Page 80 of The Blood Moon Oath

She lets out a soft breath, her lips parting as she stares back at me. "You think you can make me feel something I haven’t already felt?" she challenges, her voice a mix of daring and ahint of something else—something soft, buried beneath that sharp exterior.

"I'm going to make you feel things you've never imagined," I promise, standing and closing the distance between us in three long strides.

Her breath hitches as I approach, but her eyes don’t look away. She's more curious than she lets on, and that only makes me want to draw this out, make her ache for more.

My fingertips brush against her cheek, tracing the delicate curve of bone and flesh. Her skin is warm, flushed with the heat of her desire. She shivers slightly under my touch, but I can feel the resistance in her, that battle between wanting and holding back.

"I’m not so easy to break," she murmurs, but there's a challenge in her voice that only makes the desire in me grow stronger.

I lean in closer, until our breath mingles, until she can feel the thrum of my power against her. "You’ll see," I say, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. "I won’t break you, kitten. But I will make you feel things you’ve never allowed yourself to feel. You're mine now, kitten," I growl, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Your body, your heart, your very soul." A shiver runs down her spine at my words, and I smile, knowing I have her exactly where I want her.

With a deft motion, I tug the fabric of her tunic over her head, tossing it to the side. Her breasts rise free, pert and rosy-tipped, begging to be tasted.

My hands cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. They harden instantly under my touch, nipples puckering into tight buds. I lower my head, mouth hovering inches from her skin, and speak against her, my hot breath fanning her flesh.

"I know what Kael did to you, kitten. How he claimed your innocence with brutal efficiency, leaving you cold and empty inside." My fingers pinch and roll her nipples, coaxing whimpers from her throat. "But don't worry, kitten. I won't leave you feeling hollow. When I take you, it will be with fire, not ice. The flames of my desire will consume you whole."

"You warlocks are all the same," she says, but there's no bite in her words.

I chuckle and dip my head, tongue laving a nipple before sucking it into my mouth. "Just wait, kitten," I say. "You'll see that we're all quite different, in life and as lovers." Sable gasps, arching into me, and I groan at the taste of her.

I release her breast with a wet pop, trailing kisses down her quivering stomach as I push the remainder of her clothing down and off her hips. It pools around her ankles, leaving her clad in only a pair of lacy panties that barely conceal her slick folds.

"Such a pretty little thing," I murmur, running my fingers along the elastic waistband. "I bet you're dripping for me already, aren't you, kitten?" I hook my thumbs in the fabric and slowly drag it down, baring her to my hungry gaze.

Her pussy is pink and glistening, swollen lips parted invitingly. I kneel in front of her, spreading her legs wide. "Fuck, the first time I tasted you, kitten, I knew there was no other woman I ever wanted to taste."

"Stop trying to butter me up and just taste me already," she chides.

My hands grip her thighs strongly. "Shhh, patience, kitten."

Her breath hitches at my words as her hands burrow into my hair. I don't waste any time, I bury my face between her thighs, inhaling deeply as I lap at her juices. "Mmm, you tasteeven better than I remember," I moan, flicking my tongue over her clit.

"You just tasted me a day ago," she sighs and then I bite down gently on her clit and she gasps.

"Behave, kitten, or else I'll have to get the knives out and then we'll really have some fun."

She laughs. "Don't threaten me with a good time,Reaper."

I grin, licking up and down her slit again because I don't want to waste any of those precious juices. "Oh, we're going to have a very good time, kitten," I say against her folds.

With a low chuckle, I stand up, my erection straining against my pants. I kick off my boots and shed my clothing with swift, efficient movements, revealing my chiseled physique. My cock springs free, thick and pulsing with need.

"Sable, come here," I command, beckoning her closer with a crook of my finger. She rises to her feet, eyes fixed on my manhood. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me, letting her feel the heat radiating off my skin.

"Wrap your legs around me, kitten," I instruct, guiding her thighs to encircle my hips.

"Suddenly the dominant one," she teases me as her thighs grip my hips.

Once she's secure, I lift her up, pressing her back against the wall. Her breath leaves her, which is good, because while I love her attitude, I want her moans, not her sass right now. Our bodies align perfectly, my cock nestled against her soaked entrance.

"You ready for this, kitten?" I ask, my voice a husky rasp.

She nods and then I hand her a small knife from a nearby table. She looks at me wide-eyed as I place it in her hands and then hold it to my throat. "Just to make it a bit more fun," I say with a wink. "No words. Use the blade to tell me what you want."

"You're insane," she breathes out, but takes the blade and holds it firm.

"You're just realizing that now, kitten?" I say and then slowly, slowly, I press my cockhead to her entrance.

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