Page 57 of Blood Bond

His tongue dances with an expert grace, tracing patterns of ecstasy along the sensitive folds of my most intimate place. Each flick and stroke builds on the last and I’m on the precipice of a climax that promises to be earth-shattering.

As his lips suck on my swollen nub, my body convulses with electric currents of pleasure. A moan escapes my lips, a primal sound that echoes in the air around us. Seth's fingers slip inside me, their movements matching the rhythm of his skilled tongue. The dual sensations send me spiralling into a vortex of pure sensation.

I gripthe sheets beneath me, my knuckles white. Seth's tongue works its magic, exploring every inch of my core with an unyielding hunger.

My body trembles at the exquisite torture he inflicts upon me, my moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second.

With a final surge of determination, Seth increases the tempo of his movements. His fingers thrust in and out of me, matching the rhythm of his tongue as it flicks and dances over my swollen bud. The pressure within me reaches unbearable heights, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I can't hold back any longer. My body tenses, every muscle coils like a spring ready to unleash its power. Sensations explode through me like fireworks, each touch igniting a new burst of pleasure.

"Seth ..."

I gasp his name, my voice a mixture of need and urgency. Seth looks up at me, his eyes smouldering with an intensity that matches my own. He withdraws his fingers from within me, eliciting a whine of loss from deep within my throat.

"I need you," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. Seth's lips curve into a wicked smile as he rises to his feet, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He sheds his clothes with deliberate slowness, revealing a body chiselled with strength and desire.

I watch him hungrily, unable to tear my gaze away from the sight before me. His hard muscles ripple with his movements, each flex and stretch a testament to the power he holds. My breathing quickens as he crawls back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

His lips descend upon my mouth, a searing kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting. The taste of him reignites a fire deep inside and I pull him to me.

With one easy movement, he slips inside, filling me completely. I gasp, my arms wrapping around him. The sensation is overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and need that threatens to consume us both. Each thrust of his hips sends shockwaves of ecstasy through my body.

I losemyself in the moment, surrendering to the raw passion that binds us together. Sweat coats our bodies as we move in perfect synchrony, our bodies becoming one in a dance.

There is a tenderness in his touch that takes my breath away. With each thrust, he holds me close, his arms wrapped tightly around my trembling body. His lips find mine again, kissing me with a hunger that mirrors my own.

The room fills with the sounds of our pleasure. Moans and gasps blend together, creating an erotic melody that feeds the intensity of our connection. I can feel the heat building within me once more, a deep ache that only Seth can quench.

As his pace quickens, so does the storm within me. Every stroke of his hardened length pushes me further towards the edge of euphoria. I clench around him, urging him on.

His eyes lock with mine, a silent promise passing between us. The pleasure builds like a tidal wave, threatening to crash upon the shore of my senses and consume me whole. Seth's grip on my hip tightens as he senses my impending climax.

And then it happens. The dam of pleasure breaks, and a tsunami of ecstasy floods through me, washing away any coherent thought. I arch my back, my body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over me, each one stronger than the last.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers … those words again.

I swallow hard, feeling those words. “I’ve got you, too.” He moves still, a relentless rhythm, his own desire driving him forward. His brows furrow in concentration, his muscles straining as he inches closer to his own release. I can see the intensity in his eyes. I want to watch him, but my body is lost.

His fingers dig into my flesh, leaving delicious marks on my hips as he thrusts deeper and harder. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, punctuated by our echoing gasps and cries of pleasure. Seth's movements become more urgent, his hips slamming into mine with a primal need.

I watch him through half-lidded eyes, devouring the sight of him lost in passion. The way his jaw clenches, his eyes filled with a wild hunger that drives him forward. In this moment, he is both predator and protector, claiming me as his own while cherishing every inch of my trembling body.

And then,with a final thrust, Seth finds his release. A guttural groan escapes his lips as he spills himself inside me, the warmth of his essence flooding my senses. I revel in the raw power of his climax, my body convulsing around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from him.

When he is done and trembling from the aftershocks of our shared ecstasy, he collapses onto me, his weight comforting and familiar. Our bodies glisten with a sheen of sweat as we catch our breath, the air thick with the scent of our passionate union.

I fall asleep in his arms. Sleep takes me and my dreams are light.

Until they’re not …

ChapterForty-Three

The doors swing open abruptly as two vampires escort Jonathan into the room, his resistance evident in the way he shoves and pulls at them. "What the hell is this?" he demands, his voice echoing with indignation, as he’s thrust into the main room where Donovan awaits with his book.

Jonathan staggers forward, his balance momentarily lost. He quickly regains his footing and shoots Donovan a glare of fiery determination.

"I asked, what's going on?"

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