Page 136 of Blood Mosaic

She was breathtaking.

“Some night I am going to draw you like this.” He trailed a single finger down the inside of her thigh as her body melted in pleasure. “You will stand just like this, and I will draw you.”

“Please,” she whispered. “I can’t?—”

“Yes, you can.” He lifted her leg and put it over his shoulder, baring her sex to him, and then he didn’t make her wait any longer.

Oleg feasted on her, gripping her ass and lifting the wet center of her desire into his mouth, lapping at her folds until thepointed tip of his tongue reached her clitoris and her amnis went wild.

She reached out, gripping his hair in her fists as her body exploded in pleasure. She sobbed, and he drank in the sounds of her climax, reveling in the burst of elemental energy that drew to her. The water in the room clung to her skin and spread over his, turning to steam as his body heated.

She cried out, “Enough!”

It wasn’t enough, but if he kept eating her, he wouldn’t stop.

Oleg pulled away from her pussy and looked up, licking his lips as he met her pleasure-flooded eyes. He tapped the inside of her thigh, just to the left of where her flesh was soft and full. “I’m going to bite you.” He licked at the spot. “Just here. If you don’t want me to?—”

“Yes.” Her lips were full and swollen with blood. Her fangs were long in her mouth.

Oleg struck without a second of hesitation, sinking his fangs into the soft flesh as the shock of her pleasure made Tatyana fall forward.

He caught her, lowering her to the ground even as he continued to drink her in.

Too much. Too much.

He felt her amnis mingle with his own.

Dangerous. Tempting. This was how blood bonds were formed.

He pierced his tongue, healing the small wounds with the blood on his tongue before he licked up her body, cleaning every drop from her thighs and her sex before he kissed her belly, her breasts, and back to her mouth.

She was drunk with pleasure as she reached for him, but he was still fully clothed.

He stood and stripped off his linen shirt and wool trousers, catching the hungry stare she sent his cock when it sprang from the confinement of his undergarments.

Oleg smiled and gripped it in his fist, shaking his head a little bit. “Ah-ah.” He knelt down beside her. “You don’t get your mouth on that until you can control your fangs a little better, volchitsa.”

The corner of her mouth ticked up. “Fair.”

She was so beautiful in that moment Oleg forgot to breathe.

Stretched across the wooden floor, lying on her side so the round curve of her bottom was mirrored back at him from a dozen angles and her breasts glowed in the gold light.

“You’re beautiful.”

She didn’t hesitate. “So are you.”

Oleg lay next to Tatyana and pulled her body over his. “The floor is cold.”

“I didn’t even notice,” she whispered, staring at his mouth.

She was energy drunk, feeling her amnis stirring in his body as their elements mingled together. It was startling intimacy and a boundary that immortal lovers rarely crossed unless they were mated.

But Tatyana didn’t know that.

He lifted her and she braced her hands on his chest, leaning forward so her breasts made his mouth water to taste her again. But his cock was screaming for relief, so he lifted her, angled her over his aching erection, and slowly invaded the waiting heat of her body.

Bliss.

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