Page 40 of Crimson Devotion
“Ophelia,’’ I breathe out, reaching up to touch her face. She leans her cheek into my palm, eyes closing momentarily. The intimacy of the moment causes my chest to tighten, and the carefree, blissful expression that graces me when she opens her eyes makes my heart flutter.
“Yes, little hunter?”
That soft, breathy tune hits my ears, and my nipples harden under the dress. The sultry gaze in her eyes fills with hunger, her lips parting ever-so-slightly. Her sharp canines appear, and she leans down, biting down on my neck.
A deep, guttural moan comes from the back of my throat, causing Ophelia’s hands to squeeze my inner thighs, her long nails digging into my flesh until they draw blood. She sucks the blood on my neck, her tongue soothing the ache of the small wound. Each and every time she bites me, she bites the mark. And each and every time, it brings me close to an orgasm, despite the fact that she’s barely touched me.
“You’re soaked for me,’’ she moans against my neck, her hand dipping into my underwear. She strokes my clit slowly, provoking a chain of moans from my lips. I’m grateful no one else is in the castle to hear this, because I cannot keep quiet. She makes me scream, and she relishes the fact that she’s able to reduce me to a whimpering, stuttering mess.
She lifts her head, lips bloodied with my liquid, her eyes glossy. As she presses the pad of her finger against my clit, I writhe underneath her, arching farther into her touch.
“Oh, my,’’ she muses. “Someone’s very needy for me. What a good girl you are, little hunter.’’
“Ophelia, please,’’ I whimper, the words barely leaving my mouth. They’re stuck in my throat, and every rational thought leaves my head the moment her pupils blow out. The darkness, the abyss, and the hunger for me terrifies me to the bone.
Yet, on another level, it’s all I’ve ever wanted and more. To have someone by my side who’ll crave me more than they crave the air we breathe, to need to keep me by their side until our last, dying breath.
“Yes, my love?” she whispers, the lilting sound sending shivers down my spine. Her words don’t match the expression she holds, the stark contrast between the two creating a deeper, newly profound desire for her.
“I need you.’’
“Oh, I know you do, my sweet girl.’’ She leans in, kissing my forehead. The small act of affection makes me melt on the inside, my heart beating frantically filling my ears. She can hear it, too.
Her free hand comes to my chest, roughly ripping the fabric away, freeing my breasts. A low groan comes from her mouth, her lips thinning into a line. Her body trembles with pure need, a scent so sweet filling my nostrils that I’m practically teetering on the edge of the greatest orgasm I’ve ever felt.
She cups one of my breasts, taking the aching nipple into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around before she sucks on it, eyes flicking up to meet mine. It has to be one of the most erotic sights — her mouth filled with me, eyes consumed with desire.
“Please,’’ I croak out, the need radiating off me in waves. Ophelia sucks in a sharp breath, releasing my nipple with a loud pop.
“Words, pretty girl. I need you to use your words.’’
“Please, make me come.’’
The words barely leave my lips before she pushes two fingers inside me at once, a whining moan following suit. She pumps her fingers in and out, scissoring them inside. My legs part to give her more room, and she takes advantage of that, coming to suck and kiss my neck.
Her free hand squeezes my breast, playing with it. Rollingmy nipple between her fingers, she tugs on it harshly.
“Oh, I intend to,’’ she murmurs, her breaths tickling my neck. “But you have to sit still and let me get my fill first.’’
The deranged look on her face makes me go feral. She dips down, claiming my lips in a bruising kiss. She’s taking everything I have to offer and more, her tongue tasting every inch of my mouth. As she moans into the kiss, my body shudders at the sound.
Her free hand wraps around my throat, angling my head differently to give her better access. Her fingers tighten around my throat, and the pain is sharp, sweet — just like Ophelia.
I feel the familiar sensation building in the pit of my stomach, my nails digging into her shoulder. She smirks into the kiss, dragging my bottom lip between her teeth, grazing the sensitive skin.
“You belong to me,’’ she says. It’s not a question — it’s a statement. “All of you. Your body, mind, and soul. It’s all mine, little hunter. Forever.’’
“It’s all yours,’’ I agree through breathless gasps as she finds that sweet spot inside me. My vision blurs for a moment, and when I see her again, her eyes are brighter. The red is all-consuming, sucking me into its depths.
“I love you.’’
I’m not sure why, but those three little words from her lips, in such a delicate, soft-spoken manner, create sparks all throughout my body, and before I can control it, the orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks. I arch into her hand, and she obliges, continuing her restless pace while I ride the wave of my orgasm.
She pulls her hand back, sucking her fingers clean, and that just makes me yearn for more.
My hands reach for her face, and I bring her into a kiss. A squeal of surprise, followed by a soft chuckle, comes from her, but she kisses me back. It’s more tender this time, and in this moment, I come to realize one very, very important thing.
There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of eternity with.
