Page 62 of A Heart Of Bitter Poison
I let him free of my mouth and drag his hard length down my chin, down my throat, down the center of my chest and across my breast. I skim the tip of his erection around my hardened nipple. “You’re not allowed to make promises, Reaper.”
“I will keep them,” he says, breathing hard as he holds his wrist out to me. He wiggles his fingers. “Drink and I will tell you what they are.”
I watch his wrist and try to quell the rising sense of need as I run my tongue in a languid stroke across the tip of his sex. “If I don’t, are you going to do them anyway?”
“Definitely,” he says, moaning as I suck his length back into my mouth. “But I like it when you drink.”
“Hmmm,” I say, letting the sound vibrate through his cock until I pull away. “You didn’t specifywhatI should be drinking, exactly.” I give Ashen a wicked smile before taking him as deep as he’ll go, working my mouth over his length and scraping my nails across his balls as he says my name like a desperate prayer, over and over. His cock thickens and pulses and his cum shoots down my throat. Even this sets something off inside me. Not the same as his blood, but I feel him. With everything I take, he becomes more a part of me, and I wonder if he feels the same about everything I give.
When I’ve swallowed the last pulses from his sex, I let Ashen go and he pulls me up onto his chest, wrapping his strength around my back. I think for a moment that’s it, we’ll rest and maybe I’ll go back to sleep in this warmth with a full belly and a body on the floor. Which,as if. We’re immortals. We have next-level stamina. Ashen rolls us over and pins my wrists above my head and I know he has every intention of keeping his word.
“You said something about things you were going to do?.. To me?..” I ask. One side of Ashen’s mouth kicks up in a sinful smile and his eyes rake over my face. I bite down on my grin and give him my best innocent doe eyes. His pupils flare with fire in response. “You look like you might gobble me right up, you heathenous creature.”
Ashen’s smile flashes and he kisses down my breastbone, sweeping his tongue across my flesh until he pulls my nipple into his mouth. My back arches and his grip on my wrists tightens.
“That isexactlywhat I am going to do,” he says when he lets go. “Then I am going to bury myself so deep inside you that you won’t know where I end and you begin. And when I have made you climax so many times that my cum is running in rivulets down your legs, I am going to flip you over and fit my cock inside that tight little ass and fuck you until I’ve filled you up.”
I gasp in mock horror and try not to giggle as I squirm. “Filthy demon. Unhand me. The power of Christ compels you.”
“No one is listening but me, vampire.” Ashen lets go of my wrists but clamps his hand around my throat, keeping me in place as he kisses his way down my stomach. “There won’t be a moment between now and sunrise when one part of me isn’t inside a part of you.”
“Salacious.Release me from your clutches, for I am a pious and holy damsel.”
Ashen stills, giving a pointed look toward the body on the floor and then back to me before nipping the soft flesh next to my belly button. I squeal and laugh, and a rumbling growl of desire tumbles from his chest. “And you will drink my blood as you ride my cock, moaning my name.”
“So demanding.”
“The demands haven’t even begun, my vampire,” he says as he nudges my thighs open and uses his free hand to pin one of my knees to the mattress. He drags his tongue across my pussy and circles my clit. “Besides, you love my demands. I can taste it on you.”
My marrow turns to lava. My back arches as he devours my flesh. I twist and writhe but Ashen keeps me pinned with a strong grip on my throat. He scrapes his teeth over my clit and pushes his tongue into my opening and swirls and sucks and feasts on me.
“Are you going to behave yourself this time?” he asks when he pulls away. His gaze rakes up my body and he watches my eyes with the acuity of a predator as he pushes a finger into me and then another.
I don’t say anything as he slides his fingers in and out with beckoning strokes. Ashen’s expression darkens. A wicked smile flashes across his lips. He keeps his eyes on mine as he takes my clit between his teeth and bites. I squeak and then gasp as he sucks away the edge of pain, leaving only pleasure behind.
“I asked you a question,” he demands, increasing the rhythm and stroking deeper with his two fingers.
“I don’t know how to be good,” I say, my voice breathless. I don’t take my eyes from Ashen’s as he looks up at me from between my legs. The desire and approval I see in his expression is magnetic.
“That’s my vampire. Now I want you to grind that sweet pussy on my face and ride my hand until you come undone.”
My heart feels like it’s imploding and exploding at the same time.
Ashen descends on me like a starving man. He pumps his fingers into my pussy. He laps the flat of his tongue through my folds and drinks my arousal. He circles my clit and every once in a while he bites, but always kisses the pain away. And then he sucks on that sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves, not letting go as I come. My hips buck from the mattress and he keeps my throat pinned down. He wrings every second out of my orgasm until I’m panting and boneless.
But true to his word, no sooner has he removed his fingers than his cock is sliding in. He brings his glistening fingers up to my mouth.
“Lick it off,” he demands as he pistons in and out with long, steady strokes.
“I’ll do you one better,” I reply with a devious grin before I suck his fingers into my mouth and bite him with my fangs. Ashen hisses in both pain and pleasure and I hold on, clamping down and drawing in his blood.
Ashen rails into me with punishing thrusts. His palm is still hot around my throat and his grip tightens. I feel the tension straining into my skin, constricting my air. I smile around his fingers and press my teeth in a little harder. I drink in my sweet arousal and honeyed venom and his smoky skin and coppery, tingling blood and I feel all my pain and loss fall away.
The whole realm seems to shift in his grip and in mine. There’s only this man and this feeling and this taste. There’s only the way he looks at me. There’s only his hand around my throat and my body stretching around his. My trust in my heart. My trust in his. How I ended up here I just don’t know. But in the absence of noise and thought, of sorrow and pain, there is only what I want. What I really, truly want. And right now I want only this, to feel Ashen in every part of me. In my body. In my veins. In my soul.
Ashen pulls his fingers from my mouth. My fangs rake through his skin, tearing it open in twin, clean lines, razor points gliding across his joints and one slicing through his nail. He growls but I know he likes it, he likes a bit of pain and punishment, he likes seeing his blood fill my mouth. I can tell by the way his body nearly vibrates with need. The way the ridges of his abs ripple. He slides to the very tip of his erection and slams into me.
“Hold out your tongue for me,” Ashen says, his voice like gravel, his hand as hot as a brand across my neck.
