Page 100 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

Still clutching the ring box in one hand, I pry the ring from its cushion and take her hand in mine. Breaking our kiss, she watches as I slide the ring over her finger, but my eyes are fixed on her.

“I love you with all my heart and soul, angel.”

Her glittering gaze returns to mine. “I love you. Beyond time and place...”

Pressing a kiss to her lips, I whisper the words against her. “In every life and all that comes after it, I’m yours.”

Tears continue to slip down her cheeks, even as our lips and tongues caress, turning our kiss salty.

Winnow tugs my jeans and boxers down my hips.

“I need you. Now,husband...”

My mouth splits into a grin that momentarily breaks our kiss.

“Is that so,wife?”

The smile on Winnow’s face would be enough to bring me to my knees if I weren’t already there. After making quick work of my jeans and her dress, her fingers curl around my length and stroke over my crown as I tug the gusset of her panties to the side.

My canines ache as this sense of urgency to claim her, mark her–and I cautiously admit–drink her blood, slams into me so hard my hands tremble with restraint.

Winnow lines my cock up with her entrance and her hips tilt upwards to better welcome me. My right hand reaches between us and my thumb sweeps over her clit. Her breath hitches as I work the needy little bud in circles as my cock presses against her entrance, slowly driving forward. Winnow curses on a soft whine, and with a low groan, my body shudders with relief as my crown fully breaches her entrance, causing her core to spasm around the intrusion.

“Fuck, angel… still so fucking tight.”

Winnow’s soft laugh interrupts her sigh of pleasure.

“Still so fucking big.”

Our laughter gives way to her gasp and my groan as my hips give gentle pumps to ease my way inside, making Winnow writhe and sigh with pleasure, nails digging into my thighs.

Braced on one elbow, my hand cradles her face, thumb stroking her cheek in reverence as her body takes more and more of me.

“You’re doing so good, baby… this pussy was made to take my cock, wasn’t she?”

On a soft moan, she nods, arching her hips upward to welcome more of me.

“Gods, yes.”

Winnow’s breath punches out of her as I finally slide home, but that tremor in my hands from trying to hold back whatever this thing remains, demanding that I drink her blood and mark her with what I can very distinctly feel arefangs lengthening.

Anyone would guess such a sensation would be terrifying, but with Winnow’s cunt clenching my cock like a fist, her scent filling my nose, and the pounding of her heart—her blood being pumped through her veins—it only further arouses me.

Winnow’s eyes widen in recognition when her eyes dip to my mouth—my fangs, and her expression turns to one of awe.

“Oh, Gideon…”

Unable to stay still, my hips begin to move with slow, steady pumps. And just like the first time,the glide of my cock inside her tight, wet heat is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before…

But now something is distinctlyincomplete.

As if Winnow can read my mind, she tilts her head to the side and brings her hands to the back of my head to guide my mouth to her neck. I’m nearly mindless with need, with this thing, but panic spears through me, even as the pace of my strokes heightens and grows deeper.

Winnow’s eyes briefly roll back in her head as her lips part around her helpless noises of pleasure. Eventually, she manages words that are both needy and demanding—urging me to give in.

“You remember how good it felt when I bit you,ferion?”

An intense throbbing takes place in my skull, though my dick doesn’t seem to get the message. It almost feels like someone’s cracked open the top of my skull and electricity,or perhapsmagic,is pouring through me in a deluge—like some kind of dam bursting wide open.

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