Page 88 of Blood Sacrifice

An explosion of pleasure radiated from my womb through my body, leaving me shaking and gasping for breath, my fingers opening and closing as if I was trying to grasp my sanity.

Salvator released my thighs, pushing them apart to allow him to settle himself between my legs while he kissed a trail up my body, the tip of his tongue moving up the midline between my breasts. His face appeared above mine, his eyes glowing amber in the dim light. He reminded me of the first night we had been together, when I had had no idea about the physicality of sex, only what I had witnessed for ceremonies in the temple.

I couldn’t look away, even though it felt like Salvator could see into the depths of my soul. The past and the present collided in this moment. Two people drawn together by fate, and blessed by destiny. He had been my guiding star even during the intervening years when we had been separated.

Salvator leaned down until our foreheads touched, all our chakras in alignment, our life forces pulsing against each other’s to create a unique energy. The fingers of his right hand skimmed down my side.

“I can feel her inside you, part of each of us, and yet her magic is unique,” Salvator said, his lips touching mine as he spoke. “Nothing matters more than keeping both of you safe.”

“I can’t do this alone,” I whispered, a tear escaping down my cheek. “I barely survived without you last time.”

“None of us chose war, but I’ll be there to ensure every one of those corrupt warlocks is dead and their bodies burned.” His words dripped with venom, his fingers grabbing my hips in masculine possession. “They stole four hundred years from us. I refuse to let them steal a second more.”

I felt his emotions slamming into me with an intensity that left me breathless with desire. This man was like Misti volcano, brimming with passion and ready to erupt, even though you could rarely read his emotions. He had too many emotions contained in his tall, muscular body, almost as if he was empathic.

My arms snaked around his lean waist, tugging him closer to me, his body fitting against mine perfectly. “We each had our journey to travel, and the destination was here, finding each other again when we could love freely.” Our breaths mingled together, and tingles rippled over my skin. “You would have always regretted leaving your pack and running away.”

It was true. Salvator had too much pride to run away from a fight. Even now, he was preparing to face Balor and the rest of his enemies head-on, and that lit a fire that burned low in my stomach because he was a hero who fought for his beliefs, and he was all mine.

I tilted my head so I could kiss him, allowing my lips to speak against his while my fingers trailed up his back. There was something intoxicating in knowing this complicated, beautiful man had chosen me when he could have any woman he wanted.

He met my lips with a ferocious energy, as if he was trying to imprint himself on me. He didn’t need to because every beat of my heart whispered his name. My nails dug into his warm flesh, scratching up his back until I reached his shoulders. His canines scraped my lip, and a feral beast reared its head inside me.

My mind went back to the night we finally gave in to our passion, stealing time away from the temple so we could be together.

“I missed nights like this,” I muttered against his mouth. “In the darkness of the night, you belonged to me. I had to pretend you meant nothing to me in the light.”

“You were always mine,” Salvator said, a growl enunciating his words. “I never regretted throwing that vile little worm who followed you around with his dick hanging out off that mountain.”

My mouth fell open as I stared up at him. I remembered the search parties looking for the man he was talking about. Ihad never put two and two together all those years ago. He had grabbed me outside the temple one evening, and I managed to escape him, telling Salvator about it later that night.

“Mine,” he repeated, his eyes glowing amber. “Always.”

“Yours,” I affirmed. He had been my avenging angel, keeping me safe physically, and spiritually from a distance.

Salvator smoothed my hair back from my face, his eyes never once leaving mine. His head lowered slowly until his lips touched mine in a sacred vow. I felt his erection rubbing between my legs in an erotic massage.

My knees had been gripping his hips, but my legs fell open in silent invitation.

Under the heavens as witness, his cock pushed into me with an agonising slow pace that made my eyes flutter shut for several seconds.

“Look at me,” Salvator commanded, and my eyes snapped open. “I want to see every single emotion flicker in those beautiful eyes of yours.”

I lay transfixed as he continued to thrust slowly into me, until we were joined fully and were no longer two people, but one entity. There had been nights when I was lost in my dreams, that I felt Salvator moving inside me with this perfectly slow pace that drove me insane.

His eyes glowed brighter, and his cock thickened as he combined energy with his wolf, and it felt as if they were both moving inside me together, both of them claiming me in their own way. His elongated canines bit into his bottom lip, his claws digging into my hips while he thrust forward and pulled back.

It was an exquisite torture, that slow pace that filled me to completion but refused to give me the friction I needed to climax. Over and over, Salvator plunged so deep into me that my breath caught, his movements powerful and dominating. I lost track of time as I relinquished control of my body to himand abandoned myself to a world of sensation. The rest of the world blurred in the distance, Salvator’s low words of possession sounding as if he was underwater, or maybe it was because I was drowning in sensation.

My lower stomach was on fire from the slow, steady pace. His hips moved in time to a ceremonial drumbeat in the darkness, and in my head we were sacrificing ourselves to each other at the altar of desire. I needed to touch him, kiss him, join myself with him in every way possible until I no longer knew where I ended and he began.

I tugged his head down to mine, losing my battle for self-control because I craved the sensation of his lips moving on mine, possessing me in a way that only he could. I was impaled by his hard cock, his tongue delving into my mouth, and his fingers created magical paths of seduction on my skin to eventually find their way under my ass.

Salvator pushed himself back onto his knees, bringing me with him in an easy, fluid movement, his strength taking my body weight as if I weighed nothing. He continued to kiss me while I wrapped my arms around his neck and my knees clamped against his waist.

He felt bigger in this position, his cock pushing deeper than I thought possible. All our chakras aligned from where we were joined at the root chakra all the way up to our third eye chakras on our foreheads, the crown chakras above our heads pulsing with energy.

For a moment, our bodies rested against each other, and I let peace flood my body. This was where I was supposed to be, with this man, loving him and being loved by him. Everything else, including the upcoming war, obscured into insignificance when we were together.

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