Page 65 of Crown of Blood and Vengeance

I shivered, not from cold but from the raw intensity crackling between us, every nerve ending alive now that I was finally here with him. I gasped, a surge of blazing heat flooding through me as he bowed his head, his tongue skillfully drawing tantalizing circles around my nipple. He latched onto it with a fervent intensity, sucking harder and harder. I arched my back, surrendering more of my flesh to the searing warmth of his mouth. Fiery sensations surged through me like a powerful storm, leaving a trail of sizzling heat in their wake.

He lifted his mouth from my breast with a possessive growl that made my pulse quicken, then began a predatory journey downward, his lips and fangs grazing my torso. My heart thundered with a heady mixture of desire and danger; each commanding touch reminding me that I belonged to one of the most feared vampires in the underworld. Each kiss marking me as his.

His exploration was both passionate and demanding, claiming every inch of me as his territory. The sharp edges of his fangs brushed against my sensitive skin, a thrilling reminder of his lethal nature. The power radiating from him was intoxicating. This was a man who could order deaths with a single word, yet here he was, lavishing attention on my body with barely contained hunger. With fluid grace that spoke of centuries of control, he took off my oversized night shirt, the sound sharp in the quiet room. His movements were precise and deliberate as he stripped the fabric from my thighs—not gentle, but calculated, like everything he did.

His eyes met mine, dark crimson with predatory heat and fierce possession. This wasn’t just passion—it was ownership, dominance, the absolute certainty that I was his. Every touch was a reminder that I belonged to him, that I’d given myself to a creature who ruled the darkness with ruthless authority.

He flung my underwear aside with the same careless abandon as he had my shirt. His eyes, dark and intense, bore into mine with a possessive gleam. “You’re mine,” he declared, his voice a low, commanding whisper that resonated with a certainty that left no room for doubt, “and you will always belong to me.”

He commanded my thighs apart with the absolute authority of a king claiming his territory, his touch both possessive and mesmerizing. My heart raced with the thrill of submitting to such raw power—this man who ruled empires was focused entirely on my pleasure. When his lips found my most intimate place, a gasp tore from my throat, a surrender to his dominance.

His tongue explored me with devastating expertise, centuries of experience evident in every masterful stroke. Waves of pleasure crashed through me, each one deeper than the last. My fingers twisted desperately in the silk sheets, anchoring myself against the overwhelming sensations. All I could think of was how I’d dreamed of him during those endless days in hell, how I’d fought my way back to him, and now he was claiming me in the most primal way possible.

Something wild and desperate built inside me as his relentless attention drove me higher. My hips arched toward him of their own accord, offering myself completely to my vampire king. When release finally claimed me, it was like being consumed by dark fire, my vision sparking with crimson stars as I cried out his name. This was more than just pleasure. It was belonging, possession, the culmination of every dark fantasy I’d ever had about surrendering to the most dangerous creature in the supernatural world.

“My turn. I want to see you,” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat.

“As you wish,” he replied, his voice a low rumble as he rose to his feet, towering over me, his presence filling the room.

I rose onto my knees with a sudden, determined motion and yanked down his pants, exposing his eager arousal. His cock stood like a beacon, glistening with a fevered sheen. My hands gripped his buttocks with a fervent hunger, pulling him forcefully toward me as I engulfed his cock with my mouth.

He groaned, “Serenity,” his voice a desperate plea as his fingers gripped my shoulders with a fierce intensity. My tongue danced over his skin, relishing the sheer, unrestrained power that thrummed beneath. His hips thrust with an urgency, driving his cock relentlessly in and out of my mouth, each movement a testament to his overpowering desire and dominance.

“Enough.” The word came out as a dark command. In a blur of inhuman speed, he seized me with the raw power of an apex predator, pinning me to the bed as if I were prey he’d finally caught. His eyes blazed crimson with barely contained hunger. This was a king used to taking what he wanted, and right now, he wanted me.

He claimed me with the devastating force of a conqueror, each powerful thrust an assertion of his dominance. Our bodies crashed together like a storm breaking, his supernatural strength barely restrained as he marked me as his territory. Every movement spoke of possession, of a mafia king claiming what belonged to him, while the tenderness beneath his fierce passion reminded me that of all his family, I alone held his heart.

Angelo’s body tensed like a drawn bow, and he released with such explosive force that it sent shockwaves through the bed, slamming the headboard against the wall with a resounding crash. The raw display of his supernatural power thrilled through me; this was the feared vampire king who could level cities with his rage, yet he’d lost control because of me. Pride and love mingled with awe as I witnessed him come undone, his mask of rigid control shattered in this moment of absolutesurrender. The force of his release triggered my own, and I clung to him as pleasure and emotion consumed me, knowing I was the only one who’d ever seen him this vulnerable, this real.

He collapsed on top of me, gasping, his immortal heart thundering against my chest. I savored this rare moment of vulnerability. I alone was trusted with these glimpses behind his carefully constructed walls. The feared vampire king who ruled his empire with ruthless precision became something else entirely in my arms. Here, the masks crumbled, leaving only us, only truth.

“I love you,” I panted as I traced my fingers over the powerful muscles of his back, mapping the strength that had torn through hell itself to find me. Each touch was a reminder that I was alive, that I’d made it back to him.

“You’re mine.” His voice held that edge of possessive dominance that sent shivers down my spine, the tone that reminded me I belonged to one of the most dangerous creatures in existence.

“Say it,” I whispered, my heart racing. “I want to hear you say it.”

His crimson eyes blazed as he looked down at me, and for a moment I saw the fierce battle between his iron control and the depth of his feelings. Then his expression softened just for me, the mighty king allowing himself this one moment of complete honesty.

“You’re mine. I need you,” he growled, the words rough with emotion. “More than empire, more than power, more than immortality itself.”

He seized my mouth in a bruising kiss that spoke of ownership and power, reminding me exactly who and what he was. I clung to him, accepting his dominance but refusing to be deterred from hearing him say he loved me. It was so hard forhim to say it. I’d fought through the nine circles of hell; I could stand firm against my vampire king’s stubborn pride.

The memory of that first day flickered through my mind: when he’d purchased me at auction, I’d been nothing but property, another asset for his vast empire. Instead of keeping me as a mere possession, he’d drawn me into his inner circle, closer than anyone had ever been allowed before. From slave to confidante to the only one who could make him shed his armor of authority and control.

His grip tightened possessively around me, as if sensing my thoughts straying to the past. Those early days of uncertainty had evolved into something neither of us had expected—the Nephilim who became the heart of a mafia king, the Nephilim who’d brought emotion back to an immortal’s existence.

He made love to me again with an intensity that stole my breath. Slower this time, each touch deliberate and filled with meaning. This wasn’t the raw claiming of before, but something deeper, as if he was trying to brand his love into my very soul. My fierce vampire king, letting down every defense to show me the depth of his feelings without words.

Completely spent, I drifted to sleep in the safe harbor of his muscled arms, my head tucked against his chest. The rhythmic stroking of his fingers through my hair lulled me into peaceful darkness. For the first time since escaping hell, I felt truly at peace.

Until a sharp knock shattered the tranquility.

“Angelo.” Enzo’s voice was tight with urgency. His consigliere would never dare interrupt unless something was gravely wrong. “We have a problem.”

Angelo’s body tensed against mine, the gentle lover instantly replaced by the lethal vampire king. His arms tightened possessively around me for just a moment before he moved with preternatural speed, already reaching for his clothes.

The night wasn’t over yet.

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