Page 118 of Between Soul and Vessel
He gathered my hair, clenching it in one tight fist. “Such a good wife,” he purred.
His praise had me wanting to please him more.
So, I took him deeper. The masculine sounds coming from him sent me into a frenzy as I sucked and licked and tried everything within my power to make the controlling male come undone. I wanted him roaring at my touch.
Just when I was certain he was about to orgasm, he stopped me by giving my hair a gentle tug. Black, smoldering eyes met mine. “Stand up, Little Goddess. It’s my turn now.”
Half-dazed on pleasuring him, I did as he asked. I released his length from my mouth and stood. His hand wrapped around my jaw, and he tugged my mouth up to his. His lips moved against mine, coaxing mine open, filling my mouth with his hot tongue. His hand slid down the length of my body, his touch speaking on behalf of his nefarious intentions. Stopping at my hip, his fingers locked in place, he maneuvered me so my back faced the window, steering me toward it.
Our mouths were ravenous, desperate and demanding. It was a game of cat and mouse, constant teasing and toying. My hands slid over his body, desperate for every inch of him, for all his hardness pressed up against my softness.
Reaching the window, he pushed the cup off the windowsill, sending it flying. It smashed onto the street below. Von lifted me, setting me on the sill, the wood frame just barely wide enough to hold me.
I clutched on to him as his mouth began to work its way down from mine, sucking and licking, tasting and teasing. He dragged his long canines along my neck, scraping the skin, stirring it awake.
I extended my neck to him, offering him my blood.
He pressed a soft kiss against my sensitive skin, his heated breath fanning over it. “Tonight, I’m not going to feed from your neck, Little Goddess.”
“But isn’t blood necessary for us to restore the bond?” I asked, looking at him.
“It is, but I’m going to drink from you elsewhere.”
“Where?” I breathed, voice barely audible.
A sly grin appeared on his lips. “You’ll find out.” He ran his long, ringed fingers between my breasts. “You’re sticky from the spirits.”
“I am.” I arched into his touch.
“I have justthe thingto clean you.” Lowering his face to my breasts, he ran his tongue between them in one, long sweep. He did it again. His eyes stayed fixed on me, driving me wild as he cleaned my freshly inked skin with his long, wicked tongue.
He began to move his way down my torso, biting and nipping, licking and sucking. His fingers dipped between my legs, rubbing circles on my clit, stroking pleasure into me with each tantalizing swirl.
I moaned, my hips rolling as I rode his hand. I could feel my wetness dripping from my center, slickening in eager anticipation. My hands gripped his shoulders, my core pulsing with desire, looking for something to clench around.
“Von,” I begged, voice saturated with desperation.
My fingernails bit into his skin as he inserted two fingers into my sex, answering my plea. He curled them inside me, hitting that sacred spot that made my eyes cross. He lowered onto his knees, his commanding tongue pleasuring that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Ahhh,” I cried out, tipping my head back. The cool breeze brushed across my heated flesh, swirling across my skin, touching me everywhere.
I knew it was because of him.
He pulled his fingers out, and my walls stuttered at the loss of him.
He held them up for both of us to see.
Tattooed fingers were covered in my arousal, dripping down his wedding ring, painting the black-silver metal in the evidence of my need for him. His eyes locked with mine as he raised his fingers to his sexy mouth. Opening his lips, he slid his fingers inside, tasting me.
“Mmm,” a deep, carnal growl sounded from him as he sucked on his fingers.
Seeing Von taste melike that, it made me feral.
He slid his fingers from his mouth, and purred, “Just like apples.”
Then, he lowered his face back to my sex. His fingers parted my lips, and he plunged his tongue into my center. His hands slid to my thighs, gripping them with bruising strength, keeping me there as hedevouredme. A dark symphony of throaty, masculine sounds came from him as he fucked me with his long, dominating tongue.
I gasped and moaned as he worked me toward my climax. Like a dam breaking open, a flood of arousal released from me as I came undone. Von lapped up every drop, and his eyes began to glow a brilliant, vibrant green.
