Page 17 of My Blood Is Yours

My breathing turns shallow as I lift the sponge and bring it to his shoulder, squeezing slightly. Water runs in rivulets down his thickly muscled shoulder and chest. His cock hardens further, now fully engorged and straining towards me. Even the bulge at the base of it grows fuller, as if desperate for my touch. It makes every silken inch of him glisten, the veins more prominent. Saliva pools in my mouth as I watch a bulbous, glistening pearl of pre-cum leak from his tip. A barely audible whimper leaves me. Sariel lets out a low groan that echoes in my chest.“Elowen…”

The word is pained and reverent in equal measure. A shudder works through Sariel’s body as I finally begin to scrub gentle circles with the sponge, followed by the bar of soap. His body relaxes slightly after a few moments as I methodically begin to cleanse the top half of him, front and back, unsure if I should wash his hair. This soap doesn’t look like it would be kind to his long locks. “Shall I wash your hair?”

He hesitates for a moment. “Perhaps just a rinse.” My throat works when I return the large sponge and lift it above his head, dousing him in water. “Close your eyes.”

Sariel tilts his head back as I pour water over his body, a vision I never thought possible. It spills down his face, and his arms flex, but the restraints hold. Murmuring an apology, I drop the sponge and gently wipe the water from his eyes, my fingers lingering at the corners, my thumb brushing his sharp cheekbones. His gaze locks onto mine, and that strange pull in my chest tightens.

His tongue sweeps over his sculpted lips—broad, full, and perfect—its near-black hue catching me off guard. My core clenches, his nostrils flare, and in my periphery, I see his cock twitch.

“Your scent is intoxicating, Elowen.”

ELOWEN

Drawing in an unsteady breath, I return to lathering Sariel’s body, thoroughly working over every inch of him.

Lower and lower.

Until finally, I’ve reached the lowest point of the V at his defined hips before it draws unforgivably close to his erect cock. My mouth grows dry. “May I?”

A helpless laugh shudders out of him. “I would say yes, but I’m afraid I’ll shame myself and spill my seed all over your pretty dress.”

My reply comes too fast, pulse fluttering wildly as leaden butterflies take flight in my stomach.“I wouldn’t mind.”

My cheeks flame with hot-faced shame as I stutter an explanation. “I—I just mean that, as I said earlier, it’s only natural. You can’t help your body’s needs, and you’ve been through a traumatizing ordeal. I… I wouldn’t mind helping you to—to achieve some relief for yourself… I know what it’s like. To some degree.”

Sariel’s brow remains tense as he grows silent for so long I fear I’ve offended him. Just as I open my mouth to offer an apology, he finally speaks. “May I smell you first?”

Smell me?

As unusual of a request as it is, I nod despite being unsure of how to fulfill it. Sariel, thankfully, senses my confusion.

“Set your hair to one side and bring your neck to my face.”

My heart thunders wildly. “Will you bite me?”

Even though the idea frightens me, a larger part of me hopes the answer is yes.

A streak of white splits in his face in a devastatingly handsome grin. “Bite you? Elowen, there are only a few things I desire more in this life—all of which revolve around you—but I would never give you my bite or my mark to harm you. Only to bring you pleasure and claim you as mine. If you’ll have me.”

Foreign emotion rises and swells like a cresting tide within me. I’ve never heard of such things in my life, and I’m not entirely sure I have the nerve to vocalize them. My body, on the other hand, seems to have no question at all. With very little hesitation, I find myself following his guidance.

A deep hum starts in his chest and turns into apurras his nose traces the column of my neck. A soft, undeniably needy sigh escapes me. The sponge in my hand falls into the bucket as my knees threaten to buckle. I have never in my life been touched in such a sensual way. His name is a murmured prayer upon my lips.“Sariel…”

My breath comes in soft pants that cause my peaked nipples to scrape against the fabric of my dress as my hands settle on his shoulders, nails carving crescent moons into his flesh. His voice comes out as little more than a growl. “Let me taste you.”

A soft gasp escapes me as I draw back to look into the dark twin pools of his eyes as I whisper my surprise.

“Taste me how?”

“I can smell your arousal so strongly, I’m salivating for it. I want you to sweep your fingers through the pretty little pussy I’ve been dreaming about, coat them with the honey drippingbetween your thighs, and then I want you to bring them to my lips.”

I am… thoroughly scandalized.

But I am even more aroused.

I can scarcely believe I’m doing it as I bend to grab the skirt of my dress and reach a hand into my undergarments. Sariel’s lips part as he watches me.“Show me,”he breathes.

My throat works as I lift my skirt higher and pull my undergarments down to rest just beneath the heft of my bottom. My body hums with need for him, and emboldened by the sight of his desperation for me, I part the lips of my pussy for him and drag two of my slender fingers from entrance to clit. I can’t help but circle it once, twice, thrice, before finally holding them inches in front of his face and spreading my fingers to show him the clear string that stretches between them.

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