Page 51 of House of Crimson Hearts
Gods dammit.
I slip the tip of my blade to her lip, gently pull it down, displaying the ends of her fangs.
“I’m not the only one aroused,” I say, staring at the sharp white points.
“I’m not the one fighting it,” she says, never taking her crimson eyes off me.
“What if I don’t want to fuck? What if I want something else?” I whisper, glancing at the blade. How easy it would be to just slice. Stab. Kill.
“I know what you want. Take it,” she says and like a viper, her hand lashes out, gripping my wrist, forcing me to push the tip of the blade into her scar above her heart.
“So stake me, Verity. If that’s what you really want.”
The blade slips beneath her skin, a well of blood pooling at its tip.
Fuck.
Rich iron fills the air. It fills my head, swims in my vision, makes my body hot and my nipples hard.
I need it.
I want it.
“You fucking temptress. I don’t think it’s me that will ruin you. I think it’s the vampire princess that will be the death of me,” I say.
She grips my wrist so hard I know she’s going to leave marks. “Take. It.”
So I do.
I snap and throw the blade away. I drag my tongue over her scar, mopping up all the blood, and then I rise to meet her mouth, sucking her lip into mine and biting until her blood wells in my mouth. I suck hard enough my mouth fills with the sweet iron nectar.
And then my whole world comes apart.
Everything is bright, exhilarating. The air kisses my skin, my veins are alive with electricity and my pussy throbs.
I move my mouth over hers, our tongues caressing and gliding over each other, the taste of me on her lips, the taste of her blood in my mouth.
It’s too much. I can’t breathe, my body is covered in goosebumps. I’m not even sure if I’m in my body anymore.
I slide my hand down her body, tweaking her nipples until she moans. I break off the kiss. I want more of that sound. I need it.
I shuffle lower, kissing and licking her breasts until she’s pleading with me.
“Touch me, please,” she begs. Her voice sounds fragile, vulnerable. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her show weakness and I crave it. Not so I can hurt her, but so I can hold her, let her know I’ll keep her safe in this moment.
I slip my hand between her thighs, one finger either side of her clit rubbing up and down slowly. I will take my damn time. She doesn’t get to own everything. Her pleasure is mine.
I squeeze my fingers a little tighter and slide down her centre, bringing her slickness up so I can move faster. I shift quick, my finger finding her hole and push the tip inside. I pull out. Tease the tip in again. Over and over until she’s soaked my fingers and bucking her hips. She’s fucking with my head. Shifting everything I know, everything I should want. I take a second to lean against her stomach because I can’t believe she’s this wet for me. I need to take all of her.
I shuffle down. She looks at me, catching sight of me between her legs.
“I wish you could bite me,” she says.
“I have a knife for that.”
She grins at me, and I nip at her thigh. It’s not a vampire bite, but it’s the best I can do.
“Harder,” she says.
