Page 63 of Oath of Blood and Joy

His tongue licked and entered me with deliberate skill, creating a passion I never knew existed. Each stroke, each gentle exploration built upon the last, constructing a tower of pleasure that seemed impossible to sustain. My back arched, my body responding to him with an honesty that bypassed all thought.Time fractured, the world outside forgotten, as every part of me attuned to the growing intensity of his touch.

For the first time since my nightmare began, I felt truly present in my own skin—not afraid, not running, not hiding—just experiencing each exquisite sensation as it washed through me.

Chapter Forty-Three

Joy

Stars danced before my eyes and my blood pooled in my core as my first orgasm crested. The sensation built like a wave, gathering strength from somewhere deep inside before crashing through me with overwhelming force. Colors and light exploded behind my closed eyelids, my entire body tightening then releasing in rhythmic pulses that stole my breath.

“Enzo,” I moaned, my thighs tightening around his head, anchoring him to me. My fingers clutched at his shoulders, needing something solid to anchor me as pleasure threatened to sweep me away completely.

“I can get used to you calling my name.” He trailed his tongue and lips along my sensitive skin, each caress stoking the fire burning through me. Every brush of his mouth sent shivers rippling through me, as if my skin couldn’t stop remembering his touch. The weight of him pressing up my body was both protective and possessive, a silent claim I felt in every inch.

“Take me,” I whispered as I raked my fingers through his hair, the damp strands wrapping around my fingers like silk. Mychest rose and fell with rapid breaths, my heart racing wild and untamed, as if it could tear free at any moment.

He kissed me deeply, the taste of myself on his lips creating an unexpected intimacy that made me flush with heat. His body moved with predatory grace as he positioned his hips between my trembling thighs, his cock pushing against my flesh—hot, hard, insistent. His fangs scraped against my neck, the sharp points a dangerous promise that sent a shiver of both fear and desire down my spine.

“I’ll deny you nothing,” he murmured, his breath cool against the heated pulse point beneath my ear. “One look at you, and my fate was sealed.” His simple truth washed over me, soft and radiant, like sun after a long storm.

I shivered and slid my hands down his back, feeling the play of muscle beneath smooth skin, not able to utter a word. The connection of our bodies wasn’t casual—it hummed with something profound, something lasting. His declaration touched me like no other guy I had ever dated did—the raw honesty in his voice, the vulnerability beneath the strength, reached into me and found places I’d kept hidden even from myself.

He lifted his hips and thrust his cock into me with careful restraint, breaking my barrier not just physically but emotionally. The sharp pain of first entry melted almost immediately into a fullness, a completeness I hadn’t known I was missing. His forehead pressed against mine, his eyes tracking every shift in my expression with relentless intensity. In that moment of joining, he conquered any fears I had and opened me up to something else, something more primitive and wild—a connection that went beyond the physical, beyond the boundaries between human and vampire, beyond the short time we’d known each other.

Only somehow, through all the terror and danger, I found something I never expected—something that felt like discovering where I was always meant to be.

“Move with me, Joy,” he whispered.

He filled me completely and I didn’t think I could move an inch, but I clung to him, following his lead. My body felt both stretched and completed at once, a delicious tension that bordered on pain yet shifted into something more profound. The fullness of him inside me created a connection that went beyond the physical—as if some part of him had reached the very core of my being.

My flesh slid against his, first slow and deliberate, each movement a careful exploration. The friction created sparks of sensation that radiated outward from where we were joined. The damp heat of our skin meeting, parting, then meeting again created a whisper of sound that mingled with our ragged breathing.

Then the rhythm intensified, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. Each thrust seized my breath away, leaving me gasping in its wake. My fingers dug into the muscles of his back, feeling them flex and release with every movement. The scent of us clung to the air—hints of scorched cedar, sweet smoke, and a pulse of something ancient. The pleasure built with each connection, wave upon wave crashing through me until I could no longer distinguish where I ended and he began.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, catching the light as he moved above me. His eyes never left mine, creating an intimacy more intense than the act itself—as if he was memorizing every expression, every reaction, storing them away for eternity. In those dark depths, I saw something I never expected to find in a vampire’s gaze—vulnerability, wonder, and something dangerously close to devotion.

He tilted his head back, his dark eyes turning red, the transformation mesmerizing and terrifying all at once. The bathroom’s soft lighting caught the changing hue, making his irises glow like embers. He pulled back his lower lip, revealing the sharp point of his fang, longer and more lethal than before. My breath stalled, and a chaotic rhythm thundered through my chest, driven by the clash of fear and anticipation.

Time seemed to suspend itself in that moment—this beautiful, dangerous creature poised above me, ready to take more than just my body. I should have been terrified, should have fought against this final claiming, but instead I found myself tilting my head, offering my throat in a gesture as old as time.

He sank his fangs into my throat with surprising gentleness, and I cried out, not just from the sharp initial pain, but from the waves and waves of pleasure that followed as he fed on me. The sensation was unlike anything I could have imagined—intimate beyond words, as if he was drinking my very essence. Blood pumped through my veins as if they were on fire, every heartbeat sending fresh heat coursing through my body. My fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I held on against the overwhelming tide of sensation.

Suddenly a thunderous bliss took over me, more powerful than the earlier climax, radiating from where his mouth worked against my neck to the tips of my fingers and toes. The room seemed to spin around us, reality fracturing at its edges as pleasure crested impossibly higher. I was left panting, suspended in a moment of perfect union where the boundaries between us blurred beyond recognition.

Enzo licked my wound with tender care, his tongue cool against my heated skin, sealing the punctures with what felt like reverence. His body tensed above mine, muscles coiling with barely restrained power. He arched his back with a powerfulthrust, his face transformed with ecstasy as he spilled his seed in me and cried out my name. My name on his lips wasn’t just a sound—it was a claim. The way he gave it to me in that moment left me breathless, my hands fisting in his hair as I met his release with a tremor of my own.

He collapsed onto me, panting hard, his hips giving a few lingering thrusts, drawn out and tender. The weight of him felt perfect—heavy enough to anchor me to reality yet not crushing. His chest pressed against mine, our heartbeats gradually slowing in tandem, creating a rhythm all our own. Beads of sweat cooled on our skin, the temperature difference making me shiver slightly beneath him.

Neither of us spoke, content to breathe in the mingled notes of his dark, resinous heat, the faint mineral tang of blood, and the deep, primal musk of shared pleasure. The silence wasn’t awkward but profound, as if words would be inadequate for what had just passed between us.

I crossed my legs over his hips, pinning him against me with a possessiveness that surprised even me. My muscles trembled with exertion, but I couldn’t bear the thought of separation just yet. Quivers of pleasure still pumped through my body, tiny tremors that made me tighten around him occasionally, drawing a soft groan from his throat.

Joy flooded through me. This man, this vampire had chased away all of my fears for this intense moment. The horrors of captivity, the dread of Dark Demons, the uncertainty of this new supernatural world—all of it had receded under his touch, replaced by a connection that felt both ancient and brand new. For the first time in so long, I felt safe, protected, claimed in a way that spoke to something primal in my soul.

His fingers traced lazy patterns on my shoulder, each touch a silent promise of protection. In his arms, I wasn’t a victim anymore—I was something cherished, something worth fightingfor. Whatever dangers waited beyond this room, they would have to go through Enzo first.

He lifted his head and stared down at me, his eyes no longer red but dark and intense, holding mine with an almost tangible force. Something ancient and powerful flickered in their depths—a promise written in blood and sealed with passion.

“I’ve claimed you,” he whispered. The words vibrated through his chest and into mine, each syllable pressing into my skin like a brand. “You’re mine.”

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