Page 26 of Blood Slumberm

He lifted her against the door with breathtaking strength. Half-trapped in her skirts, she gripped him between her legs.

“Is this all right?” he asked against her neck.

“Yes.Yes—”

At last, he penetrated her throat. As he gulped down her blood, a wave of dizziness made her head whirl, but he held her steady in his embrace. She let her head fall back against the door, giving herself over to the pleasure of his bite.

The magic in his aura deepened by the moment. Suddenly chairs skidded across the thick carpets to block every door in the room. Then spells descended around them, and the noise of the party outside went silent. She felt wrapped in a dream, free from the rest of the world with a golden prince who ruled the night.

Troi lifted his head with a groan.

“Do you need more?” she gasped.

“Do you?” he replied.

She needed everything.

Not the plan, not the plan,her wiser self shouted in the back of her mind.

Change of plans,she thought, drowning out the inner warning.

She pushed against his shoulders. He released her, letting her feet slide to the floor, and backed away.

She gave him another push, this time toward the bed. His look of disappointment turned to a wicked grin. She laughed and shoved him harder. He tumbled back onto the plush layers of blankets.

She stripped off every piece of clothing she had so carefully prepared for him that night. He lay naked and decadent across her bed.

Prince Troilus did not disappoint. With a moan of appreciation, she traced a fingernail along his hipbone to watch his erection twitch. After not being allowed anywhere near a cock since she’d donned her shroud, she couldn’t have hoped for a finer specimen on which to sin.

“Come make a mockery of your vows of celibacy,” he invited.

She left her own clothes on the floor and joined him on the bed. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she ran her fingers in slow circles over her nipples. The uncaring gods knew she’d had precious few opportunities to enjoy her own body in the last ten years. She reveled in it now and in how he tracked her every motion with his rapt gaze.

Wetness trickled down the inside of her thigh. He flared his nostrils, his eyes hooded with desire. Was he scenting her? Could he smell her lust? The sheer physicality of that aroused some base instinct inside her.

She ran her hands up his chest and straddled him, relishing the feel of his body under hers. He gripped her hips as she fitted herself to him. His fingers dug in, bruising, real. Every nerve in her body hummed, overwhelmed with sensations she’d thought she would never feel again.

She sank slowly down onto him, unable to hold back a whimper. He heaved a breath, his muscular chest rising and falling. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his gleaming eyes, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could only feel his hard length stretching and filling her.

They had once been skilled and coveted lovers, but now they crashed together without artistry, grasping and rubbing, their breaths mingling in the warm confines of the bed. She rode himhard, and his muscles bunched and released under her hands as he flexed up to meet her.

All the tension inside her shattered at once, and her core convulsed around his shaft. She writhed on him, moaning like an animal. But the look in his eyes as he watched her come apart…

He gazed upon her as if she were a princess and his body was her throne.

After the long moments of her climax, she sagged over him, her limbs trembling. He was still rock hard between her legs. The tales of immortal control and stamina were true. She kept moving on him just to feel him inside her.

He lay back, one arm propped behind his head. “I could watch you forever, Celandine.”

She withdrew, then came down fast on him again to get him deep inside her.

“Take as much as you want,” he rasped, “for as long as you wish.”

She pulled her knees up and arched her back, and he tilted his hips into her new angle. Fuck, he was so good.

“No one is watching but me,” he said.

With his hypnotic voice urging her on, she put her hand where their bodies joined. She ran her fingers over her slippery clitoris and keened at the overwhelming sensation.

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