Page 95 of House of Crimson Hearts
“I will scour this city and tear down every mansion, castle, and building to find him. And when I do, I will drain him dry and tear his limbs from his body. Do you understand me? You’re mine, Verity, and no one gets to touch you but me.”
I knock her hand away from my chin, “You’re like reverse blood drunk. The scent of you inside me is driving you wild.”
She holds my gaze for a moment, it’s a hard tense stare and then it breaks. “I will eviscerate anyone who touches you. Do not forget it.”
My whole body is alive with her words. It’s always been me caring. Me responsible for Amelia, for keeping us safe and sending enough money to keep her fed.
“Octavia?” I say, unsure of what is about to pop out of my mouth.
“Yes?”
I’m leaning forward. “I’m going to kiss you.”
I need her. It’s the blood, the connection and pull urging me to fuck the blood lust out of my system. But also, maybe it’s not only that.
“I think that I’m alone, as alone as you are, and maybe we don’t have to be if we’re together,” I say.
A tear spills over her lids. I wipe it away with my thumb, wondering why I’ve made her sad.
I brush my lips over hers and she slides her hands around my neck and into the short, shaved bits at the back of my head. I press my lips to her cool mouth, our tongues caress each other, her fang scrape my tongue but not hard enough to cut.
She moans. She’s as desperate as I am for her to cut me, fuck me and take me for her own.
I may have drunk her blood more than once, but she’s right. This is a one-way thing. I don’t want to be connected to a vampire. Mated. Bonded. This is just sex. Very fun, very delicious sex.
“You risked your life for me.” I breathe the words into her kiss. And then my fingers find their way to her pyjama slacks, and I slip my hand beneath the fabric. She’s not wearing underwear, so I go straight to her pussy. I rest my flat palm against her and rock back and forth, enjoying the wet soaking into my fingers as she grinds into me. I angle my hand so I apply the most pressure to her clit.
She breaks off the kiss and gasps, throwing her head back to expose her neck. My eyes drop to exactly where I wish I could sink my teeth in, and then I wonder what the hell I’m thinking. I’m not a vampire, of course I don’t want to sink my teeth in.
I slide a finger inside her and she shivers against me, moaning out a breathy, “Fuck.”
I push another finger inside her and curl them around to hit the soft fleshy mound of her G-spot.
“Oh my gods,” she breathes.
“Use me. You won’t take my blood, but you will let me make you come. So use me, Octavia. Ride my fingers until you come all over my hand.”
She rolls her head forward. She pulls me up so that we’re sat on the edge of the chair and she can ride me faster. Then she’s rocking herself on my lap, my fingers stroking her G-spot, palm rubbing her clit. I use my other hand to pull her pyjama top off. She has to help me, but we get it off.
Her long raven-black locks cover her breasts as she stares down at me, my fingers still inside her. Those crimson eyes everyone fears so much, and yet I find myself lost in them. They are the richest sunset and the beauty of a rosy dawn. They’re the colour of life and love and the oldest roses. Her plump lips part as she pants, rocking faster on my lap.
I gently brush her hair over her shoulder and lean in to lick her nipple. I suck it into my mouth, and she whimpers against me, arching her back to push her breast deeper into my mouth. I apply a little pressure, let my teeth graze her hard peak, her pussy reacts, her walls tightening around my fingers.
“Fuck, yes. Harder. Bite harder.”
I do as she says, licking and drawing my tongue over her hardened nub and use my teeth to scrape her nipple, the swell of her breast. I bite and suck and lick her breasts, her torso, her shoulders.
She arches back so far I have to lace my arm around her back to keep her on my lap, but she’s not in control anymore. Her eyes are shut as she’s crying out my name. Her pussy clenches my fingers and then she’s moaning and swearing and screaming obscenities as she comes.
When her body stops trembling enough I can detach myself, I move my hand from her back to her neck and I pull her down to kiss her.
“That was delightful,” I say against her mouth. “But it could have been better.”
I grin as she frowns at me.
“I could have had my mouth on you, your taste on my tongue. Mmm, I think that would have been much better.”
“I think you already have enough of my taste in your system. Now it’s my turn.”
