Page 87 of Taste of Death

He held my nape as our mouths came together in a kiss. This one was sweet, tender and unhurried. His hips shifted, and then I felt the heated kiss of his cock against my entrance. He pushed forward, and my body accepted him with a smooth glide and a sweet stretching that had me moaning into our kiss.

Novak pressed all the way in until our hips were flush and I was deliciously full. He paused there, forehead on mine.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned. “Absolutely perfect. I could die right here.”

“Please don’t.”

Our soft laughter turned into moans, sighs, and more kisses as he started to move. He went slowly at first, dragging in and out of me in long strokes with his attention rapt on my face.

“So beautiful when you take me,” he rasped. “The bliss on your face, I love it.”

“More,” I begged, locking my arms around his shoulders. My legs drew him in to keep him closer, keep him deeper. “Please, more. Harder.”

“Fuck...” His grip clamped down on my hips, holding me in place to take the full force of his thrusts.

His intensity and speed ramped up, crashing into me as my pleasure rose like a cresting wave. My head fell back again, awash in everything he was making me feel, when I felt his mouth on my neck. Fangs dragged a sharp path over my skin, adding to the anticipation of building pleasure .

“Yes.” I leaned my head to the side, giving him full access. “Please.”

“Bite me too,” he groaned, his thrusts never stopping. “I need your fangs in me, need to give you my blood. Give you everything.”

I reached for his shoulder on the opposite side, kissing the round muscle before dragging my lips to the side of his neck where his vein pulsed so beautifully. I kissed him there too, feeling the blood pump under his skin as he pumped into me.

We bit at the same time. I didn’t know if it was instinct or coincidence, but no other feeling or sensation could describe that moment. It was completeness, perfection on a level I never thought possible. This connection through our blood, through the joining of our bodies was nothing short of divine.

I felt the orgasm physically, felt the pleasure in my body reach its peak and release through waves of sensation, but also on another plane. It was like my soul, my heart, was also singing in pleasure. And when Novak’s release spilled while I swallowed down his delicious blood, bliss cascading over me while he drank mine, I swore our souls wound together like wires coiling together for eternity.

Chapter 27

Novak

Icouldn’t decide which was my favorite moment of last night. The first time, with Amy perched on my desk as we took each other’s blood. Or when I convinced her to come outside on the balcony, and took her bent over the railing under the stars with the mountains in the distance. Then there was using the detachable showerhead on her clit while I had her again in the shower. She didn’t think it would be strong enough, but she underestimated my water pressure.

And then there was crawling into bed with her, dawn moments away and the two of us completely spent, naked, and tangled in each other’s limbs.

It was impossible to choose just one memory to relish in as I woke up the following dusk. Amy lay on her back next to me, still asleep for now, with the covers pushed down to her waist like she’d been hot as she slept during the day.

I couldn’t stop looking at her, my beautiful blood mate. She was completely uncovered and seemed at peace, her face relaxed with her lips softly parted. The scars she’d been so worried about were pale, jagged stripes from her navel to just under her breasts. They flushed red when she was hot, but were otherwise slightly lighter than her normal skin tone.

And I loved them because they were part of her.

I loved the dip between her collarbones for the same reasons. As well as the freckle above her eyebrow, and the shape of her lips when she tried to hide a smile.

With a sigh, I propped my elbow on the mattress and rested my head in my hand. “I don’t understand how anyone can look at you and not just… fall head over heels.”

Amy started awake with a kick of her leg and a snort. “… what?”

“Sorry.” I barely contained my laughter as I slid closer. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Mmm… ” She groaned and stretched, making her body a long, elegant arch. “Is it dusk already?”

“Yeah.”

I brought my lips to her shoulder, running my hand across her ribcage as I resettled next to her. She didn’t flinch at all when I touched the tops of her scars. It might have been because she was too sleepy to notice, but my heart swelled anyway.

“You got somewhere to be tonight?” I planted another kiss on her shoulder before nuzzling into the space by her neck.

“I should go see Tavia.” Amy sounded reluctant, her hand coming up to rest on my arm. “Texts are one thing, but she’ll be demanding proof that I’m alive at some point.”

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