Page 52 of House of Crimson Hearts
I sink my teeth in a little more. Not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a little imprint. It elicits a filthy moan from her mouth.
I drop to her pussy and draw my tongue down her centre, savouring the delicious taste of her. I lap it up, I want more, I want all of it. My mind is crazed with need. I circle my tongue around her clit. Lap fast and slow and fast and slow until she’s whimpering and gripping at what’s left of the sheets.
I slide a finger inside her and she breathes my name like she’s praying to the Mother of Blood and I swear I nearly come on the spot.
“Verity,” she moans.
I slip another inside her and that draws another equally filthy sound from her. She’s swearing and crying my name.
“Your clit is mine. Ride my fingers till you make yourself come, Princess.”
I curl my fingers into a better position and the twitch of her legs tells me I hit the right spot. She grinds her hips against my mouth as I focus on her clit, licking and lapping and worshipping her pussy.
Her walls tighten, I thrust my fingers a little more, helping her ride them faster, deeper, harder. Her pussy clenches so hard around my fingers I’m sure she’s going to break them. Her back arches, lifting off the bed. I make my tongue stiffer, flicking it as fast as I can, and then she breaks, screaming my name as wetness drenches my fingers, my face, the sheets. Everything soaks as she squirts all over me.
Fuck. Fuck. This is amazing, I’ve never fucked anyone and made them squirt. I hold my mouth to her pussy taking everything she gives me. Licking and swiping my tongue, cleaning her up.
“Octavia…” I say when I still haven’t pulled my fingers out of her.
“Yes?” she pants.
“You need to relax, I can’t pull out.”
She laughs at the top of the bed. “Sorry, I… give me a second.”
I hear her try to take a couple of deep breaths, and as she loosens, I inch out, which only makes her twitch and tighten again. It takes another couple of breaths before she releases me, and I crawl up the bed and lay flat on my back.
“Wow,” I say.
“Yeah,” she says.
“Now that we’ve both come, our heads should clear. The effects of the blood lust will ease off,” she says and strokes my cheek. I lean into her palm. “When your mind is free from the hold of my blood, you will feel very different. You’ll go back to hating me.”
“I know. This was just blood lust. Just sex. It doesn’t change anything,” I say.
“No. Things changed a long time ago.”
I roll onto my side to face her. “What does that mean?”
She shifts to face me, her eyes soft and sad. There’s a secret hidden in the blink of her lashes, and I can’t quite reach it.
“It means that sometimes it’s easier to hate someone than love them.”
But her words feel distant and slippery, like they’re already leaking from my mind as my head shifts back to clarity and all I can focus on is the horror of realising I’m in bed. Naked. Having just fucked one of the original three vampires.
“I… I need to go,” I say, wiping a hand over my face. Octavia’s face hardens, though underneath it there’s a crack, but it’s too painful too look at.
“I’ll have Wendell draw you a carriage,” she says.
And then she’s slipping out of bed and pulling on a robe, and I am swimming in a toxic cocktail of confusion.
INTERLUDE
OCTAVIA
Ilie in bed knowing two things:
Verity is mine, and she hates me.
