Page 87 of Blood Sacrifice

“Walk with me.” My fingers threaded through his.

Every step reminded me of who we used to be, the young couple who stole hours from their lives just to be together. I sucked in a deep breath of fresh air, allowing it to settle inside me to chase away the staleness that had developed since I had been hit by the death curse. I stopped walking to inhale another deep breath, feeling the benefits of it.

Suddenly, I wanted to recharge myself like the crystals I left out under the full moon. Even though it was a new moon tonight, and the darkness enveloped us, I still wanted to feel the wind on my skin, and the stars to dress me in their light.

I pulled my top over my head, dropping the fabric to the ground.

“Luna? What are you doing?” Salvator sounded confused, bending to recover my top.

Instead of taking my clothing from him, I shimmied out of my loose linen trousers, stepping out of them. I was left in nothing more than my lace panties since I hadn’t bothered with a bra earlier.

I stretched, lifting my arms high above my head, wiggling the rest of my body. Nature was a healer on so many levels, affecting our physical and emotional auric layers, and I let that cleansing energy wash over me.

“Fuck it,” Salvator muttered beside me, his voice containing that husky edge that I attributed to his wolf. I felt the brush of his clothes as he removed them from his body and tossed them to the ground.

A smile curved my lips when I felt his fingers slip into my panties to push them down my legs, pressing a kiss at the base of my spine.

“We used to spend every moment we could steal naked in nature,” I said.

Salvator’s hands landed on my hips. “We were discovering sex. My dick spent every moment contemplating how to get back inside you again. Us being naked helped that situation.”

I leaned back against his strength. “Those were the moments when I felt most alive.”

The scrape of his claw made me shiver because nothing excited me more than having Salvator and his wolf merged together. There was something primal about man and wolf combined, a raw power that could never be harnessed by science.

“We were always terrified of being discovered,” I said.

“I was terrified of you being taken from me. I didn’t give a fuck who saw us, but those crazy warlocks would have killed you for lowering yourself to share your beautiful body with a wolf.” He kissed his mark on my shoulder, and I felt the echoes of that touch through my body.

“No matter where I hid, you always found me,” I recalled, goosebumps rising on my skin at the memory of the times he had caught and claimed me.

“You have always been mine.” His lips traced a trail down my spine, his hand caressing over my stomach. “We were destined to be together.”

I spun slowly in his arms, my body pressed to his. “Tomorrow we fight an enemy who has stalked us in the shadows. Whatever happens, know that I have always loved you.” I rested my forehead against his chest, unable to look at him or I would succumb to emotion.

His hands soothed over my ass, tugging me tighter against him. “Nothing is going to happen, because I refuse to lose you again. I walked away once, Luna. I won’t do that again.”

His fingers moved over my skin until he cupped my face in his hand, tilting my head to allow his lips to crash into mine. Salvator didn’t ask permission or coax, his lips demanded surrender. It was the memory of his lips that kept me alive in my darkest moments, because it was in these moments that I felt most emotionally attached to him.

Priestesses were supposed to be involved in sex to raise the energy for ceremonies, but I had avoided that in my time in the temple, especially after I started my relationship with Salvator. The thought of any other man touching me made me physically ill. Watching the other priestesses, I had realised there was a difference between sex and intimacy, and his lips moving on mine in assured ownership was intimacy. The way his fingers held me as if I was the most precious person in the world, and his tongue caressed mine, was a unique love language.

All the tension left my body, his energy flowing into me, infusing me with power and vitality. The night was our only witness, nature surrounding and supporting us. Tonight, it felt like we were reaffirming our vows before the cosmos in the same way we had all those years ago.

Salvator worshipped me, his mouth travelling from my lips to kiss everywhere, healing me in a way no doctor or healing potion could. His fingers and hands created paths on my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

I lay on the cool grass, the blades cushioning and touching me, the earth supporting me. Salvator lifted my right leg, kissing and nipping from my ankle all the way to my inner thigh, following a devastating path that stole every rational thought from my head. All that remained was sensation in this dark world of seduction.

My pulse thrummed a tribal beat, pounding through my veins in a rhythm that demanded the sacrifice of flesh and blood. Salvator was a dark angel hellbent on tempting me into sin and debauchery, his touch an aphrodisiac, and his mouth a lethal weapon designed to leave me begging him for kisses.

He placed my right leg over his shoulder, taking my left leg in his grasp to nip and lick all the way to the midpoint between my thighs.

I lay helpless and vulnerable as he attacked my clit with that magical mouth of his, forming circles with the tip of his tongue before flicking it with a steady pattern that made my hips buck.

“Salvator,” I gasped, my fingers threading into his dark hair because if he tried to take his mouth away right now I would combust from the need building inside me. Pleasure was one of the highest emotional energy builders, and one of the reasons why many ceremonies involved orgies.

My body was a temple of life, Salvator worshipping at the doorway that created that life. His wolf joined him, the smooth texture of his tongue roughening to make me squirm as the sensation sent shivers of awareness through me. His fingers dug into the top of my thighs, holding me in place while he left devastation in his wake.

Salvator’s tongue should be stamped with a health warning because he was able to roll the tip to use it to stimulate the entrance to my core since his hands were busy, before returning to that pleasure nub that was screaming for his attention. Divine pleasure built inside me like a fire being stoked as the fire master fed the flames with delicious accelerant.

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