Page 54 of King of the Damned
I give her a comforting smile. “Sometimes the forest can cause hallucinations. I wanted to be sure nothing still haunted you.”
She gives me an identical smile back. “I don’t believe in ghosts, Kai. I only believe in what I can see…”
I punctuate her sentence with a soft kiss. Taking her hand in mine, I make her rest her palm on my bare chest, sliding between my skin and my slightly open shirt. “Close your eyes,” I tell her.
When she does, I press her hand harder over my petrified heart. In doing so, I give her my ultimate submission—full and untethered access to me. She can see all the memories I have of her that Amatisi stole. She can feel every moment of concern I’ve had for her and most importantly, she can feel how deeply I’ve fallen in love with her.
And worst of all—she can see my inevitable dread of losing her, and how powerless I am to stop it.
She wanted to see, and now she has.
She flinches away and I can see the tears well in her eyes as all of my emotions settle into hers in an overwhelming wave of fear and love.
The salty taste of her tears touches my tongue as I kiss her again. This time, there is no hesitation. There is no fear. There is only her and I and the space between us fading.
Without her even knowing, I’ve walked us to my bedroom. Too lost in our emotions, the back of her legs hit the bed and she falls onto her back as I hold myself over her. Her cheeks flush and the blue of her eyes grows smaller as her pupils grow larger.
My lips leave hers to trail down to her neck. I can feel her blood pulsing in her veins and I can smell the desire flowing through her body. I have not been known to lose control often in these centuries, but with her, I would let her destroy me.
I nip at her neck and then kiss down her body, lower and lower as I have before. I taste her and her back arches beautifully off the bed as a soft whimper escapes her lips. She tastes divine. I cannot decide if her core or her blood tastes better.
But then I realize that she’s mine, and I have no reason nor desire to choose.
She gasps when one of my fangs nicks the inside of her thigh. When I slowly lick the cut, savoring the taste of her hot blood, her soft whimpers become desperate cries. The beautiful arch of her back becomes a roll of her hips, searching for more. Her fists tangled in the sheets become fists yanking on my hair to bring me closer. We become ravenous for each other and her taste is no longer enough. I need to feel her.
I continue to alternate between licking her core and the blood trickling down her thigh as I unlace my trousers. Freedom from the confines of my clothing only brings temporary relief. I swell and bob at the thought of feeling her heat around me. When I can no longer stand it, I crawl up the bed over her so I can see her face, flushed like a rose, and her chest panting for air.
I kiss her fiercely. Unable to control myself any longer, I tear at her nightgown until it’s in tatters around her and I can see every inch of the toned dancer’s body I’ve never had the privilege of marveling at until now.
A growl emanates from deep within my chest. “Oh, you are beautiful,” I tell her, before kissing her again and allowing my fingers to dance over her center. She’s so slick and warm. The smell of her blood and her sex mixing is intoxicating and driving me mad.
Her hand cradles my cheek and she quietly says my name. I meet her eyes to find that her cheeks have flushed an even darker shade of red.
Embarrassment, not desire.
“I’ve never…” she admits, looking down at the space between us and gulping slightly at the sight of me.
I mimic her actions and cradle her cheek with one hand while still circling her clit with the other. My lips ghost over hers and I breathe in every shuddering, nervous breath she takes. “I will be gentle. I promise. Just allow me this honor.Please.”
She nods. “On one condition.”
“Tell me anything and it’s yours,” I whisper against her soft lips.
She delicately moves some strands of hair from her neck and turns her head to the side. “I want to feel everything.”
I use my finger to move her chin to force her to face me again. Her heaving chest touches mine with every breath. The merethoughtof her offering herself to willingly let me feed on her, to bring us both unimaginable pleasure…oh Eternity forgive me for the way I will both defile and worship Adelasia this night.
I can feel my fangs ache with need and my own blood begins rushing to my face. Now her scent is even stronger, her heartbeat even louder, her eyes even bluer.
The last time she saw me like this she was afraid, but I see no fear in her eyes. I see trust and I see….I see…
The hunger and desire overtake me and I slip into her slick core as my fangs pierce her neck. She cries softly at the intrusions, but then she arches into me, her legs wrap around me, she flutters intimately against me.
And in that moment, we are lost and consumed in a storm of blood and passion so unbelievably fierce that it links the chains of our very souls.
Twenty-Four
Adelasia
