Page 78 of Taste of Death

Having his mouth on me meant taking my underwear off. And him being down there would make it too easy for him to touch or see my stomach. Too risky.

Plus, the idea of asking for oral made me uneasy. I had asked for it that night Tom and I had been together, but he brushed me off saying he didn’t enjoy the taste. I’d rather sink into the floor and disappear than see Novak react negatively to going down on me.

“Your hand,” I said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

An expression crossed his face, something like skepticism, but then he was kissing me and pulling me into his lap. My thighs spread apart to straddle his, and then he nicked me again with a fang as he cupped his palm between my legs.

I had never had an orgasm so fast. Between his palm grinding small circles against my clit and his sips of my blood with each kiss, I was shooting into the atmosphere and seeing stars in under five seconds.

“You deserve all the pleasure in the world, Amy.” Novak dragged a fang over my earlobe until he drew blood, then sucked at it while his hand commanded another orgasm out of me. “You deserve riches, the finest blood for your palate, every single thing you’ve ever desired.”

“Only want you,” I panted, not even fully aware of what I was saying. He was playing my body like a finely-tuned instrument, making me moan and sigh and clutch him for dear life.

“Oh darling, you have me.” He gave me a moment of reprieve, taking his hand away. And then just as quickly slid it into my soaked panties. “You have me in the palm of your hand. I am wholly yours in every way.”

Two fingers pressed inside me, his thumb heavy on my clit. He kissed me again, tongue flicking to catch another drop of blood. I came hard around his fingers, shuddering into oblivion as he curled those digits to draw out my pleasure.

“You deserve the life of a queen.” Novak scraped a fanged kiss against the hollow of my throat and captured my blood with his lips and tongue, his fingers fucking into me with sloppy wet sounds as I rode them into another orgasm. “Nothing but respect, adoration, and worship for the most stunning creature I’ve ever set eyes on.”

“Novak… ” I was dead weight draped against him, barely able to hold myself upright. My lungs wheezed for air, every nerve spent and overstimulated. “I can’t… can’t come anymore.”

“Mmm.” He made sympathetic noises, petting my hair with the hand that wasn’t knuckle-deep inside me. Gentle, fangless kisses rained over my forehead, brows, and eyelids.

When my breathing finally neared normal levels, he tilted my face up with a knuckle under my chin. “I think you can give me one more, can’t you?”

His fingers curled inside me again, making me squirm.

“I don’t know. It’s too much.”

“You can, akra. Just one more. For me.” His teeth bared like a predator. “You wanted me to be selfish? This is what I want.”

I didn’t mean to laugh. I was still dazed from all the orgasms before, on top of the fact that it was absurd thatmypleasure equated tohimbeing selfish.

Out of nowhere, I was flying through the air and grabbed his shoulders for stability. In a mere second, I was lying flat on the bed with Novak hovering above me.

I looked at him with a mix of confusion and pure lust. God, he was so hot. How magical would it be to stare up at him like this on a regular basis? Watching his face, seeing the strength of his body as he moved inside me.

His fingers were still inside me, thumb circling around my clit hood without touching it directly. He knew exactly what to do to not overstimulate me to the point of pain, and the sweet consideration of that almost distracted me from the fact that he was moving down my body.

“Novak.” I fought my wobbly limbs to sit up. “I said not your mouth.”

He kissed the inside of my thigh before looking up at me, grinning. “You meant no oral, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Because I’ve been using my mouth on you this entire time.”

His fangs sank into the artery on my inner thigh with lighting speed. He pulled a mouthful of blood at the same time his thumb returned to my clit and his fingers dragged along my inner walls.

It wasn’t just one more orgasm. I lost count sometime after three.

Chapter 24

Novak

Amy slept soundly after I truly wrung every last possible orgasm out of her. But even after she had pleased me so well, I couldn’t relax.

I paced the bedroom, trying to convince myself to just run downstairs, stab my brother, then come back here and drag her warm body against me. It could all be over within minutes.

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