Page 128 of His Dark Vendetta

His lips parted, and his eyeteeth elongated and sharpened into points. The color in his eyes solidified into a steady glow. He’d shared his demons, and now he shared himself, open and bared, and he was beautiful.

He dragged a fang across his wrist, and a slash of blood appeared. I shifted my gaze from the crimson in his expectant eyes to the crimson trailing down his arm. I held his hand and lowered my head.

I ran my tongue over the thick trail of blood, and my body’s reaction surprised me as much as the sweet taste. A force deep within me came alive, urging me to lap up every bit of blood from his arm and drink. My eyes widened and locked with Luca’s. I laid a hand on my belly and searched his face for confirmation. He gave me a knowing smile and nodded. My heart soared, and I fell even more in love with him and our family.

I licked his forearm clean, and every drop of him danced across my tastebuds, rich, metallic, and delicious. My senses climbed, and that force inside me—our baby—grew in contentment, eager for more. I closed my lips over the slash at his wrist and pulled blood into my mouth. He sighed, a satisfied sound, and hardened beneath me. I drank eagerly and thoroughly, each mouthful more fulfilling than the last and each swallow strengthening our bond.

He eased me off his wrist, and I panted from the sensory overload. The caress of wind from the ceiling fan on my exposed skin, the satiny sheets beneath my feet, the brush of his fingertips along my spine. The rich browns in his long hair, the deep red of his eyes, the bright yellow sunlight dappling the verdant foliage outside the window. The rustle of leaves, his breath and mine, the beat of our hearts. Everything was fresh and new, like I was experiencing the world for the first time.

He licked the wound at his wrist, and the red slash faded to a pink line. He brushed his fingertips across my lips and rested his hand on the nape of my neck. “How do you feel?”

“In love. Completely in love.”

“My little shamrock.” He squeezed my neck—“I’m the luckiest man alive”—and pulled me into a kiss.

I ran my fingers over his shoulder and up his neck and pushed them into his hair. I tugged, shifting my weight to the side, and pulled him on top of me. I stretched my arms overhead, and he broke the kiss with a sinful smile that was utterly Luca.

“I still owe you,” he said.

“Hm?”

“I never did return the favor from that night at Vesuvio.” His devilish grin was made all the more wicked by his pointed fangs.

My eyes widened. “I’m not going to argue.”

He chuckled and slid down my body. He hooked his fingers around the top of my panties and pulled the lace down my legs. He tossed them aside, spread my knees wide, and licked his lips like he was preparing to feast. He captured my eyes, and his swirled with red eddies of lust. “Can I feed?” he asked, his voice laced with the same hunger that shone through his eyes.

“Yes,” I said, breathy and excited. My heart beat faster in anticipation of experiencing his fangs inside me again.

“Get ready for the best orgasm of your life,” he said through his signature cocky smirk.

I laughed, and propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch the sexiest man alive pleasure me.

He lowered his mouth between my legs, swept his tongue over my folds, then pressed it between them, licking my crease. I whimpered and squirmed, impatient and ready for more.

A rumbling sound filled the silence, something close to a growl. It grew louder when he circled the tip of his tongue around my entrance, teasing and taunting me before thrusting it into my channel. He squeezed my thighs, forcing me to still, and licked me slowly from my entrance to my clit. He circled it with his tongue, then pulled the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucked.

“Ahh,” I whined, relishing the feel of his mouth on my sex. My legs twitched from the targeted sensation, and I bucked my hips, desperate for more friction, desperate for more Luca.

He lifted his head, and his lips curled back to reveal his fangs. He captured my gaze and without breaking eye contact, followed the same path he traveled with his tongue with one of his fangs, dragging it through my folds from my entrance to my clit. Venom leaked onto sensitive flesh, and the delicious toxin tingled, a warm thrill on top of his heated touch. And when his fang reached my clit, he circled and flicked it with the pointed tip until the sensitive nub was covered with venom and pulsing with desire.

“Unh.” The moan was deep, throaty, and unrestrained. My elbows collapsed beneath me, and my head fell to the bed, the stimulation from Luca’s fang a shock to my unprepared body.

He swirled his tongue over my sex, spreading venom through my folds before performing the same sinful act with his other fang. My pussy clenched, and my muscles seized. Pleasure climbed up my spine, then back down to my fingertips and toes, every nerve ending activated and aroused.

He pushed my knee higher, revealing more of my inner thigh, and trailed his tongue to the top of my leg, only inches from my opening. I lifted my head off the mattress, wanting to see him, wanting to watch what he’d do next.

Luca raised his eyes. His lips curled back, revealing the full extent of his long sharp eyeteeth, and his eyes’ crimson glow flared into a blazing inferno. I gasped, and he plunged his fangs into my flesh.

“Ahh!” I cried out at the shock of pain, but molten pleasure quickly replaced the momentary sting as his venom spread through my bloodstream. He fed his hunger, pulling hard on my artery, and the bite, so close to my core, made my pussy throb with each beat of my heart.

He groaned, and the vibrations sent a shiver skittering across my skin. He ran his fingers up my other leg and pressed his thumb into my entrance, coating it with my wetness and dragging it through my folds. He drank from my thigh, exchanging his venom for my blood, and rubbed my clit. Fireworks burst across my body with every swipe of his thumb.

“Luca,” I breathed. My head rocked from side to side. “Luca!”

My pussy spasmed, the sensations too much too handle, but the venom took away my ability to control, any capacity to hold back. With my heightened senses after drinking his blood, my orgasm consumed me, my body transformed into a conduit of pleasure.

Luca’s thumb never stopped. He sucked harder on my leg, and the continued pressure and venom took my orgasm to new heights. Time froze at the apex of sensation, trapping me in perpetual bliss.

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