident shove, she levitated them upward until she had him pinned against the ceiling.

“I hope you know this is the most erotic moment of my eternal life,” he said.

“No.” The green-gold rings of her irises shrank even further. “This next moment will be.”

She floated down his body until she was on eye level with his erection. Like a sorceress summoning him to her, she gave the underside of his shaft a luxurious stroke with her hand. He bit back an oath.

Holding his shaft, she bared her fangs at his head. Her tongue darted out from between her sharp canines to lick the damp tip.

“Your prediction”—he managed—“was correct.”

Her power enveloped him, and he floated entirely on her magic. She brought her free hand down to cup his moskos, caressing him with her dexterous immortal fingers. He was entirely in her hands.

She swirled her tongue in slow circles around his head. He didn’t breathe, didn’t move, as if caught in an enchantment. Her every careful stroke sent him spinning deeper into her spell.

Her eyes glowed up at him from beneath her lashes.Oh, Lio. This flavor of you…I’ve been deprived.

This was…worth the wait.

She hummed her agreement, then dipped lower along the underside of his shaft. She ran lascivious licks along the full length of his vein, ending with little flicks of her tongue just under the tip. He forgot what words were, riveted to the vision of his fanged Grace dining on his erection.

She adjusted her grip on his shaft, then boldly took his head in her mouth. He felt the soft brush of her puckered lips and the damp glide of her tongue, shielding him from her fangs. With exquisite control, she withdrew, then skimmed him into her mouth again.

His nails dug into the stone as he held himself still. His eyes were about to roll back in his head, but he focused on her, unwilling to miss the sight of her sliding him between her lips. A shudder went through him, and he arched into her grip. She guided him with her hands and tongue, floating back to adjust how deep she took him.

She was in perfect command of the intimate magic she was performing on him. Her every little motion seemed to anticipate his fantasies as the thoughts formed in the primal parts of his mind. Every time he thought he would explode and this would be over, she gave him a reprieve to prolong his pleasure. Then she took him again, working him nearly to his limit. Their Union grew richer still, and he tossed his head back, surrendering another, deeper part of himself to her.

Just when he thought she would withdraw again, she didn’t. She gazed up at his face and worked him with her relentless tongue until he broke. He poured into her mouth, her name pounding through his mind.Cassia. She held him through the spasms of his release, swallowing hard.

At last she pulled back, licking her lips with a moan of delight.Now I know what all of you tastes like to my immortal tongue.

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