Page 119 of A Vow of Blood and Tears

Drink from me, she said, signing carefully, but with a sense of command. Her fingers trailed over my chest, tip-tapping down my stomach, until she reached her own leg. She pulled the hem of her dress up further, running her fingers over the smooth expanse of her inner thigh.Here.

“By your command, my lady,” I said hoarsely, unable to look away from her silky skin, the unmarked canvas begging for silver scars written with love.

Cirri smiled.

I lowered myself between her legs, wrapping my hands around her thighs as she leaned back. She pulled her skirt out of the way, and my cock twitched at the sight of her sex, already gleaming wet for me.

But my lover had given me an order.

I couldn’t kiss like a human, but I nuzzled against her thigh. Goosebumps rose on her skin where my fangs grazed. A muscle trembled in her calf, and I felt her relax, her body going limp.

She reached down, stroking one of my horns, exhaling a faint sigh of need.

My tongue flickered out, skimming her flesh. I tasted the faintest hints of her spicy rose soap, but it was the musky scent of her skin that made my mouth water and fangs ache.Even before piercing her, my sensitive tongue sensed the sweet coppery savor of her blood, flowing just beneath that fragile silk.

Cirri sucked in a breath as my tongue meandered upwards, the forked tips flicking at her playfully, and she gripped my horn as they lapped over her nether lips, parting them.

She could give me orders, but I could tease her.

I groaned at the taste of her, the way her hips bucked to meet me. Cirri’s next gasp was sharp and sudden as the prongs of my tongue wrapped around her clit, sliding around it, lashing at her lightly. Her entire body spasmed, rocking towards me.

A low laugh escaped me. “Not yet, lover.”

She signed with one hand, panting.You’re an awful tease.

I laved my tongue over her, laughing as another full-body spasm took her, and glided towards her thigh again.

Cirri’s breath rasped as I nuzzled her again, my lower lip brushing against a spot several inches below her pussy, and I let the venom in my fangs flow—one drop, two, three. Enough to numb the pain, to give her ecstasy, without driving her into a giggling stupor.

When I slid my incisors into her satin flesh she tensed again, her body going tight as a bowstring. A trembling moment passed, and she relaxed, gripping my horn tightly to keep my head between her legs.

I sucked the sweet heat of her blood, relishing the taste with every mouthful. She was perfection. No wine could compare; no other blood would ever quench my thirst.

My tongue lapped at her, licking away the thin rivulets of blood that spilled downwards, catching each drop before it could touch the sheets. To waste a single drop of her would be criminal.

Cirri huffed lazily as I wrapped my lips around the fang-pierced skin, taking another long draught. The hand that held my horn with a death-grip had vanished.

She was panting again, so relaxed I knew the venom had coursed through her body. For her, this would be all pleasure, a floating, warm cloud of bliss. She shivered as my tongue stroked her, healing the wounds. They would be silver by morning.

Moving slowly, nuzzling up to her pussy, I peeked at her. Her arms were flung above her head, one hand flexing slothfully.

My tongue delved into her again, and she moved under me, with the slow, syrupy motion of a wave.

The sound of her breathing, shallow and panting, was better than any words she could’ve spoken aloud. In those tiny sounds I heard her need, the tiny hitches and stutters as the pronged tips moved independently, curling around her clit and stroking her in time to the rhythm of her hips.

I heard her inhale, holding her breath, and she quivered. Her hips rolled, thrusting up to meet my tongue, and I plunged it into her, tasting the sweetness of her come as I stroked the sensitive spot inside her sex.

Gods, my cock was aching, but I wanted nothing more than to feel her shiver apart and then hold her. With her blood blazing like a fire inside me, I felt every trembling muscle in her body, the tightness of her lungs as she exhaled, collapsing in a limp heap.

I ran my tongue over her clit in a long, slow lap before climbing up over her, pulling her into my arms.

Cirri smiled up at me, her eyes slightly unfocused. The skin that showed every blush was pink, her hair wild.

Now you?she asked with desultory motions, flinging a leg over me.

I nuzzled her neck, pleased when she tipped her head back. “I want to hold you, Cirri. Let me hold you while you’re in the ecstasy.”

Ask and I will give, she said, a momentary seriousness coming into her gaze.You are mine, Bane.

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