Page 62 of Bloody Kingdom

“Quincey, fuck,” he breathes out.

Wanting him to lose control, I pull back, sucking shamelessly on the tip.

The growl that comes from between his bared teeth is my only warning before I’m pulled off him. My head spins as I’m moved at a pace my brain struggles to keep up with. My vision is still fuzzy when I feel his mouth clamp down on my swollen clit.

“Ah!” I gasp, rearing up onto my elbows to find his broad shoulders spreading my thighs as he feasts on my pussy.

His big hands hold my ass, tilting my pelvis up toward his eager mouth. He licks and sucks at my sensitive flesh. When I writhe beneath him, the sensation too much to stay still, his arm moves to lock down over my hips, ensuring I stay right where he wants me. My short reprieve comes when he turns his head to bite down at the juncture of my thigh. His blunt teeth hurt but in a way that makes my skin prickle with pleasure. He doesn’t bite down hard enough to break the skin, much to my unexplainable annoyance. Silas licks over the tender spot, salving the ache.

“Silas, please,” I whine, sounding unbelievably needy to my own ears, but I don’t care.

“I’ve got you, love,” he soothes, mistaking what I’m truly begging him for. This is clear when he returns his mouth to my center instead of biting me like I want. I want him to make me bleed.

Silas’s free hand snakes around to tease my opening before two thick fingers sink inside me. That’s what I need to send me over the edge. The muscles in my stomach and thighs shake before my back bows as I come.

He never lets up. His mouth continues to torture me as I ride the waves of my orgasm. He doesn’t stop until I’m still, panting beneath him.

With one last, leisurely lick through my folds, he rises above me.

I see them even though he dips his head in an attempt to hide them from me. The tips peek out between his slightly parted lips. They must have descended while he was making me come.

There is something so unbelievablyhotabout seeing his fangs in this moment. I take hold of his chin, turning it so he’s forced to look at me. “Stop hiding them from me,” I order him.

Silas narrows his eyes at me, a look of uncertainty in them, but he stays still when I slip my finger through his parted lips so I can run it along the sharp canine. Without giving him a warning, I press the fleshy part of my fingertip against the point. It takes barely any pressure to break the skin. The pain makes me wince, but it’s endurable.

“What the fuck, Quincey!” He jerks away from my hand, allowing my wounded finger to leave his mouth. Bright crimson blood drops blossom at the tip before slowly dripping down the digit. “What were you thinking?”

He wants to yell at me more, I can tell, but he falls silent. Pitch-black eyes lock on my finger. His whole body goes rigid on top of me as they track the perfect droplet of blood. My chest heaves with anticipation. Starting at my top lip, I drag my finger over my mouth, down my chin. I paint a line of fresh blood all the way to my navel.

He doesn’t move an inch until I smear my finger along his bottom lip. His tongue follows behind, lapping up the blood. Silas’s eyes squeeze tightly shut when I dip my bloodied finger back inside his mouth. Just when I think he’s about to shove me away, his fingers lock painfully around my wrist, holding me in place as he laps at the cut. The muscles of my pussy clench when he sucks eagerly at the wound, drawing as much of my blood into his body as he can.

With an almost animalistic snarl, his eyes fly open, the inky black orbs burning me to my very soul. He lets go of my fingers and rasps the question, “What are you trying to do to me?”

Even if I had the words to answer him, I’d never get the chance to speak them. In one fluid move, he’s lifted my leg over his shoulder and his cock, hard as steel, is buried deep inside of me in one stabbing thrust. As he bottoms out at my cervix, I lose the ability to think let alone breathe. My back arches, my fingers clutch the maroon bedding so tightly I’m surprised it doesn’t tear, and my lips part with a silent cry.

I can feel him in every single one of my nerve endings. Every inch of my body is aware of him. As the sudden brain fog clears, the first thing I’m aware of is his mouth on me again. He laps up the trail of blood I’d painted on myself. As he makes his way up my throat, he pauses at my ear to whisper darkly, “Your cunt is almost as sweet as your blood.Almost.” Silas’s teeth nip at my earlobe. “I’m now thoroughly addicted to both.”

His mouth stays on me, either suckling at my neck or devouring my lips, kissing me as if his life depends on it. In this moment, my need for him is so intense, it feels as if I would die if he left me right now. My nerves are on fire for him, my muscles shake with exhaustion and my heart pounds so hard in my chest he must feel it in his own.

I hold on to him, fingers scraping up and down his muscular back before digging into his shoulder as he fucks with ruthlessness. He grunts with each thrust The muscles of my pussy squeeze his length, desperate to keep in inside. “No one touches you but me,” he says against the skin of my neck, his breath hot. “Do you hear me, Quincey? If anyone else touches you, I will set the world on fucking fire. You’re fucking mine.” His pace is angry, unbridled. “Say it. Tell me what I want to hear.”

I move my hips with his, meeting each of his thrusts. “I’m yours,” I choke out between moans. “I’m yours, Silas.”

The orgasm I’d been barreling toward builds faster. Sensing it, he pulls back from my neck. “Look at me when you come, I want to watch as you fall apart.”

His words set me off. Silas fucks me into the bed until my world explodes and I come, screaming. My thighs quiver and I thrash beneath his large body. He captures my mouth once more as he shudders, filling me with his cum.

The sweetness of her blood still lingers on my tongue as she curls into my side, her head resting over where my heart should be beating. It’s something I hardly think about anymore, but when I first woke as a vampire, I missed the sound of my own heartbeat. It doesn’t matter how much life Quincey breathes into me; it will remain forever still in my chest. Her heart will just have to beat enough for the both of us for however long we can continue to do what we’re doing.

A human and vampire relationship will always have a looming expiration date on it. It doesn’t matter how much I care for her. My time with Quincey is limited. If I was ever willing to, Quincey would be the one I’d break the law for. She’d be magnificent as a vampire, but I can’t take the gift of life away from her. I’d be stealing her sunshine from her, dooming her to a life of darkness if I turned her. I could never do that.

This is what happens when a vampire falls for a human. The desperation to keep them alive causes reckless decisions. I’ve seen it happen firsthand, just never thought I’d experience it myself, but here I am with a human I’m not willing to give up.

Fuck.

“Whatever you’re thinking about, stop.” Quincey’s warm hand soothes me, brushing lightly across my chest. “I can feel you growing tense.”

Trying to force myself to stop thinking about what’s to come, I take her hand in mine and bring it to my mouth so I can kiss the pulse point in her wrist.

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