Page 23 of Blood Tribute

She gave in to her desire to explore his cock. He wrapped her hand around his shaft and guided her strokes up and down. Fascinated, she learned his shape and texture. His jaw clenched, deepening his bite, and they moaned together.

But his canines eased out of her neck, her hips twitching with the sensation. He gave the wounds on her throat worshipful licks until they healed into raw new skin. She arched under him, feeling empty, but he held her down and lifted his head.

“Nora. Are you really offering me everything?”

“If you’ll have me.”

“I’ll have you in every way you can imagine, on one condition.”

“Name your price.”

“You will not feel an ounce of shame about what we do to each other in this bed tonight.”

The guilt had bled out of her a little more with his every bite, leaving behind this wild rush in her veins. “You can touch me anywhere you wish. On one condition.”

His tongue swept across his stained lips for another taste of her blood. “Anywhere?”

“Nowhere is forbidden.”

“I’ll promise you anything.”

“I don’t want some tasteful consummation,” she demanded. “Don’t bed me like a proper husband. Ravish me like a heretic.”

He ran his hand up her thigh, over the impressions the scabbard had left on her flesh, and squeezed.

She held his glowing gaze and let the heat in his eyes burn her. His magic swept deeper into her mind, a dark thrill.

He was upon her with Hesperine swiftness and grace. In one heartbeat, his hard length was buried inside her. She dragged in a hoarse gasp, pinned to the bed on his shaft, her core stretched around him.

“Did it hurt?” he whispered.

“No,” she moaned. “It’s too good.”

He pulled out with blinding speed, leaving her wet and reeling. And then he filled her again, driving inside her with the power of an immortal.

In the ancestral bed of generations of holy knights, Nora lay impaled beneath a Hesperine and spread her legs wider.

Dav kissed her, shocking in his tenderness. “I love how wide your mouth is.” He smoothed her hair back from her face. “I love how wild your curls are.” He arched his back, and the different angle of his body pressed new pleasure into her. His warmbreath washed over her chest. “AndGoddess, I love the size of your breasts.”

He closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked. Clutching his shoulders, she squirmed under his implacable hips. He worked her breasts over with his mouth, first one, then the other, until she was on the verge of climax and begging him.

But then he lifted his mouth away. He turned his head. When he kissed the scar Sancti had left on her shoulder, she froze under him.

He waited a moment, then licked the cut on her arm. “Does it hurt?”

She swallowed hard. “Not now.”

He lapped at the sluggishly bleeding wound. She could feel the sweet darkness of Hesperine magic flowing into her, putting out the burning light. Tears slipped down her cheeks.

When only unbroken skin remained under his tongue, he lifted his head and recaptured her gaze. He began to move inside her, his forceful rhythm grinding her thoughts down into a haze. She braced her feet on the bed, needing leverage. Needing to move. She rocked her hips up for his thrusts.

“I love how greedy you are,” he said.

Faster, harder, he pounded into her. She urged him on in wordless groans.

“I love the sounds you make,” he snarled.

She cried out, half growling, as her core convulsed around his shaft. His fangs drove into her throat once more, releasing her blood. She writhed under his bite, wringing out her long years of hunger on his cock. She felt him shudder with her and pulse against her inner walls.

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