Page 90 of Land of Shadow

“Everything,” he says. Then his gaze goes to my mouth. My skin buzzes, my heart thumping a perilous beat.

I grip his waist as he pulls my head back and fastens his lips to my throat. He scratches his teeth along my skin, then moves to my mouth.

When he kisses me, my eyelids flutter closed, and I’m lost in him. In his touch. A world of noise and fear goes silent, and it’s only us. Just this closeness, this inexplicable pull. I don’t want to fight it, don’t want to do anything except feel.

His arms wrap around me, and then I’m floating. My heart thumps out a tumultuous beat, my entire body sizzling just beneath the surface.

When my back hits my bed, I open my legs, Valen nestling between them as his tongue gives and takes. I grab his hair, holding onto the midnight strands as his hand roams lower, cupping my breast.

A gasp escapes me when he pinches my hard nipple. He swallows the sound, his body hard and tense. I whimper when he kisses to my throat, his fangs grazing along my sensitive skin.

“Your blood calls to mine.” He licks up the side of my neck, sending a shiver that spirals through me. “As mine calls to you.”

“Please.” I lean up and claim his mouth again, my tongue glancing along one of his fangs. The slightest sting, and then I taste blood. Coppery life.

A feral growl rips through him, and he pulls back, his eyes shining in the dark. The slight bloom of fear only heightens my arousal, my need for him like a chant in my head, my heart.

“I won’t be gentle, Georgia. I can’t. Not with you.” His voice is more monster than man, and it’s sick how much I want him just like this.

“Valen.” I grip the hem of his shirt and pull up. He grabs it and yanks it off, then does the same to my shirt.

When my breasts are exposed, my nipples hardening even more, he leans down and claims one in his mouth. His palm goes to the other, squeezing and kneading as he sucks and licks my stiff peak. My core is molten, my back arching. He thrusts his hips against me, his hard cock teasing my clit with pressure.

I pull his hair, my body attuned to every touch, every bit of friction between us.

“Perfect,” he murmurs against my breast then kisses down my stomach. “So fucking perfect, Georgia.” Hooking his fingers in my pants, he pulls them away, then my panties. I’m naked beneath him, and he sits back, his eyes taking me in, resting on every bare part of me until heat flares in my cheeks and I move to cover myself.

“No.” He’s on top of me again, pinning my hands over my head as he wrecks my mouth. I’ve never been kissed like this, never been devoured, never been desired so completely that I give myself over to every last sensation.

“More.” He shucks off his jeans, his bare body a marbled masterpiece in the low light. His fangs are long, the tips deadly. “I need all of you, Georgia. Every last bit.”

“Take it.” I run my hand down my breast and lower, then rub my clit while he watches.

“Mine,” he snarls and takes my wrist, pulling my hand away before he presses his mouth to my pussy.

I squeal at the onslaught, at the way his tongue plays my flesh. His hands grip my thighs, his fingernails grown into claws that prick my skin. Spreading me wider, he laves my clit, his head buried between my legs as he takes and takes.

When he presses his tongue inside me, my hips buck. He pins me in place in a merciless grip, his eyes holding mine as he returns to my clit. There’s nothing but his touch. I’m a slave to it, bound to him, to every swipe of his tongue, every groan rattling through his chest. I’m a wild beast, no thought, no reason. Only need that encompasses all else.

Everything inside me coils tighter and tighter. My hips move with him. I chase my pleasure shamelessly, and he gives it. I’m so close.

He pulls his mouth away.

I cry out in frustration as he crawls up my body, licking my wetness from his lips. “You come when I’m inside you. Not before.” His voice is deeper, gravelly, and when he presses his hard cock against my wet flesh, I make a keening sound.

“Mine, Georgia. Your blood, your body, your soul. Mine.” He grips my throat. With a hard thrust, he enters me. His head falls back, and he lets out a roar, the bed shaking from the power of it.

I yelp at the sudden intrusion, my toes curling as he pushes even farther, filling me until I know I can’t take anymore. “Valen,” I whisper as he presses his mouth to mine again. He moves back, his cock slick inside me, and presses forward again, more smoothly this time.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur against his lips.

He pulls back and presses deep again, and I know I’ll be sore later. But right now, right now feels fucking amazing. Starting up a steady rhythm, he pumps his hips, his gaze holding mine. Then he kisses to my throat again, his lips at the juncture of my shoulder and my neck. When his fangs ghost along my skin, I dig my nails into his back. I want it. I want his bite. It’s so fucking wrong, but it sets fire to my blood, my head buzzing with the anticipation of it.

I dig my heels into his thighs as he speeds up, pounding into me, making my mind go blank, nothing but pleasure. Amplifying and rising, the coil inside me tightening again.

He groans. His jaw tight, his entire body moving, working me, taking and giving until I’m breathless and needy. I work with him, moving my hips, grinding myself against him. Chasing, always chasing. Desperate for every bit of fire, even if it burns.

He leans down and claims one of my nipples, his pace never stopping as sounds of skin hitting skin ricochet around the room. I arch into his tongue, greedy for the feeling, needing every bit of sensation. He gives it, his mouth working first one nipple and then the other.

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