Page 109 of Her Dark Salvation

He released my neck, his lips trailing lightly across my sensitive flesh. My chest heaved with panting breath, and my heart pounded with raging desire. He licked the wound and lifted me off the couch and into his arms. I ran my fingertips over his lips, swollen from feeding, and marveled at their beauty. He shivered and set me on my feet next to his bed.

“How do you feel?” He pulled my T-shirt over my head and brought my hair forward, laying it across my shoulders.

“Strong. Alive.”

He ran his hands down my sides, hooked his thumbs around the waistband of my thong, and pulled it down to my ankles in one leisurely motion before trailing his hands along my legs on his way back up. He towered over my naked body, and I lifted my eyes to meet his hungry gaze.

“Unbelievably horny,” I finished.

His chest rumbled with laughter and a rare smile blessed his handsome face.

“I waited almost a century to drink from a woman whose blood was destined for my lips and my lips alone. I want to spend my eternity tasting only you.”

He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me softly, tenderly, in a way that conveyed all the love in his promise.

“Consuming only you.”

He kissed me again, this time using his tongue to make love to my mouth with slow, gentle strokes.

“Loving only you.”

He trailed his lips along my jaw to the other side of my neck.

“Worshipping every inch of your body. Here.” One of his fangs glided across my skin. He didn’t bite, but closed his mouth around where his tongue stroked my neck. Heat pooled between my legs.

The soft touch of his lips and the sharp edge of his fangs moved down my shoulder and past my chest until he reached my breasts.

“Here.” He teased my nipple with his fang, pulled it into his mouth, and sucked. The shock of desire was so intense, I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself.

“Here.” His kisses moved to the other nipple, and his fang broke skin when he dragged my sensitive peak between his teeth. Liquid fire sped through my breast, making it burn with need. I pinched and tugged on my other nipple wanting to mimic the feel of his teeth, and a deep, delicious ache traveled down my spine. I shifted my weight, my need to feel him inside me almost unbearable, and my arousal dripped onto the inside of my thigh.

He continued his sensual torment, trailing his lips, tongue, and fangs down my stomach until he knelt before me. He kissed me, just above my naked pussy, and my breath quickened. He looked up, eyes blazing demonic red, fangs extended just past his bottom lip.

“And here.” He dipped his tongue between my folds and dragged it from my entrance to my clit. He closed his lips over my pulsing sex and pulled it into his mouth caressing it with his tongue.

“More,” I breathed and shoved my hands into his thick, wavy hair. I pressed him closer. “More.”

He released me, draped my leg over his shoulder, and kissed the inside of my thigh from my knee to where my wetness had spread onto my leg. He licked my pleasure from my thigh, and a slow rumble of contentment vibrated through his shoulder into my leg.

“You taste as good as your blood.”

His hands closed around my hips, and he pulled me to his mouth. He swept the flat of his tongue up and down the length of my seam, moving in steady strokes until I was drenched. The venom leaking from his fangs tingled where it touched, intensifying the erotic sensations of his expert tongue. He covered my clit with his mouth and sucked in a slow, rhythmic way that made it feel like he was feeding, and I came apart.

My orgasm sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body, each pulse tearing long breathy sighs from my lungs. My fingers tightened in his hair, and my legs shook, nearly giving out, but he held me in place, hands squeezing my hips like a vise.

I descended to Earth from my physical nirvana, and he lifted my leg off his shoulder and stood. I staggered under my own weight, delirious with feeling, but he steadied me. He ran a hand down his face, swiping my wetness from his mouth, and unbuckled his pants.

I swayed as if drugged, lightheaded from the sweet aftermath of my first orgasm under the influence of his blood and his bite. With heavy-lidded eyes, I watched the most darkly beautiful man I’d even known undress.

He stood before me in boxer briefs, and I couldn’t resist touching him. I ran my palms up his thick, muscled torso to his neatly trimmed chest hair, trailed my fingertips across his broad shoulders, and clasped my hands behind his neck, pulling him toward me as I stood on my toes to kiss him.

I tasted myself on his lips, and the flavor of my desire caused a swell of aching need. My breasts felt heavy. I pressed them into his torso wanting my nipples to brush against the planes of his abs, wanting his hardness against my belly. As if he read my mind, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off the floor. He kissed me savagely, devouring my mouth with a hunger that had only grown more rabid since nearly losing our future.

He inched us back until my legs brushed against the edge of the bed. I broke the kiss and scooted myself back. Extending my arms overhead, I laid down, writhing in sensual bliss atop the cloud of cool linens, presenting myself like a sexual gift fit for a king.

He shoved his thumbs into the tops of his boxer briefs and pushed them down. The swollen length of his cock sprang free, hard, proud, and ready to dominate. I opened my legs in wanton invitation.

He climbed onto the bed, on his knees between my legs, eyes red and hungry with blood lust. He held his cock at its base and ran the tip through my folds, coating it with my desire and teasing my clit with its broad head. But I wanted him inside me, wanted his thickness to fill me. I turned my head to the side, brushing my hair away to expose my neck, and spread my knees wider.

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