Page 118 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

Then, he bit his lip. Hard. The fang punctured his flawless flesh, and a thick bead of black oozed out and splattered on my upper lip.

That was my undoing.

I lost what little hold I had over the reins of my humanity just as I came violently, a brutal orgasm ravaging every nerve in my body. My skull split with a sharp pain that was dulled by the intense pleasure sweeping over me like a tidal wave as my fangs punched through my gums.

I screamed and moaned, feeling like a feral animal. If there was any sense or reason left in me to feel ashamed, Sterling never gave those emotions a chance to surface. He stroked my hair, beaming down at me with an undiluted adoration that I caught at the peak of my orgasm.

“There she is,” he cooed on a honied purr. “My beautiful queen.”

My heart, my vagina, my freaking soul, all of it turned to ash in the wake of the fire that this sullied priest had ignited inside me. It felt so good that for a second, I questioned if it was possible to die from too much pleasure. Maybe under the marble-hard, perfectly crafted body that was Sterling Knight.

Unable to hold back for another second, I sunk my teeth into his throat, right where my father had bitten him centuries ago.

For a beat, the vampire went board stiff against me, his muscles going completely rigid. Then his body jerked and twitched, and I could feel the movement deep within where we were still joined.

A pained whimper left him as my mark sizzled into his skin, but it only lasted for a few heartbeats until he was fucking me again, surging into me while keeping his throat steady so I could easily feast on his blood.

Thiswas the moment. This was what the night had been building up to. As soon as my teeth pierced his skin, with him penetrating me in return, the tension shattered. And all that was left was pure fucking bliss, wrapped up so close in each other that I was positive there would always be a piece of him inside me, lodged deep within.

I couldn’t get enough of his blood. It filled me and felt as necessary as oxygen, as intoxicating as a lethal narcotic.

Unable and uncaring to rein back my rabid instincts, I released a low growl, laced with a moan as the combination of his blood filled my mouth and the wash of his cum filled my womb in the wake of his release.

Feeling warm and full, I came undone with him, crying in the crux of complete rapture.

When I withdrew my fangs from him, he pulled himself up on his arms to stare down at me, as if he could see me perfectly, splayed out beneath him. Blood dripped from his throat, speckling my breasts, and he arched down to suck them clean.

“Fucking perfect,” he said on a sated sigh that tickled my nipples.

Coming down from the adrenaline high, I peered up at him through my tangle of red hair, unable to look away from the mark I’d given him. Reaching up, my fingertips grazed the already sealing puncture holes to form a silver scar.

Brushing my hand over his jaw, a smear of his black blood streaked his skin. “You’re perfect, now that my father’s mark is gone. You belong only to me now, Sterling. And I’m never letting you go.”

He titled his head to catch my fingers with his lips, kissing them. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

With extraordinary strength, he grasped me by the waist and rolled us over so that his back was now pressed to the table with me straddling him. I grinned down at him, impressed that he was still hard as steel inside me.

“You want more?”

“More? I want everything.” Then he slid me a smile that had me instantly wet all over again, igniting that flame deep in my lower belly where the head of him pressed. “Bite me, ride me, do whatever you want to me, love. I’m yours.”

Had there ever been words as perfect as those?

Mine.

My mate.

Still seated on top of him, I lifted myself so that only the tip of him was inside me and slammed myself back down, taking way too much glee in the way his eyes popped and his jaw clenched.

Rolling my hips back and forth, I rode him, my pace frantic and wild, chasing that promise of yet another climax. Sterling gripped my breasts, smearing his inky blood all over me as I fucked him hard and fast. His hands fell away, pressing against my lower tummy as if he was feeling for the impression of his cock.

“Look at you,” he groaned, peering straight through me with his messy, silver trusses screening his eyes. “A queen on her throne.”

I smirked down at him, writhing on his body like it was made for me. “And what a perfect fit it is.”

It was true. It wasn’t just some dopamine-induced dirty talk. I meant every syllable, down to the marrow of my bones. And I knew he felt it too. With this coupling, I had lifted at least a little of the stain my father had left on Sterling.

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