Page 58 of Blood of Night (The Thorne Hill)

“It’s okay, my love.” He wipes away a tear with this thumb. “I’m here now.”

Nodding, I lift my head off his just enough to look at his handsome face.

“You’re really here.”

“I am,” he growls and draws his fangs, mouth going back to my neck. The tips of his fangs press into my skin but don’t break through yet. He holds them against my skin, getting a sense of my heartbeat and finding the best place to bite me. Fuck, I’ve missed feeling the shock of pain as his fangs puncture through my skin followed by the insane pleasure of multiple orgasms.

But instead of biting me, he sucks at my skin, teasing me. His fangs scrape against me hard enough to cause a little bit of pain but not hard enough to draw blood. I’m squirming in his lap, desperate and impatient. He’s wearing the same clothes he was the day he became the Horseman, and I cannot get him out of them fast enough.

Spreading my legs, I rub myself over his hardening cock and let my hands fall down his chest, fingers fumbling to get his belt undone. Impatient, I flick my wrist and undo it with magic. I’m so wound up I go a little overboard and energy sizzles around my fingers, zapping Lucas’s skin.

Finding magic usage in bed a turn on, Lucas lets out a guttural growl of desperation and flips me over, his large body hovering over mine. I widen my legs, pussy begging to be touched. I’m wearing a long sleeve shirt and sleeper shorts with black panties underneath. But I’m so wet already I’m sure he can feel it through the fabric of my clothes.

Lowering himself over me, his mouth goes back to my neck. I bunch the hem of his shirt up and run my hands over his muscular back, turned on and comforted at the same time to have him on top of me like this again. Mind-blowing sex has been an almost daily occurrence since Lucas and I first slept together. It’s not something I’ve taken for granted as I know how lucky I am to have someone like Lucas.

He has over a thousand years of experience, of perfecting his touch and figuring out how to read the signals my body gives off—ones I’m not even aware of all the time. We both feel a magnetic need to be together, fueled by desperation and the way we just get each other. Neither of us were completely sold on the idea of true love or soul mates until we met each other. Lucas confessed quite early on in our relationship that after sixteen hundred years, he had given up on feeling truly happy—until he met me.

I grew up reading romance novels and dreaming of a love so strong it can endure anything. I wanted it and tried hard to believe in it, but there was always a small voice in the back of my head saying that while a love like that is possible, it’s not for me. Because even before I knew the truth, I knew I wasn’t like the other witches and warlocks.

But then I met Lucas and all my fears and worries went away. He is, without a doubt, the love of my life. There will never be another like him. He kisses and sucks at my skin, teasing me, and I scramble to undo his pants. I pop the button and the force of his erection is enough to push the zipper down.

He moans when I cup my hand over his cock. Another wave of desire crashes over me and I circle my thumb over the gleaming tip of his erection. I need him inside me now or I’m going to explode. Everything is wound so tight inside me and the release is going to be fucking spectacular. I move my hand to his back and buck my hips, rubbing myself against him. Lucas positions his fangs against my neck, but right when I think he’s going to bite down, he rolls us over so I’m straddling him. Planting my hands on his chest, I pitch forward, tousled hair hanging down in his face, and rub myself against him. It wouldn’t take long for me to come just like this, but right as I feel the orgasm start to build, Lucas grabs my wrists and moves my arms back.

“Stand up,” he orders, and it almost pains me to tear myself away from him, but wanting to be his good girl, I do what I’m told. “Take off your clothes.”

Licking my lips, I move off him, muscles shaking. I take a step back and grab the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head. Lucas lets out a low growl of appreciation when he sees my bare breasts, and I drop my eyes to his cock, seeing it sticking out through his unzipped pants. Lips parting, I hook my fingers into either side of my shorts, pulling them down with my panties at the same time. The look in Lucas’s eyes almost does me in. He’s struggling again, wanting both my body and my blood—now.

