Page 72 of Bound in Blood

I grind myself against his hard length, still annoyed by this turn of events. As soon as he bites me, I’ll want him inside me too. And I’ve been starved of him for weeks. “It’s so unfair.”

He laughs softly, his warm breath dancing over my skin. “I am sure I can still make it entirely pleasurable for us both, little one.”

I know he can, but it won’t be the same.

“Do you recall the first time we bonded?” His voice is low and husky, and it only stokes my need for him further.

“Yes.” It was intense and incredible and so very, very hot. “I set your office on fire.”

“You turned my books to ash.” He kisses me until we get to the bed, and then he tosses me onto it. I bounce in the middle. “And you burned yourself into my soul, Ophelia Hart.”

Wow. He is so intense. Sexy, brooding, and intense, and he makes my ovaries melt too, which is not conducive to getting pregnant, I imagine. He kneels between my legs and pulls the sundress off over my head, another item of clothing I borrowed from one of Osiris’s relatives.

Alexandros growls as he hooks the finger into the waistband of my panties. “What is this tiny white scrap of cotton, Ophelia? Are you purposely trying to drive me insane?”

“What?” I glance down at them on the floor. They are tiny, and they barely covered my ass, but they were the only new pack of panties available. While I’m grateful to Osiris’s family for loaning me some clothes, given the choice between new and previously worn panties, I’m gonna choose new every time. I will reimburse whoever I need to for them as soon as I’m able. “I had limited options. It was those or nothing.”

He arches a dark eyebrow and runs the tip of his pointer finger through my aching center. “Nothing would have been a very good choice. You should consider that option in the future.” His gaze roams my body and comes to a stop between my thighs. My skin burns under the heat of his scrutiny.

“Yes sir.”

He slips a thick finger inside me, and my back arches off the bed as pleasure rockets through me. He moves in and out, massaging the sensitive spot inside me, and my thighs tremble. “You are always so ready for me, Ophelia.”

I moan, grabbing for him, but he remains frustratingly out of reach. “Alexandros, please.”

“Do you need more, little one?”

I pant out a breath. “Yes.”

He adds a second finger, stretching me wide and causing burning hot pleasure to spike in my core.

“Such a responsive little thing for me, agápi mou.” He leans over me, holding himself up on one muscular forearm. “I am going to enjoy feeding on you whilst you come on my fingers.”

His teeth scrape over my skin, and my pulse flutters violently, like my blood is screaming for him to claim me. Why is he drawing this out? It’s torturous. And there’s no way he doesn’t feel this same clawing need.

“But it is an exquisite torture, agápi mou. Is it not?” He sinks his fingers deeper, swiping them over a sensitive spot deep inside, and my entire body trembles. “You fall apart so beautifully for me.”

His tongue flicks over my pulse, and he grinds the heel of his palm against my hypersensitive clit. “Alexandros.” His name pours out of my mouth on a keening moan.

“I know, little one,” he murmurs while he works his fingers in and out, hitting the same sweet spots over and over until every cell in my body is frantic for release. Frantic for him.

I cling to him, rocking my hips and arching my neck, trying to force my flesh into his fangs. But he’s right. This is exquisite torture. I teeter on the edge of heaven, knowing redemption is only a breath away. Tears squeeze from the corners of my eyes. My nails sink into his skin. I beg and moan as I ride his hand.

And when I’m sure I can’t possibly take any more, his sharp fangs pierce my neck. And I fall, spiraling into a euphoric haze of pleasure. Down and down I tumble before he pulls me back again, sucking harder on my neck and driving his fingers faster and harder until I’m cresting another wave and crying out his name.

Ophelia.He groans my name, and the word resonates in my mind as our bond is anchored back in place. I can feel his blood thundering in my veins along with my own now, just as it shouldbe. The euphoria builds within him as his need for release grows, and I work my hand inside the waistband of his pants and push aside his boxers until I’m able to wrap my fingers around his shaft. It pulses in my hand, hot and smooth.

Fuck.He growls the word inside my head.

You like that?I ask, tipping my head back farther so he can have better access to my neck.

He takes the opportunity to sink his fangs deeper.You know I do, little one.

I slide my hand up and down his length, collecting precum with my thumb and spreading it over his crown.How about that?

He grunts and ruts into my hand while he works his fingers inside me deeper and harder. Once again, I fall into oblivion, only this time, he comes right along with me. I wrap my legs and my arms around him, clinging to him as we both pant for breath and tremble with the aftermath of our climaxes. He keeps his face buried against my neck, the wound from his bite already healed.

“I love you, Ophelia,” he whispers.

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