Page 110 of Crimson Oath
He let out a low, guttural groan of pleasure, and his hand moved to the back of her head. “Harder.”
She bit down, all the while ravenous for him to fill her. She fumbled with the buttons on his trousers as she pulled blood from his neck.
Oleg finally reached down, tore his pants down the center, lifted her up, and seated himself to the hilt in her body.
She moaned at the pleasurable invasion, but her fangs never left his neck.
He said nothing, holding her tight as he thrust up over and over.
Tatyana rode him as she swallowed his rich, sweet blood. It was like nothing else she’d ever tasted. Wine after sips of water. She could feel his amnis flowing into her body, spreading through her veins, and the power of his fire twisted within her, joining them even closer than their bodies were linked.
She could take no more, and she released him with a gasp.
Oleg gripped the back of her hair in his fist and brought her bloody mouth to his lips, fusing them together in a kiss so savage that her head spun even as his elemental power surged through her.
Oleg put his hands under her bottom, as if he was going to lifther, then froze, eased back, and put his hands on her hips, lifting her up and down to ride his cock as she angled herself against him and focused on the swirling torrent of pleasure that was starting to pull her under like a whirlpool.
His amnis surging through her blood, his cock spearing her body, his voice whispering in a language she couldn’t understand.
Oleg leaned forward, and Tatyana knew he wanted to take control, lift her up, flip her over, and make her scream.
Instead, he commanded her with tender hands and achingly slow thrusts as he felt her body start to tighten around him.
“That’s it.” He finally whispered something she could understand. “Come. Let me feel your pleasure joining mine.”
Her body was a riot of sensation, but her elemental energy was a flood. His amnis. Her amnis. Flowing like twin currents in a raging river. She followed the crest of pleasure as it stole her breath, and Oleg cupped her cheeks in the palms of his hands, placing a gentle kiss against her gasping, open mouth.
She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t breathe.
When he came, he pressed his face into her neck and uttered her name with a ragged breath that sounded like it was torn from his chest.
His mouth was at her throat, and she was expecting his fangs.
She wanted his fangs.
Instead, he fluttered kisses over her skin and stroked his hands over her shoulders, along her exposed legs, and everywhere he touched, the tiny hairs on her body rose and followed him, caressing his fingers as he caressed her.
Tatyana was shaking.
She had destroyed herself against him, and all she wanted to do was hide.
She was too exposed. She’d been naked in front of Oleg, but now she felt like her very soul was laid bare.
“Tatyana—”
“Stop,” she whispered, pressing her fingers against his lips. “Too much. I can’t…” Her heart was an exposed nerve. “You need to leave.”
Oleg leaned back, tilting his arrogant chin up and waiting until her eyes met his.
“I need to be alone,” she whispered.
He didn’t argue. The corner of his mouth turned up, but he said nothing.
Oleg was still in her body when he snapped his fingers and brought twin flames to his fingertips. He reached up and pressed his flaming fingers to the still-weeping fang marks she’d left in his neck.
Tatyana gasped when she heard the sizzle and took in the smell of burning flesh. “Oleg?—”
“I don’t mind your marks on my body, volchitsa.” He smiled a little more. “I’d like to keep these for a while.”
