Page 53 of Bloody Kingdom

“Are you scared now?” I murmur against her neck.

She gives a jerky shake of her head. “No.” Her voice is breathy, full of desire, but there isn’t a single ounce of fear in it.

Letting go of her hands, I pull back just far enough from her neck so I can look her in the eye. “Do you trust me?”

Heavy powder blue eyes stare at me. “I want to.”

I want to.That’s good enough for now, I will earn her undying trust with time, even if I don’t deserve it. My eyes dart to the blood that spills from the cut on the other side of her neck and then to the one between her breasts. “Do you trust me in this very moment to not hurt you?”

Inquisitiveness crosses her features, but she whispers, “Yes.”

Taking the hands she’s left above her head, I place them at her sides. “Keep these here,” I order. I’m afraid that if she puts her hands on me while I do this, her pleasant touch will make me lose control. Instantly, as if she can’t help herself, she lifts a hand toward me. Growling, I press it back harshly into the marble. “I mean it, Quincey. Keep them there.”

Caging her to the wall with my arms, I lean down. Her breasts heave, she’s breathing hard, as I lower myself to the cut. Her eyes never once leave mine as I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip. My saliva can make bleeding stop almost instantly and help wounds heal faster. This is one of the ways vampires have been able to keep their existence hidden for so long. They’re good at covering their tracks.

“Don’t move,” I warn as I slowly drag my tongue across the wounds. She doesn’t look away or close her eyes as she watches me swipe up all the blood between her breasts with my tongue. Her heart beats so hard, I can feel it against my tongue.

The exquisite taste of her blood explodes in my mouth. Nothing I’ve ever tasted has ever compared to what Quincey tastes like. For the rest of my days, nothing will ever come close to her. Like an addict chasing that first high, I will be searching for blood that is just as delectable as hers. I know in an instant that I’ll fail in my search.

No one will ever rival her. In all my years, I’ve never met another like her.

The wound stops bleeding quickly, allowing me to move onto the one at her throat. This time, as I lap at the blood, I can’t stop myself from placing my mouth over the wound and sucking ever so slightly.

Her whole body jerks, her hands flying forward like she intends to touch me, but she finds the strength to put them back where I ordered her to keep them. “Silas,” she groans, her head tilting to the side to allow me more access

She truly isn’t afraid of me, and that knowledge fills me with pleasure. I don’t want her fear, I want her acceptance. I want those smiles she gives so freely to Duke and Ira to be directed at me. I want the moans that escape her as I touch her to belong to me. I may own her because of a debt, but I want her body and trust to be freely given.

Leaving her neck, I kiss her roughly once more before dropping to my knees in front of her. While she steps out of her shoes, her hands are tearing at the button of her waterlogged shorts before I can reach for them myself. Batting her impatient hands out of the way, I take over. In seconds, the shorts are yanked down her legs, red panties included.

She stands completely bare in front of me, not a single thing keeping her hidden from me. I’ve been around to see some of the most beautiful art pieces made, but Quincey’s body is the most stunning piece of artwork I’ve been able to view to date. Each curve, each freckle, each scar a masterpiece.

And all for me.

“Mine,” I snarl before, without any warning, I hook her leg over my shoulder and bring my mouth to her cunt. Her gasp ricochets off the stone and glass, appeasing the hungry beast in me. Her blood and arousal feed the same monster—he’s starving for both.

My tongue swipes through her slick folds. She’s soaked, not just from the water spraying over us, but from her need for me. When I flick over her clit, her hands delve into the strands of my hair. Whether it’s in an attempt to steady herself or keep me in place, I don’t know or care. Either way, I don’t stop.

I feast on her, licking and biting until her thighs are shaking and my cock is aching painfully in my wet slacks. Just like the night I listened to her get herself off, her noises spur me on, but this time they’re so much sweeter because I’m the one causing them. Not just the vague thought of me is bringing her closer and closer to the edge, this time it’s my tongue spearing in and out of her pussy while my thumb rubs in circles around her clit.

Just as she’s about to come, I pull away from her hot center and drop her leg from my shoulder. Quincey cries out in desperation, but when I spin her around so she faces the wall, the noise stops as she figures out what I’m doing.

Her hands lay against the stone as I pull her hips back toward my face. Slowly, almost agonizingly slow, I drag my tongue through her center before I dip a finger inside her slick heat. Muscles clench around the digit as I slowly work it in and out of her.

“More,” she pleads with a rasp.

“More what?” I taunt as I nip at one of the perfect globes of her ass. “What do you need, love? Tell me what you want from me.”

I’d probably give her the keys to my kingdom right now if she asked.

“I need more of you,” Quincey begs. “Make me come, Silas.”

Gladly.

Reaching around her, I return my attention to her sensitive nub. Her hips buck as I strum it with my fingers while I add an additional finger inside of her. I rap my fingers against the spot inside of her that makes her knees weak, and her world tilts.

Selfishly, I don’t want to stop. The way her body reacts to my touch and the lovely sounds coming from her lips are addicting. I want to play with her little body, teasing her until she’s screaming at me in frustration. She’s like a toy that only I get to play with, a sweet treat that only I get to savor.

I pull my fingers from her drenched pussy, needing to taste her on my tongue again, I suck them clean, but it’s not enough. Returning my mouth to her hot center, I stab my tongue inside her, once, twice, before licking a trail backward.

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