Page 34 of King of the Damned
I wanthim.
Shamelessly, I grind my hips against his finger, forcing his touch to become firmer. He licks his teeth and smiles as if he’s been waiting for that.
“Let me taste you, Adelasia. Just one more time.”
I gulp before slowly nodding, tilting my head to the side to give him access to my neck. He smirks, still rubbing me in soft circles. He stops only to have his hands glide up the outside of my thighs to wrap his cold fingers around my underthings. He slowly, so slowly, pulls the garment down my legs, never once letting his eyes leave mine. If he’s searching for hesitation, he won’t find it there.
My forehead crinkles with confusion when he kneels before me, still not letting his eyes drift from mine.
“What are you doing?” I gasp.
“Tasting you,” he purrs, placing gentle kisses to the inside of my thigh in a line until he reaches my sex, which is now thoroughly weeping for attention.
“I…I thought you meant–”
“Silly girl, do you think I can’t multitask?” he murmurs against the most intimate part of me, his words dancing over the sensitivity there.
“Kaius I’ve never–”
His middle finger inches closer and closer to me. When the pad of his finger touches my bare center, I throw my head back and suck in a sharp breath at the sensation.
I feel a slight pinch and a sting. I look down to see Kaius has used his fang to cut my skin right above my core. He lets a small drop of blood gather before he sensually licks it up, trailing his tongue up to my navel and then kissing back down my stomach without breaking eye contact.
The pleasure that surges through my veins sits deep in my core, begging for more. He lets another drop of blood gather and trail down my sex, and only then does he lick up the drop. The action is sinful and erotic and my heart begins to beat faster. My skin grows flushed. My eyes grow heavy.
His tongue slides between my folds and he circles it around the bundle of nerves just below the cut before tasting both my blood and arousal in one swipe.
“Delicious,” he purrs against my skin. His mouth skillfully pleasures me while he greedily swipes up every drop of my blood that seems to drip faster the longer he devours me.
I feel a coil deep in my center begin to tighten, and my cries of pleasure grow more desperate as he slips his middle finger inside me. Between his mouth, his finger, and the way he groans with each pass of his tongue that tastes my blood, I fall apart. My body tenses and I throw my head back again as I convulse around his finger and experience a taste of the pleasure he’s always told me I could find only in his world.
He licks along the cut one last time before standing abruptly and crashing his lips to mine. His hands go to the straps of my nightgown–mine go to his cloak to shove it away from his shoulders until it falls to the floor. My perky breasts spill over the top of my gown as my hands unbutton his coat.
His hands leave my body to unlace his pants, but something in his energy shifts in the opposite direction. We’re both half-dressed, but I no longer see desire in his eyes.
I see that hardened, emotionless wall I’ve spent these weeks slowly breaking through.
Without a word, he tenderly lifts the straps of my nightgown back into place, covering my chest with the fabric, and then steps backward to remove himself from the cage of my legs.
“Kaius–” I plead in an attempt to hold onto the moment before it’s gone completely, but he holds a finger up to my lips and shushes me. He takes my hand in his to help me down from the counter. There’s something…shameful in the downturn of his mouth.
“Your neck will bruise by morning. I’ll bring a salve for the cut on your cheek to help the swelling. You can sleep here tonight.”
He leads me to his bed where he settles me under the blankets and even takes care to tuck me in. He sits at my side and uses a gentle finger to brush away a strand of hair and trace down my jawline.
“Did Dravon say anything to you before he attacked?”
The sting of rejection must be very clear in my eyes. I can feel the pathetic tears ready to spill over, but he does not seem to care.
I shake my head.
“Are you sure?”
“I…I remember thinking his eyes looked strange. But Kai–”
He cuts me off with a nod. A sign that he doesn’t want to hear more. He stands without a word, and I lunge for his arm, fisting my fingers into the sleeve of his shirt.
I gulp through the ache in my throat. “Kaius. Stay. Please.”
