Page 111 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“Hmm?” he hummed against me, the vibration turning me to putty in this carnal embrace as he traced the perimeter of my nipple with the tip of his tongue. “By the scent coming from between your thighs, I’m almost convinced you want me to bite you.”

Sweat beaded on my brow. “I…think I do.”

He titled his head, surprise flashing in his hazy orbs. “You like being bitten?”

I gave him a nod, my eyes wide as he straightened to his full height, then brought his lips to my brow to plant a chaste kiss there. At least it would have been chaste if it wasn’t for the fact that he still held my breasts in his hands.

“If I were to bite you, it wouldn’t be there.”

“Where then?”

He began another slow descent of kisses to my eyelids, my nose, my jawline. This time, however, his lips took their time moving across my skin, languid and deliciously skillful. A mouth like his had a precision to it that could bring me to my knees with just a single kiss. A soft whisper, a tongue stroke across his lower lip in a sensual sweep meant to entice. Bloody hell. All the pleasure that mouth could bring me, especially between my legs.

I was acutely aware of the heavy rise and fall of my chest as his lips skimmed down to the hollow of my throat and made their way to my jugular.

Every muscle in my body wound tight as I felt teeth and tongue swipe over the fragile stretch of skin. For one intense beat, I thought he was going to bite me. But he pressed yet another kiss there instead.

“Right here, the carotid artery.”

“But you said—”

“I said it was dangerous and that only a master vampire should feed from here. As an erogenous zone, it’s also an extremely erotic place to feed and can bring the donor a heightened sense of pleasure, so long as the vampire feeding from her knows what he’s doing.”

Another kiss, this time with more teeth. Still, he didn’t break the surface. I was sure now that he was trying to work me into knots so that he could take his sweet time unraveling them.

“Will you make me a promise, Ruby?”

I blinked at him, a little side swept by the sudden shift in his tone. “What kind of promise?”

His hand left my breast to curve around the base of my throat, his grip gentle but possessive in a way that was perfectly Sterling. “Don’t let any of my brothers bite you here.”

My lungs emptied of all my air as I used my last breath to ask, “Why?”

His lips curved into the most intoxicating smile, his own labored breaths feathering over my skin, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. “Because I like to think this part of you should belong only to me.”

Then I felt them, his fangs penetrating the flesh of my throat. I opened my mouth to shout his name, but all I could get out was a strangled mewl of delight.

My body against Sterling’s was like an instrument in the hands of a master musician. He played me like a damn fiddle, using me for my blood, and,fuck me, it felt so damn good I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop him if he insisted on taking every drop.

The ancient vampire let out a silken growl as he clutched me to him. His grip turned bruising, but I relished the sheer agony of it.

His arms banded around my waist, and he dipped me back as he fed on me. It was like some twisted version of those classic kids’ movies where the prince swept the princess off her feet to kiss her. When I was little, I always dreamed of someone doing that to me. But this version waswaybetter.

Thomas Knight’s painting was in my line of sight. From my angle, he was upside down, but I could still see him glaring at us, witnessing the bloody scene that probably would have had him tearing Sterling to pieces if he was still alive. Licking my grinning lips, I flipped off the portrait.

Sterling pulled me upright, my heart lodging in my throat when his blood-stained lips came into view. He took one hand off me and combed his fingers through his hair, leaving a crimson streak through his silver locks.

Jesus Christ.

He looked good enough to eat. As if he could read my thoughts, he flashed me a bloody grin.

“On your knees, Miss Baxter.”

Chapter fifty-three

Precipice

Onyourknees,MissBaxter.

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