Page 120 of Between Soul and Vessel
A sharp pain shot through my nipple, the feel of it so vicious, I was yanked back from my budding climax.
Head jerking down, my mouth fell open—there was a shadow needleinthe tender pink bud. The sight of it made me dizzy, my mind blaring that something so sharp did not belong in something so soft. And yet, there was no denying it—it was very muchthere, placed horizontally,allthe way through.
Warm ichor dribbled from the pierced point.
My world spun, my vision tunneling.
“Stay with me, Little Goddess,” Von directed, rolling his hips, drawing my attention to where we were connected, keeping me right there, with him.
The wicked things he was doing to me . . .
I would be lucky to have a sprig of sanity leftover when he was done.
His hand settled at the base of my breast, lifting it as he dipped his head forward. He ran his hot tongue over my flesh, licking up my shimmering ichor.
A husky, needy sound fell from my lips—the area was so incredibly sensitive, and yet it felt so damn good to have his tongue there.
I craved more.
My fingers wove into his hair as he took my nipple, shadow needle and all, into his mouth. His tongue brushedagainst it, and the stretching sensation I felt—suddenly, it was gone.
Like that, Von drank from the piercing.
It was a dizzying, sexy sight.
The pain dissolved, leaving nothing but pleasure in its wake. His mouth was scalding, but I felt something cool slide into my nipple—it felt no different than inserting an earring.
Von pulled back, and I looked down.
The wound was completely healed, in it a delicate, silver barbell.
Gently, Von moved his hips. His thrusts were slow, sensual, but they weredeep. With each one, I saw stars. His fingers swirled my nipple, and I moaned at the stimulation, at his carnal thrusts. It all felt incredible.
Hefelt incredible.
“Do the other one,” I rasped, unable to believe the words coming from my mouth. I hated needles, and here I was, asking for him to pierce me again. Surface level, I probably looked like a masochist, but deep down, this was so muchmorethan that.
This was a reckoning, my payment to the God of Death for my sins against him. It was a pledge, of my devotedness to him forevermore. And lastly, it was symbolic of mywillingnessto surrender to him—my mate, my king, my husband.
“Lean back,” he commanded, eyes burning like emerald fire.
Obliging him, I did, my torso hanging dangerously outthe window, my legs hooked around his hips as he continued to thrust inside.
“Tip your head to the sky.” His hand swept down my neck, down my chest, lower yet.
I looked up, toward the bright, vivid moon—the only witness to the pledges we had made tonight.
His knuckles grazed over the unpierced flesh. Lightly, he pinched the soft bud. I felt something sharp press against it.
I buried my teeth in my bottom lip, anticipation swelling.
Von retreated, unsheathing himself almost fully.
At the same time his shadows pierced my flesh, he drove back in.
“Von!” I screamed, as pain and pleasure exploded, my world flashing with blinding white light. I didn’t orgasm, no, but what I felt was on an entirely different level of bliss. And I had no words to explain it, but all I knew was that it was such an incredible high, an adrenaline rush unlike anything I had ever felt before. Like jumping off a cliff. It wasexhilarating.
“I’m right here, love, I’m right here,” he reassured me, his mouth finding mine, kissing me sweetly. “You did so well,” he praised between kisses.
