Page 55 of Cruel Vampire King

A shiver ran through me, and I nodded eagerly. Then, I lifted my chin to give him access to my neck. To my surprise, his lips only skimmed over me and moved further down. He kissed and licked his way down my torso before settling on his knees before me. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them as he pulled me to the edge of the table.

I gripped the edge of the table, my eyes going wide. “There?” I gasped.

He kissed my thigh and laughed. “Where else am I going to taste you?”

“I thought you’d drink from my neck.” My cheeks went warm, warmer than the rest of me.

Luken paused, then chuckled as he kissed me again. “I don’t mean tasting you that way, Elara. Haven’t you heard of oral sex?”

My blush deepened. Of course, I had. I’d even seen it, when I watched the others at the coven have their orgies. Why had it not occurred to me, even with him kneeling before me like that? “I thought men didn’t like doing that.”

“Some men don’t. I do.” Luken moved one hand to my hip. He kept his eyes on me as he slowly kissed his way to the juncture of my thighs.

I watched him, enjoying how his hair spilled out of its braid over his shoulders. He was so handsome it took my breath away. I held my breath as his tongue flicked out, finding my clit almost at once. A bolt zinged through me. My breasts tightened, and my core swelled. My hips jerked, but Luken’s hand on me kept me in place.

“You taste exactly how I thought you would,” he said, humming in pleasure.

He didn’t say much for quite some time after that. His face buried into me as his jaw worked. His tongue and lips moved over me in ways that were as intense as his fingers had been in the hot springs. My body undulated, wanting more and trying to escape the overwhelming sensations all at once. I let my head fall back and groaned. My hands remained locked on the table, afraid that if I released it, I would grab his hair and make him stop.

“Oh, no wonder women go crazy for men,” I moaned. “This is… amazing.”

It wasn’t a good enough word. It was as though I’d reached the final prize in a journey that had done its best to break me. It was as though, up until this moment, I had been lost and alone, and now there was someone who saw me. Was this what sex was, I wondered? Or was this something else? Was it about me and Luken? Would I have felt this same way if it was anyone else with their tongue driving into me?

My thighs trembled on either side of him as I gazed down, my eyes half-closed. He worked me expertly, as though he knew everything that would have me gasping out his name. It was more intense than I could have imagined. But even with this pleasure sweeping through me, a small spike of dissatisfaction crept into me.

It wasn’t enough.

It was wonderful, but I needed him closer. I needed to touch him. I needed to see his eyes darken in pleasure. There was too much space between us like this.

“Luken,” I gasped.

He redoubled his efforts, making me curl inward as I cried out.

“Luken!”

His hand left my hip and wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

“I need you,” I whined, rocking my hips to seek more friction even as I wanted more of him. “I want you closer. I’m ready. Take me. I need you.”

“Just a minute,” he urged me, the vibrations doing amazing things to the hardened bud he was working. “You’re close, Elara. Let me give this to you. I want this for you.”

Part of me wanted to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but his voice was deep and husky. The need in his tone left me shaking. I could hold on. I gripped the table tighter and let my gasps grow quicker. His mouth worked more wickedly, igniting the fire as it coursed through me. The tension advanced quickly, and I gasped in a single breath before he traced his tongue in a slow, languid motion, and I came undone. I fell forward, over him, as I cried out.

He caught me and shifted me down off the table, pulling me into his lap. He caught my mouth on his, and we kissed, deeply and passionately as the stars lingered throughout my body. I explored his body with mine, pressing up against him as tight as I could. I reveled in the feeling of our skin against each other.

His fingers tangled in my hair as his tongue tangled with mine in my mouth. I mimicked him, kissing him the way he kissed me. We only broke apart when he lifted me into his arms and stood fluidly.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye as he carried me to the bed.

“Very much,” I told him seriously.

He laid me on the bed and climbed over me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. I didn’t want him to leave me, not for anything. Burying my face in his shoulder, I inhaled his scent. He’d done everything I needed him to. He was who I thought he was four years ago. Tears burned my eyes unexpectedly, but I didn’t let them take root.

“Do I need to do anything?” I asked him, letting my hands trail down his back. He was unmoving over me, his chest heaving as he nibbled at my skin. “It’s time, right? Do I need to…”

I trailed off, not sure what I was asking.

Luken smiled as he leaned back on his elbows. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. I love how you’re touching me. Your fingers dance over my skin like spots of sunshine. Your touch is everything, Elara. It’s like I’ve never known light until I looked into your eyes.”

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