Page 48 of House of Crimson Hearts
No.
Fine, yes. She leans in, her lips brush against mine, the softest caress like the kiss of a melting snowflake. It sends shivers down my spine and all the way to my cunt.
“You want more of my blood?” she whispers against my earlobe.
Gods yes.
“No. No more blood. You’ll be able to track me.”
She smiles, leans into my neck, drawing her teeth along the delicate skin. “See, I think you want me to chase you. I think, Verity, that you want to be owned by me. Fucked by me.”
“No…” I breathe but it’s weak and makes her laugh.
“Yes,” I say, stronger this time.
“Good. Now… Drop your towel.” She kisses my neck, sucking at the flesh and drawing her tongue down the curves of my body.
I have no self-control left, no willpower. So I do as she says and drop the towel. And then I’m standing against her door naked with nothing other than the blade in my hand. Her arm reaches around me and locks the door. She doesn’t touch my knife. She must know I need it. Even if her blood is flowing through my veins and changing everything I know and think and believe, I’m still not ready to trust her. My hand clenches around the hilt as she scoops me into her arms and carries me to the bed, dropping me on top of it.
She looks me up and down. Her eyes are like feathers caressing my skin everywhere they skirt. “You really are quite the work of art.”
She climbs on top of the bed and kneels in front of me. “Open your legs.”
“D-don’t feed from me,” I managed to stutter out. “You can fuck me, but don’t bite me.”
She hesitates. Something washes over her expression that I can’t read, but she doesn’t argue. She nods and then glances down. “Legs.”
I draw my knees up and spread just as she’s asked.
She licks her lips and slides down between my thighs. Her long raven hair tickles my thigh. But I like it and it only serves to make me even wetter. She kisses my knee, down my leg, sliding her tongue over my flesh. Her fangs drop and I catch sight of the pure white. My fingers grip my knife a little tighter. But I don’t react when I normally would. Perhaps she’s right, she does own me in this moment.
What the hell am I doing allowing a vampire to have me in such a vulnerable position? Her teeth and fangs graze my thighs but she’s careful. Gentle enough that she doesn’t break the skin, and the tingling sensations make my hips buck.
“Octavia. Please.”
But I don’t really know what I’m asking. Please stop? Please more?
The word elicits a hummed noise of appreciation from her. “I like it when you say please,” she says and kisses down my leg quicker.
My free hand scrunches the silky duvet as a bolt of pleasure finds its way straight to my clit. She draws her mouth over my pussy, kissing her way across me to my other leg.
“Octavia, stop teasing me and fuck me already,” I shout.
And there it is. The truth. I do want her.
She halts and returns to my centre, sliding her tongue from my clit to my hole, and I can’t help the moan that rips from my chest.
It’s raw, carnal.
Her tongue is cool and thick as it slides inside my entrance. My back arches off the bed, as if the blood pumping through my body can sense its owner. It responds to her, calls to her, makes me desperate to have more.
My clit swells as she draws her tongue up and down as if she’s summoning her blood, drawing it into my cunt from wherever it was drifting around my system.
“Oh fuck,” I moan.
And she sighs in appreciation. My pussy heats, slick and wet and I swear the more she draws long lavish licks down my slit, the more blood she’s drawing into my cunt. Every sensation heightens, far more than when I’ve had sex with anyone else. Bolts of pleasure erupt, shimmering out from my clit all the way across my thighs. Pleasure rides up to my nipples and down to my toes. It’s like my clit is everywhere. Like she’s controlling every ounce of my pleasure, wringing it not just from my pussy but my entire body.
“Fuck. Fuck,” I cry.
