Page 56 of Blood Bond

Seth's fingers entwine with mine, anchoring me in this surreal moment. His thumb caresses the back of my hand, sending ripples of anticipation coursing through me.

The room is enveloped in a charged silence, thick with the tension of unspoken promises and shared desires. Every fibre of my being vibrates with anticipation and my heart beats a wild rhythm, urging me towards a future unknown yet irresistibly compelling.

“I’m here.”

Without breaking eye contact, Seth leans in slowly, his lips just inches away from mine. His breath dances against my skin, warm and fragrant. It's a heady mixture of mint and sandalwood, intoxicating my senses and clouding my thoughts.

Heat radiates from his body, drawing me closer like a magnet and I can’t stop myself, but this is not like with any of the men at Crevan’s. This is something else. The weight of Seth’s statement swirls around us like a tempestuous storm and with each passing second, the space between us diminishes, until finally our lips meet in a gentle and tentative kiss. Our mouths move together in perfect harmony, exploring and tasting one another with an urgency born out of years of longing.

My heart strums as the kiss deepens, our lips moulding against each other with increasing intensity. There is only the sweetness of his mouth against mine, the feel of his warm breath mingling with mine.

Seth's fangs graze against my lower lip, a subtle reminder of his true nature. A jolt of fear courses through me, but I find myself leaning into his touch. His kiss becomes more fervent, his lips trailing down my throat and collarbone, leaving a trail of wet heat in their wake.

“Seth …” Waves of pleasure cascade through my body as his name escapes my lips. His teeth gently graze my skin, a light touch that amplifies the sensations rippling through me, sending shivers down my spine, until his hands roam over my curves, tracing each contour with a reverence that leaves me breathless.

His touch is both possessive and tender and as Seth's lips find their way back to mine, I taste the metallic tang of blood on his tongue. But there is no time to question it. The kiss intensifies, fueled by an undeniable hunger. His body presses against mine, the closeness speaking volumes of his longing and need.

His caresses grows bolder, his hands gliding up my sides and slipping beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. Every touch is a word in the unspoken language of our connection, each movement deepening the bond that pulls us inexorably together. He pulls away only to push my t-shirt up and pull it over my head.

The cool air in the room sends goosebumps across my skin, but then his fingers are tracing the contours of my breasts, teasingly circling the hardened peaks beneath my bra. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs. A soft moan escapes my lips, swallowed by the intensity of our kisses. Seth's touch is like fire on my skin, electrifying every nerve ending, setting me ablaze with desire.

He eases me back onto the bed, his lips never leaving mine. The weight of his body pressing against me, sends a surge of anticipation through my centre. A shiver runs down my spine as Seth's strong hands glide over my torso, inching closer to the clasp that holds my bra in place. I arch my back, silently urging him forward.

With expert precision, he unhooks the clasp and slowly reveals my breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darken with desire as he leans down to capture one peak in his mouth. The sensation of his warm, wet tongue swirling around my nipple sends pleasure straight to the core of my being.

As Seth's lips and tongue lavish attention on one breast, his hand kneads and caresses the other. But amidst the intoxication of desire, I catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes. It's as if he's unravelling the layers of his own existence, allowing me to see beyond the seductive facade he wears. And in that moment, I understand that this connection is more than just physical gratification. It's a dance of souls, seeking solace and something I don’t yet understand within each other.

I thread my fingers through his hair and guide him upwards, pulling him away from my breasts. “Should we be doing this?”

Between breathless kisses, words escape Seth's lips. "You can tell me to stop. You have a choice."

I look into his eyes. " I don't want you to stop."

Seth's eyes darken further with a mix of desire and relief. Then his hands are moving again, gliding to the waistband of my pants. His touch is both gentle and deliberate as he slowly begins to unbutton them, his fingers dancing over each button like a maestro playing an intricate melody.

With a soft gasp, I feel the fabric of my pants loosen around my hips, the cool air kissing the exposed skin beneath. Seth's hands slide down further, gliding over the curve of my hips. I suck in a breath, silently urging him to continue this journey of discovery.

His lips leave mine with a breathless sigh, planting kisses along the column of my neck. A shiver dances down my spine as his teeth graze against the sensitive skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Every touch, every kiss, every nip of his fangs pulls me deeper into the abyss of passion.

With a sure hand, Seth slides his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, teasingly tracing along the edge. The anticipation builds within me, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

I bite my lip, fighting back a moan as his fingertips graze my most intimate area. The delicious friction makes me yearn for him even more—a hunger that can only be sated by his touch.

Seth's eyes meet mine as his fingers move with deliberate intent, slowly sliding my panties down my legs, revealing all of me to him. I am bare and vulnerable, exposed in body and soul. And yet, in this raw state, I feel an indescribable power.

He slides down my body and as his lips graze against the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, it's as if every nerve ending in my body sings in harmony, attuned to the melody of his touch. I surrender myself completely to the symphony that unfolds between us, the rhapsody of moans and sighs that punctuates our movements.

His breath is warm against my skin as he inches closer to my core, his lips hovering tantalisingly close but never fully touching. It's a delicious torture, a game of desire and anticipation that leaves me teetering on the edge.

“Oh, God …”

There’s mischief in those eyes, and with a final teasing nip of his teeth against the sensitive bundle of nerves, Seth finally gives in and presses his lips firmly against my throbbing centre. Waves of pleasure crash over me, radiating from that point of contact and spreading throughout my entire body. I grasp for something to hold onto. His tongue dances skillfully, swirling and flicking in a rhythmic motion that drives me to the brink of madness.

I feel myself losing control, surrendering completely to the sensations he’s creating. My back arches involuntarily, my hips rising to meet his mouth as he continues to feast on me. The intensity of his ministrations is intoxicating, pushing me further into a realm of pure bliss.

Every stroke of his tongue, every gentle suck sends jolts of electricity through my veins. I am lost in a sea of pleasure, drowning in sensations that leave me breathless and craving more. The outside world fades away as all that exists is this moment.

I am consumed by him—his touch, his taste, his scent filling my senses and overwhelming my every thought.

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