Page 86 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

His growl was savage. He pulled blood from my femoral artery, and I froze as the ecstasy somehow surgedhigher, transporting me into territory I would never return to.

Or so I thought.

His finger slid inside me, working in and out. I shouted, bucking against the arm pinning me down.

Rapture.

Bliss.

It couldn’t end.

I didn’t want it to end. A whimper left my lips.

The vampire licked my leg, before pulling me up to my knees, his finger still hooked inside me.

My body shook with the force of aftershocks. Ripping snarls filled his chest and the room, but I felt nothing but an inferno of desire. He slid his finger free of me and rose to stand, so my face was level with his hips. Holding my heavy gaze, the vampire bit his wrist.

My heart thundered as he brought his wrist to the middle of his chest.

Thick blood trickled down his torso, and I didn’t give my actions a second thought. My tongue was ready to intercept the stream. I sucked and swallowed, making sure not to miss a single drop as I cleaned his rigid abdomen to the soundtrack of his growls and groans.

I craned to reach higher, pulling myself up using his arms to lap at the trail of red coating his centre line. I wanted it all.

Higher.

A soft whine slipped from my lips as I suckled all the way to his wrist.

I snatched at his arm, greedily latching my mouth around the wound to draw as hard as possible as the insatiable fire of the thrall bore down on me.

I wanted to be consumed.

Kyros spun me in his arms, my mouth still clamped around his wrist.

His blood.The feel of his hardness against my back. It was too much and not enough.

His lust slammed into me, and he hooked one of my legs with his free arm. Reaching down, I rose on tiptoe and positioned him at my entrance before slowly sinking down.

We both sighed, a brief pause in the desperate, pulsing chaos.

Then the fire rose to a desperate inferno.

In a blur, Kyros hooked my other leg, my knees bent over his forearms. Arching, I looped my hands behind his neck as he spread me wide in front of his tower window.

“Mine,” his low voice rumbled in my ear.

I twisted my head and claimed his mouth. My eyes surely blazed brighter than his. I tried to move my hips again as he pulled out so only his tip was inside me.

It was useless.

I was at his mercy.

My vampire enjoyed that, but he was waiting for something.

“Mine,” I growled back.

Kyros shoved into me.

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