Page 112 of Of Spindles and Nightfall
He came toward her. “Are you ready for me, Aryana?”
Oh yes. How she longed for his wet, bloody hardness deep within her. “Zarathos, please. Fuck me.”
His eyes glowed with unabashed hunger. “Whatever you wish, my vampress.” It was so easy, how he shifted and speared inside of her. Aryana’s eyes rolled back. This was all she wanted.
He shoved deeper in small, sharp thrusts. Her legs wrapped around him to plunge him further, and she rotated her hips. “Gods…gods…Zarathos.” He groaned, his hand curling into her hair. He tipped her head toward his throat. “Drink.”
She didn’t want to drink. She was sated. She wanted to keep feeling him inside of her. He thrust deeper between her legs and his tail caressed her backside in loving, soft strokes. The press of his fingers against her scalp brought her lips to the open cut on his chest. “Drink.”
Ah, the scent of him. The sensation of him. She desired more of him inside her, every part of him, and her resistance melted away. She bit his skin, pulling in long drags of his blood. The utter bliss of having him take her so fully drove her to distraction, and she emitted a high-pitched whine as she came around his cock and Zarathos gasped.
He released inside her.
Immediately, he plunged back into her. “Again.”
He pressed her head to his throat, and she kept drinking, kept feeling him. Every part of her was tender—tender and raw and sore and sparking with heat and a piercing sensation that wouldn’t go away.
It wasn’t hard for him to make her come again. She spasmed harder this time, and she whimpered against his hot, inflamed skin, his blood coursing over her tongue, drowning out what would otherwise be shrieks of ecstasy.
He spilled inside her.
He didn’t release her. “Again,” he said, his voice dark and depraved.
She was wild, wild and raging. She rolled harder, harder. She didn’t care that she was sore, didn’t care about the pain of having him in her for so long. Didn’t even care that he held her head so that she was forced to continue drinking his blood. It all felt…it felt….
She came again. And again. And again.
Whenever she released, he came right after her, until they were nothing but a mass of bodies and wetness seeping out of her opening, off of his cock, rolling between them, coating the inside of her thighs, slipping over her ass.
All sense of time vanished, until he urged her head back, and he pulled out of her. Her fingers ached from gripping the chains at some point, as if that would keep her grounded. She stared at him, breathing hard. Some ounce of horror crept over her at the sight of him.
Bite marks covered his arms and chest. How many times had she bitten him? Crimson leaked from every injury, flowing down his body. Gods.
He stumbled a little.
The cum he had thrust up inside her flowed freely out of her. There was nothing she could do. There was so much she couldn’t pretend to keep it in.
“Zarathos, what did you do?”
He reached out and stroked at the fluid pouring down her legs, like an artist doing light and precise brushstrokes over a painting to get everything just right. His eyes were clouded, and he paused a moment, gripping her legs to steady himself.
What had she done? She must have taken so much from him.
He lurched away to his cabinet and pulled out his armor, nearly falling as he tripped over his own feet as he returned to her.
“You, you said you’d stop me.”
He didn’t acknowledge her words as he strapped the armor over her body. It was much too big, but that didn’t seem the point. He pulled the armored bottoms over her ass and then stood back to look at her. A satisfied smile crept across his face.
Right before he crumpled to the floor.
Chapter 36
Aryana
“Zarathos, Zarathos,Zarathos.”
He lay unmoving and panic arched up her throat. She pulled on the chains, the strength from his blood making her powerful, like she might snap metal. The hook on the ceiling groaned as she bounced, her feet lightly touching the floor as shepulled.
