Page 122 of Sins of the Heart
SINS OF THE HEART
She cried out in frustration, straining toward him.
With a low, dark laugh, he let her take more, take it all,
in a smooth, slick glide. So good. Thrust and grind.
Keen pleasure, making her muscles tense, her whole
body throb, her every thought centered on the place
they joined.
Yes. Like that. And…ahh…like that. “Please.
Dagan. Please.”
A smile curved his hard, luscious mouth, a stark baring of straight white teeth, telling her he liked that.
Liked to hear her plead. He liked the illusion of his
dominion, but it wasn’t his, it was hers.
Rearing up, she tore his skin with her teeth, biting deep
into the swell of lean muscle that layered his chest. He
grunted but didn’t pull away. Blood filled her mouth, hot,
red, luscious blood. She knew the taste of him. Ambrosia.
She drank from him as he pumped harder, faster, his
cock taking her higher, his blood feeding her need.
Tearing her mouth from his flesh, she arched back,
moaning as she ground her hips against him, the friction hitting her in all the right places. His thrusts were
deep, rhythmic, working her to the razor’s edge. She
took her pleasure from him.
And he took her heart.
He thrust his cock deep inside her and his hand into
her chest.
As she tore over the edge of her orgasm, he tore her
heart out and held it cradled in his palm.
There was no pain. Only pleasure. Profound pleasure that made her buck and scream.
Their bodies rubbed together, slick with sweat, slick
with blood. Her blood. His blood.