The first time we ever had sex, he had me stand in front of him and strip in the moonlight. I was nervous then, feeling like I didn’t have enough experience to keep up with Lucas. But we’re perfect together, and while I’m not as nervous as I was the first time, I get the same sense of butterflies and excitement every time I’m with him.

And I know tonight is going to be exceptional.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he tells me, fangs glinting in the light. I inhale, causing my breasts to rise and fall and look right into his eyes. No one else can make me feel this empowered as he can. Knowing that I’m turning him on, that I’m the one making his big cock hard, gives me a rush and turns me on even more.

Moving with vampire speeds, Lucas gets off the daybed and stops behind me, with his front to my back. His mouth goes to my neck, fangs scraping against my skin. I lean back against him, letting out a small moan when both of his hands land on my waist again. He brings one up, fingers sweeping over my nipple, across my collarbone, and around my neck. His fangs threaten to puncture my skin, and I’ve come to love the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure.

My eyes flutter closed, and he brings his other hand down, caressing my thigh. His touch sends a jolt through me, making every nerve in my body tingle. I widen my legs, waiting for his touch. Lucas enjoys teasing me, knowing I lack the patience and control he has. But right now, he’s lacking too. He puts his mouth to my neck and curls his fingers up, sweeping over my clit.

I’m already wet, and he groans when he feels just how wet I am. He sucks at my neck and I realize he’s retracted his fangs, not wanting to drink my blood just yet. A soft breeze rustles the trees and I shiver as a moan escapes my lips. He moves his deft fingers against me, circling my entrance before rubbing my clit, touching me exactly how I like to be touched. With vampire speed, he can move his fingers fast enough to feel like a vibrator, and it pushes me over the edge every single time.

“Holy fuck,” I moan, already on the verge of coming. My knees start to feel weak and I reach up, holding onto the arm Lucas has around me. His fingers are on the pulse points in my neck, and I know feeling my heart speed up as I get closer and closer to coming is another turn on for him. The faster my heart beats, the easier I bleed, and knowing my heart is racing because he’s making me come is so fucking hot—for the both of us.

Lucas pushes two fingers inside me, making me cry out with the sudden rush of pleasure that floods my system when he immediately goes to my g-spot, rubbing against my inner walls. My mouth falls open and I’m almost there, teetering on the edge of coming. Everything inside me tightens, getting ready for the release. My breath hitches. I’m…so…close…

And then Lucas lets me go, stepping back so he’s not touching me at all anymore.

“Lucas fucking King,” I pant, throwing my arms out to keep my balance. My head is spinning as I turn, ready to hit Lucas with an energy ball and demand he put his head between my legs, licking and sucking my clit until I come so hard his face is soaked.

I stumble, and Lucas grabs me, laying me down on the daybed again. Balling a handful of material from his t-shirt in my hand, I pull him over top of me, spreading my legs for him. He draws his fangs again, lips pulled back just enough to show them off. With wide eyes, I look at him, heart so fucking full. He closes his eyes and puts his forehead to mine.

“I love you,” he growls.

“I love you, too.” My eyes flutter shut, and we stay there, holding each other like this for a moment. And then Lucas puts his lips to mine, igniting the spark that explodes into a wildfire. I push his pants down, unable to make it much past his hips before he loses his patience and sits up, taking them off the rest of the way.

“I need you,” I groan, my entire body desperate to have him push that big cock inside me. I’m still reeling from almost coming and I can’t stop rubbing against him. I’m still close and Lucas knows it. He’s going to draw it out as long as he can, and I love and hate him for it. “Make me come, Lucas. Please.”

“I love hearing you beg.” He moves down, sweeping his hands over me, and puts his head between my legs, kissing the tender skin on the inside of my thigh. I’m squirming, about ready to magically force him to me again when turns his head, nose rubbing against my clit so he can kiss my other thigh.

“I need to come,” I moan, arching my back and reaching down, touch myself. Lucas watches for a beat and then puts his mouth to me, flicking his tongue over my clit. I turn my head, mouth falling open as pleasure winds through me. He doesn’t stop this time, and he pushes a finger inside me, adding just enough pressure to push me over the edge.

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