Page 30 of Queen of Ashes and Scars
Chapter15
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LEO
Arielle bites her bottom lip as I guide her to my old bedroom and close the door. I haven’t lived here in years, and yet Mum never peeled the Green Day posters off the walls or threw out my off-scale sketches. My vampire queen doesn’t look like she belongs here, the walls of the chalked house probably more brittle than her bones, her flawless porcelain skin vivid and bright compared to the washed-down fabric of my comforter.
Struggling to breathe, I lay her down on my bed and swallow her questions with a kiss.
I punished her. I got so good at it that I overlooked how badly I was punishing myself. I laid in bed at night fantasizing about a life that was never perfect to begin with, cursing vampires and brooding over the future I’d lost. I never once allowed myself to make the best of a bad situation and examine my true feelings.
My only goal was to be miserable, and I achieved that in spades.
Arielle came to my childhood home to offer me a complete do-over. My vampire princess, my queen. She’s offering me the world…and I don’t want it. I wanther.
Her tongue eats away at my sanity with every passionate brush, her small hands tearing at my shirt and grazing the skin underneath.
I lied to myself. Blood rushes at my temples, my chest, my cock. I want to show her what blood does to a man. I’m dying to feel her curves and test how perfectly her full, round breasts fit in my hands. To see if her depths will feel as refreshing as her kiss.
The pin holding her hair up catches the sunrays filtering through my white curtains, and I pry it off her head. Her black waves cascade down her back, and I comb my fingers through the silky strands. I could have done it a dozen times, but I’d almost always chickened out. What a waste.
I begged her to keep the pleasure of the bite from me and refused the perks of this life. The truth was staring at me right in the face, but I was too proud to see it.
I could never be free of her.
She stole my life and my heart in one big swoop. Since that first intimate moment, when I held her against me and vowed to protect her forever, it was pointless to resist. Pointless to pretend she was just another vampire.
She owns me, but not because I’m her servant. She owns my soul because of who she is. Fierce and good and delicate. And I’m done being stubborn.
She’s so fucking beautiful, her dark ringlets spilled across the duvet, her lips pink because of my heated kiss, her chest flushed with need and hunger.
“Spread your legs for me, princess.” There’s a bite in the word because I can’t help myself. I’m still angry. I’m still broken. This might just stitch me back up.
She bites her lips and obeys.
I’m hard as fuck, my cock pressed tightly against her inner thigh.
The flowy silk skirt of her dress is so thin it’s almost translucent, and I sneak my thumb under the lace guarding her sex. She’s soaked through, her arousal pooling between her legs.
I wish I could go slow, but I’m bursting at the seams. The need to possess her as deep as she possesses me is stronger than anything.
My cock is warm and painful in my hand as I guide it toward her soaked entrance, the blood pulsing through it beat by beat. I push the lace aside and thrust into her in one fateful push.
“Leo. Oh, by Nyx, you’re scorching hot!” She holds on to me with longing and desperation, and I move inside her, relishing her cries of pleasure.
I’ve read enough about my role in her life to know my blood will forever be her favorite, so I’m not too worried about her redheaded fiancé, or her deadly Alec… They can’t ever compete with me.
They might have demon stamina or a hundred years of experience, but her beast cravesme.
“Bite me. Like you did that time. Bite me like that.”
She sinks her fangs into my neck, her drenched walls snug around my length. Everything throbs. My skin, my heart, my cock… All the way to the tip of my toes, the orgasm rocks me, one wave after another as I thrust inside her, over and over again, stretching her until her back arches and her screams become incoherent.
I’m right there at the crest of my own orgasm forminutes, the spell she cast over me leaving me ravenous. She flips me onto my back and drinks another mouthful of blood. The quakes in my belly subside, my dick greedy for more, still so hard it glistens in the morning light.
Arielle tosses me an evil grin. “Looks like you want more.” She kisses her way down my chest.
When her mouth closes around me, wet and naughty and perfect, I grip a fist of her hair. “Fuck, yes.”
