Page 38 of Blood Bound

I feel dwarfed by the sheer size of him on top of me, and when I finally allow myself to mold into his kiss, he lets out a sigh and breaks off the kiss.

“Hmmm,” he thrums, teasing me with more kisses at my chest, then slowly heading down. “I know we shouldn’t do this….”

“Then…stop…” I gasp, not wanting him to fucking stop at all, and he smiles against the flesh of my belly.

“You know as well as I do that I’m not able to, little lamb; you’re fucking intoxicating,” he says while kissing lower and inhaling at my mound. “Like poison dipped in honey, and I crave every. Fucking. Drop.”

I cry out when his tongue languidly strokes from my slick hole to my overly sensitive clit, and his chest thrums with an appreciative grumble.

“Gods,” he groans, digging his fingers into my thighs and slipping his tongue inside of me. “I thought this would be a one-off, but fuck…. I think I’ve made a huge mistake.”

I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or voicing his opinion out loud, but the feeling of his tongue teasing my throbbing clit in slow circular motions turns my mind to mush.

I run my fingers through his hair and push my throbbing pussy onto his mouth, wanting more of what his amazing tongue is doing. He groans, gently nipping at my clit but easing the pain by suckling on it before assaulting me with faster strokes of his tongue.

He’s even better than my fucking dream version of him, and without even using his fingers, he has me trembling and calling out his name for more.

“Forbidden fruit definitely tastes sweeter than honey,” he groans against my pussy, then with a final stroke of his tongue, he sits back and licks his lips.

I am so lost in lust that when he rubs the head of his cock against my folds, I open my legs even more to him.

“Do you want my cock, little lamb?” he teases, slipping the head in before pulling it out and teasing me again.

I moan, arching my back from the bed and opening my eyes, noticing that his eyes are crimson and his fangs are bared but feeling no fear whatsoever. He bites his bottom lip, and it bleeds, then drips the blood over my nipples and bends down to lap it up.

Why the fuck am I finding that so sexy?

“Gabriel…please…” I beg, then cry out when he slams into me once and pulls out again, chuckling.

“What are you asking me so nicely for, Katherine?” he says with his cock teasing my entrance again. “Tell me what you want.”

Another thrust inside of me, and I let out a yelp of surprise, the mere feeling of his thick cock stretching me to my limit has my head swimming with lust, and I am reduced to a begging mess.

“Please…I want you….”

“You want me…to do what?” Thrust, and I see stars. “Tell me.”

“I want… you to fuck me… please….”

“You want me to fuck you so hard that your delicious pussy trembles all over my cock, and you beg me for more? Is that what you want?”

“Yes…” With my face burning with shame, I don’t even have to open my eyes to know he’s smirking with glee. But that shame sets even deeper when he moves from on top of me and falls down next to me.

“That’s too bad,” he says, slinging his arm over his eyes with that smirk ever present.

Anger, disappointment, and desire course hot through my veins, and I rush to the bathroom to get away from the source. He did that on purpose, turned me into a horny mess, and made me sound like a whore.

I’ve never begged anyone for their cock before; I’ve never had to because sex just felt like a chore to me.

But Gabriel Priest had to be the one to make me feel alive again, he just had to be the one that lit a fire in my soul that can’t be extinguished by just forgetting about it. Why did his God have to curse me like this? Why am I the one who ends up feeling like a fool?

A sob bubbles up in my chest, and I slide to the floor against the tiled bathroom wall. I’m fucking stupid; no matter how I feel about him, he’ll never feel the same way about me.

I need to speak with Valentine about this, maybe I’m able to reject this the same way a werewolf rejects their mate.

“Katherine,” Gabriel’s voice, still sounding like honey, grates on my soul, and more tears slip down my cheeks. “Open the door.”

“Please leave me alone. You got what you wanted and turned me into your whore, so please… just leave me alone.” I say and pull my legs up to my chest, sobbing quietly. I truly am a fucking fool, aren’t I?

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