Page 47 of Blood Sacrifice

He groaned, lifting his clenched fist to his mouth to bite down on it.

“Please,” I repeated, removing his cock from my mouth. “I feel like I’m going to explode.” I returned to teasing him with my mouth and tongue.

He watched me, statue-still for several moments while I sucked and licked.

“Fuck!” his shout echoed around the room and startled me into sitting back to stare at him. “I can’t do this, Luna. You crawl over me and drug me with your kisses every night and forget about me every morning. Your scent covers me, driving me fucking insane. There’s nothing more that I want to do than to sink into your body and find my way home, but I don’t think I can live with you staring at me tomorrow as if I’m a monster who has stolen your favourite toy.”

I had believed those moments of passion were dreams. It had never occurred to me that I was actually rolling about in the bed with Salvator, stopping just short of having sex. He had never forced the issue, letting me set the pace for our passion.

Sucking in a deep breath, I pushed myself to my feet to stand in front of Salvator. The expression in his eyes was tormented, strain showing on the muscles of his face.

“We are mated,” I said in a low tone, my fingers racing over the hard muscles of his stomach. “Nothing can undo what your bite has done. We are linked in the way we had both needed all those years ago, the way I wanted to link with you that last night we were together. Our lives are tethered together, which means our bodies must do the same.”

My hand circled his cock and I slowly moved my fingers up and down, watching the play of emotions in his amber gaze.

His hand came up to grip the front of my throat, tipping my head back. “There is no backing out from this, Luna. The bond is only half formed to allow me to heal you. If you open your body to me, then you belong to me, and only me.”

I had only ever belonged to him. Every time I tried to be intimate with someone else, his ghost materialised and reminded me of who owned my heart.

The possessive gleam in his eyes should have me running in the opposite direction. Instead, I found myself leaning into him, my teeth scraping against his chest.

“I need you,” I said in a low tone.

He was trying to save me, but there was nothing left to save because I was willing to sacrifice myself to him, to risk everything just to be with him. I had believed it was the passion of youth, but that flame still burned hot inside me.

Without saying another word, I turned and walked slowly across the room, stopping at the doorway to meet his heated gaze. I returned to the room I had woken in earlier, climbing into the middle of the bed, and opening my legs. It felt wanton and lustful, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was Salvator and the feel of his body on mine.

He appeared a few moments later in the doorway, his amber gaze leaving heated trails on my skin, his erect cock pointing at me as if it had led the way.

The moment to escape had passed, but I was tired putting barriers up to protect myself. I lay bare and open to Salvator, the expression in his eyes giving me confidence.

“We only ever saw each other in the moonlight,” he said, his voice containing a lisp since his canines had enlarged. “It was as if we were creatures of the darkness.”

He moved to the bottom of the bed, and the man who stood there was the fantasy lover who had lived in my imagination for four hundred years as I replayed every moment we had experienced together until the colour began to fade from the memories. I held my hand out and he crawled onto the bed, coming to rest between my legs.

“This has to be a dream,” he said, shaking his head, his fingers trailing down over my stomach to come to a halt between my legs. “Because you only look at me like this in my dreams.”

I sat up so that our faces were close together, my hands landing on his muscular thighs. “Does this feel like a dream?” I asked, leaning forward until my lips hovered over his. “Because when you make an appearance in mine it always ends before I can feel that ultimate release.”

He closed the gap between us, our noses and foreheads touching. “There’s no walking away if we complete this mating. You’re mine. Forever.”

“I’ve always been yours.” I pressed a kiss to his full, sensual lips. “Always.”

He took that as permission, his lips coming down with a possessive energy that pushed all thoughts from my head as he intoxicated me. All that mattered was that Salvator was here with me right now. When he first reappeared in my life, I keptwaiting for the clause, for him to be taken away again, or to meet the woman who had taken my place in his life.

I had always loved the sensation of his lips on mine, even in stolen moments in the darkness when we were nothing more than kids. His tongue warred with mine, our mouths saying the words that neither of us could speak.

Salvator’s mouth opened wide, his eyes golden amber as he stared at me when I trailed my nails down his back in assured possession. He pressed me back into the bed, his hands wrapping around my wrists to pin them above my head.

“I love that my mate has claws,” he said against my throat. “I want to feel them embedded in me when I’m balls-deep and ready to explode.”

When had the quiet boy learned to talk dirty?

I turned my head to flick my tongue against his pulse. “Only if you bite me properly this time. A mating mark is created from passion that can’t be contained, not gently so you don’t hurt me.”

His teeth grazed my skin and I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through my body. Tonight, I didn’t need a gentle lover, a creature of darkness had awakened inside me and she needed a monster to play with her. I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing myself on his long, hard length in the search for friction.

“Fuck!” Salvator groaned, grinding his hips into mine, making me moan in response.

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