Page 51 of Bound in Blood

“And you shall have me.” I flick the tip of my tongue along the length of her dripping wet center, and her sweet arousal coating my tongue has the beast inside me snapping its teeth, ravenous to be let loose and devour her whole. “But not before I have you.”

She lifts her hips to meet my mouth, her loud, unrestrained moans echoing around the room. Keeping one hand around her throat, where her racing pulse thrums against my fingers, I usemy other hand to press her thigh flat to the bed, holding her wide open for me so I can eat. And I eat like she is the only thing on this earth that can sustain me. Her sweet juices are life-giving nectar, coating my tongue along with my own release as I lick and suck and will myself not to bite.

“Alexandros.” My name falls from her lips on a satisfied moan, and the sound only makes me more feral for her. More desperate to make her scream my name in rapture once more. When she comes again for me, it is loud and life-affirming and delicious. I lap up every drop she spills, letting her taste overwhelm me. My head is spinning. Cock aching with a need that I have never experienced in over two thousand years. Ophelia Hart is my addiction. My ruin and my redemption.

I flick my tongue over my lips, savoring her taste. As her legs still tremble and she rides the endorphins of her orgasm, I remove her hoodie and bra, exposing her entire beautiful body to me.

I trail my fingertips over her full breasts, down her ribs, and onto the curve of her hips, enjoying the way her body responds to me. Her nipples pucker as she presses herself into my touch.

“I have told you many times that you are exquisite, agápi mou, but I do not believe I could ever truly convey the beauty of you. You are simply…” I press a single kiss to her lower abdomen. “Perfect.”

She lets out a contented sigh. “You flatter me, sir.”

Sir. The word elicits a deep growl, one that rumbles through my bones and makes her shiver. The time for gentle ministrations is over. I need to reclaim her in every way I am able. If I cannot mar her with my teeth, then I will think of other ways to leave my mark on her.

“I have warned you about calling me sir, Ophelia.” I push her up the bed until her head is resting on the pillow and crawl over her. “It makes me want to do very bad things to you.”

Her nipples brush against my chest as she sucks in a deep, rasping breath. Her pupils are blown so wide they obscure the vibrant blue of her irises. I swear a man could fall into those eyes and lose himself forever if he stared into them long enough. “I like it when you do bad things to me, sir.”

Damn, I want to bite her. I want to sink my teeth into her flesh and have her delicious blood fill me up. I want to be filled with her essence. Her power. Just her. I want to consume her as she consumes me. She runs her hand down my back, her nails lightly scratching my skin. I throw my head back, a loud, frustrated groan tearing itself from my throat. I cannot wait a second longer.

With a sharp tug on the waistband of my pants, I tear them open and free my cock from the confines of the fabric. It offers but a little reprieve from the constant throbbing ache. But when I sink inside her with one smooth stroke a second later, my body is flooded with overwhelming, mind-altering sensations of both relief and euphoria. I still my movements, remaining deep inside her whilst I let the feelings wash over and through me. Savoring each moment of this connection in a way I was unable to earlier, when I was too driven by my desperation to be inside her. Even now, my muscles vibrate with the strength of the need coursing through me.

“Oh, god.” Her nails rake down my back again, harder this time, piercing my still-healing skin, but I am too lost in the ecstasy of our connection to register any pain. She could pour molten silver into the open wound right now and I could not bring myself to care.

I press my forehead against hers, sucking in a deep breath that I hope will calm the racing of my heart. “Ophelia. You. Are. Everything.”

With Herculean effort, I pull out, reveling in the needy moan it elicits from her, before I sink back in. Her muscles squeezearound me, rippling around my shaft and milking precum from my crown. And every time I pull out to drive back inside her, her pussy holds me tighter than before. I screw my eyes closed and try to stave off my impending release, but it is no use. My sweet little elementai knows exactly what she is doing to me. She wraps her legs around my waist and stares into my eyes. And when she tells me she loves me, I come undone.

With a roar of her name, I empty my release into her once again, filling her tight channel until my cum drips out of her.

“That was amazing,” she pants.

I press a possessive kiss on her lips. “And I am not nearly done with you, little one.”

Her eyes widen. “Shouldn’t you get some rest, maybe?”

“There will be time for rest when I am in the netherworld.”

Her eyes flash with hurt, and I kiss her again. “Which will be a very, very long time away. When the world is nothing but dust. But until then, I may never sleep again, for I want to spend every possible second inside you.”

Before she can reply, I flip her over and give her a hard swat on the ass that makes her giggle. The sound is so pure and full of joy.

“I am driven mad by my desire for you, Ophelia Hart.” Grabbing her hips, I pull her ass up into the air and drive into her again, the ache in my cock not even slightly lessened by my previous two climaxes. I am not sure I will ever get my fill of her.

Her pleasure-filled screams are muffled by the pillow under her face as I fuck her again. And again. Like this. With her riding me. With her legs over my shoulders. Then, finally, with her legs locked tight around my waist whilst I stare deep into her eyes.

She unravels me completely before she puts me back together. Over and over again until we collapse in a heap on the bed, both of us panting for breath and fighting exhaustion. The boys are almost here, and for now, I am sated enough.

For now.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

AXL

Ophelia was right—riding a dragon is a lot more comfortable than you’d expect it to be. And although we can’t communicate telepathically with Elpis, she seems way less grumpy than her mate. Through Ophelia, we’ve been able to get updates on how far we are from Venezuela.

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