Page 145 of Blood Day
My name rolled through her thoughts, the warmth underlying her tone doing something to me. Something dangerous.
It made me want to hear that voice every day for the rest of my life. That soft, whispering caress filled with desire and trust.
I gripped her hip with my opposite hand, shifting her in a way that allowed me to slide into her. There was no resistance, just a subtle clench that begged for more.
Lily,I breathed.Sweet, beautiful Lily.
Most humans would be sore after everything we’d done, but she wasn’t mortal anymore. She was tied to an ancient bloodline.Mybloodline.
Which left her feeling very much alive. Strong, even. And beautifully wanton.
She gave a tentative flex of her hips, taking me deeper inside her. A soft little moan left her mouth, and then she began to move.
I let her lead, my palm resting on her thigh as my other hand moved to the back of her neck.
It was my way of telling her to play, and she didn’t disappoint. She kissed me and rode me and ran her fingertips all over my abdomen.
I loved it, feeling her take her own pleasure and indulge her needs.
She eventually sat up, the new position causing her head to fall back on an alluring sound, reminding me yet again of a siren. Her breasts swayed as she moved, a pretty flush dancing along her skin.
My palm slid from her thigh to her hot center, my thumb finding her swollen little numb. She jolted in response, goose bumps pebbling down her arms. Her nipples tightened into enticing peaks, that blush spreading and darkening as her pleasure mounted.
“Are you close, sweet flower?” I asked, my gaze catching hers.
I knew she was, but I still enjoyed her hissed response. “Yes.”
“Mmm.” I applied a little more pressure. “I want to feel you tighten around me, Lily.” I stroked her a little faster. “I want to listen as your mind unravels.”
Her movements were erratic now, her irises glazed with passion as she chased her pleasure.
“Will you do that for me?” I asked softly. “Will you shatter for me?”
An unintelligible noise escaped her lips, the words sounding like strangled consent.
“Now,” I added, lacing a subtle demand through my tone. “Come for me, Lily.”
Her back arched as she fell apart on top of me, her quivering intensity vibrating every inch of my being. It was so fucking hot that I nearly followed her over the edge.
But she moved, taking away her sweet cunt.
And replacing it with her mouth.
“Fuck,” I grated out, both shocked and enthralled by her abrupt move. She was still coming, her moans teasing my shaft as she took me deep into her throat.
No gag reflex.
No hesitation.
I hated to admit how well the university had trained her.
But I couldn’t deny it in this moment.
She took me so damn perfectly that I couldn’t stop the growl rumbling in my chest. “Lily.”
Her throat contracted, reminding me of her pussy, and her continued pleasure swirled through my mind.
She was stroking herself.
