Page 34 of Blood and Thorns

“Fuck, Valeria,”he snarls, his voice rough with need. His fingers dig into my waist, turning me roughly, pressing my chest to the door. I gasp as his body molds against me, his leathers only half-undone, the cool metal of his buckles scraping my skin. His breath is ragged against my ear. “Last chance to run.”

I twist in his grip,meeting those black, hungry eyes. “Do I look like I want to run?”

A growl rumbles through him,and then his hand is between my thighs, fingers sliding through my slick, teasing my pussy with rough, impatient strokes. I moan, arching back against him. “Gods, yes?—!”

“You’re dripping for me,”he murmurs, dragging his fangs along my shoulder. A shiver of fear—he could bite, he could take everything—melds into molten heat when his cock replaces his fingers, the thick head nudging against my entrance. “Tell meyou want it, Valeria. How much do you want me, human? Do you know that I can kill you?”

I gasp, of course I know, but I’m so fargone, all I can think about is his cock inside me.

“Now,Vaelorian! I want you so deep in me, make me come with your monstrous dick,” I gasp, staring at his cock. Huge is an understatement. Mostly, it looks human if it’s not as pale as the rest of him. His cock’s also a bit pointy at the tip, and curves at the end as if like a hook. My leg clenches as I cream even more. The girth is just right but the length of it… Gods, his cock’s beautiful.

“Vaelorian—”

He doesn’t makeme beg.

With one brutal thrust,he sheathes himself inside me, stretching me wide, stealing my breath. A cry tears from my lips, echoed by his groan against my neck. For a heartbeat, we’re both still—then he pulls back and slams into me again, setting a punishing rhythm that has me clawing at the door for balance.

“Valeria!Do you like it? My cock’s perfect, isn’t it? Take me all in, okay?”

I moan,my legs trembling, only the door and his arms are holding me up as he raises one of my legs. “Are you not all in?”

“No,Valeria, but I’m almost there,” he groans and slams inside me. A scream rips from my throat as he hits so deep inside me, there’s no telling where he started and ended.

“Fuck—!”I gasp, the pleasure so sharp it borders on pain. His hips snap against mine, each thrust driving me harder into the wood, his cock hitting that sweet, deep spot that makes my vision blur. “Right there—don’t stop?—!”

The pain is addingto the pleasure, and my eyes are swimming back and forth. I might lose consciousness due to ecstasy if I don’t hold onto my sanity.

His hand fistsin my hair, yanking my head back. “Look at you,” he rasps, his voice dark with possession. “Taking me like you were made for it.” His free hand grips my hip, fingers bruising, holding me open as he fucks me with relentless, hungry strokes.

I’m unraveling,my pussy clenching around him, every nerve alight. His fangs skim my throat again, and my pulse leaps—not just in fear, but in desperate, reckless want. “Do it,” I pant, tilting my head to bare my neck. “Bite me.”

I’m so lost,I even begged him to bite me. Damn, I’m officially crazy but it’s what an out of this world pleasure does.

He stills,his breath ragged. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I want it.”I reach back, grasping his thigh, urging him deeper. “I want you—all of you?—”

A snarl,and his hips jerk forward, burying his cock to the hilt. His mouth crashes onto my throat, fangs pricking—but he doesn’t bite. Not yet. Instead, his hand slides between my legs, fingers circling my clit in rough, perfect strokes.

“Come for me,”he orders, his voice a dark promise. “Now.”

The command—andthe relentless thrust of his cock—shatters me. Pleasure erupts, white-hot and consuming, my body clamping around him as I sob his name. He follows with a groan, his wings shuddering as he spills inside me, his hips stuttering, his fangs pressing just shy of breaking skin.

For a moment,all I hear is our ragged breathing, the creak of the door under our weight. Then his lips brush my shoulder—gentle, almost reverent—before he murmurs, “Next time, I won’t hold back.”

A thrill racesdown my spine. Next time.

Then it’s over, and we collapse together on the animal skin rug on the floor, bodies slick with sweat, hearts hammering in the silence. My chest heaves, and I realize tears have sprung to my eyes—tears I didn’t know I was capable of shedding. It’s not sadness, exactly. More a crushing sense ofthis is real, this is happening.

Vaelorian breathes heavily against my hair, arms still caging me. For a time, we simply lie there, letting the moment settlelike dust after a storm. My mind whirls with disbelief—and a creeping worry.What have we done?

Eventually, he shifts, pressing a soft kiss to my temple before rolling onto his back. The air in the room feels cool against my overheated skin. I turn onto my side, watching him. His eyes remain closed, but tension creases his brow.

“Vaelorian?” I say, voice barely above a whisper.

He opens his eyes slowly. The swirl of regret, need, and something deeper in his gaze makes my heart clench. He lifts a hand to brush my cheek, and I lean into the touch, ignoring the voice in my head that warns this intimacy will complicate everything.

“This was... reckless,” he murmurs. “I should have guarded my composure better.”

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