Page 210 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

He strums my nipple between his fingers. I’ve never imagined my body could achieve such sensations, but every time he caresses my breast, a flash of light travels through me. Everything converges in the spot between my legs and the ache intensifies.

“Fuck, Minnie. You drive me crazy,” he rasps against my lips. “So. Fucking. Crazy.”

He draws back until our lips are barely touching, our breaths mingling together. I stare at him. He stares at me.

“Fuck!” He groans. His eyes shut close and small tremors rack his body. His hold on me tightens, both at my nape and over my breast.

His hips push into me. Once. Twice. The third time, he lets out a moan and he smashes his lips against mine again.

His hips push into me. Once. Twice. The third time, he lets out a moan and he smashes his lips against mine again. He moves lower, down my chin and neck, and when he reaches the top of my breast, he bites onto my naked flesh.

“M-Mine,” I whimper, digging my nails into his shoulders. He bites harder, a mix of pain and pleasure crashing onto me.

“Harder,” I tell him in a voice I barely recognize. “Take my blood.”

He follows my instructions, his teeth surprisingly sharp as he bites again, this time breaking the skin. The blood flows tothe surface and into his waiting mouth, and a wave of euphoria envelops me. Everything tingles. Everything is overstimulated.

He continues to thrust his hips against me, that hard male part of him brushing against my soaked dress. There might still be a barrier between us, but I can feel the heat radiating from him as if we were body to body.

His breathing becomes harsher. His hand is still on my breast, massaging my nipple while his mouth feasts on the blood pouring from me.

For the first time, I understand why this is forbidden—why demons do it despite being prohibited. Although it borders on eroticism, it’s so much more than that. It’s the exchange of life, of one’s own essence. I don’t think there’s anything more intimate than this.

With a last lick, he gathers all the remaining blood and kisses his way back to my lips again.

Resting his forehead on mine, his eyes swirl a dark green as he’s trying to catch his breath.

“You…” I trail off as I note the dark stains on his stomach. His seed. “But how? You said you needed your hands.”

He lets out a small chuckle.

“I don’t need anything when you’re so close to me,” he murmurs. “When you’re such an erotic vision come to life.”

My eyes widen and a flush envelops my cheeks. I never realized males could spill their seed so easily, but I am flattered he finds me so attractive that he doesn’t even need to touch himself.

“I suppose I wouldn’t mind helping you like this again in the future.”

He’s taken aback by my words, but as his lips tug up into a smile, he leans forward and gives me a sweet kiss.

“This is all I needed to feel refreshed,” he tells me, nuzzling his cheek against mine.

“More than a bath?” I ask cheekily.

“Darling, as long as I have your kisses, I can spend an eternity without washing, though I very much doubt you’d want to kiss me then,” he adds, amused.

I pull back and pretend to be scandalized for a moment. But then I give him another quick peck and whisper, “I think I might be persuaded to kiss you even then.”

His laughter echoes in the small bathroom.

Truth to be told, if he could be mine for an eternity, I wouldn’t mind anything else.

Mine goesto his debriefing session while I wash his clothes and hang them to dry alongside my dress. When he comes back, he brings me a couple of donuts, some M&M’s, and a chocolate croissant. Ah, this male certainly knows how to treat his lady right.

While I eat, I explain what occurred with the greed demon and what my suspicion is about the charity rule from the book.

“So you’re saying not everything counts as charity?”

I nod, popping another M&M in my mouth.

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