Page 79 of Shifting Hearts 1
“Yes, sir.”
He unfurled the tie, allowing it to dangle over her hands before grabbing both ends and pulling it taught. “I’m going to tie this around your eyes. Depriving you of one sense will sharpen the others, enhancing your pleasure.”
She drew in a sharp breath as he lowered the silk over her eyes.
“Did you pick your word?”
“I’m not sure.”
“It can be anything; a color, a sound, an object.”
“Do you have a safe word?” she asked.
“Tavern,” he replied.
“Have you used it before?”
“Yes.” He sighed, grateful she couldn’t see him at the moment.
“Mercy.”
“Mercy is your safeword?”
“Yes, sir. Mercy,” she confirmed.
“Good girl, angel. Remember, if you need me to stop at any point, use your safe word.”
He grasped her hair, held her head steady and kissed her. He was rough, sucking on her bottom lip.
“Open your mouth.”
She obeyed. He rolled his tongue, allowing saliva to pool in his mouth. He pricked his tongue with his sharp canine and allowed blood to mix with his spit. Seraphina waited for him.
He spat into her mouth and wrapped his hand around her throat. “Swallow.”
The muscles in her neck moved beneath his palm as she obeyed. He tapped his fingers in time with her pulse.
“Don’t forget your safe word.”
He kissed her again, this time enjoying the softness of her lips against his. His stomach flipped as she reciprocated. He covered her heart with his hand, feeling her chest rise and fall with each breath as her tongue slid against his. She moaned into his mouth, making his cock twitch.
Jas didn’t know where they would go from here. He was desperate to mark her. He needed to claim her, and it was more keeping Edmond from her. This moment was between him and his angel.
She awakened feelings he’d never experienced before. He admired the fire in her belly and how she wasn’t afraid to stand up to him.
The only issue he foresaw was their natures. She said she’d been sent to save him, but what did that even mean? Save himfrom what or whom? And what if he couldn’t change? What if he couldn’t be saved? Would she accept him for who he was?
What if he couldn’t love her? Just the thought caused him to pause. Even he knew she deserved that. No soul would ever be good enough for an angel like her.
“Tavern?” she questioned.
“It’s okay, angel.”
Even with her hazel eyes hidden beneath a blindfold, she was perceptive. How much of his history did she know? Was she privy to every sickening detail? He needed to distract himself from the guilt that threatened to choke him.
He rounded the desk and kneeled between her thighs. Jas forced her knees up toward her chest, exposing not only her pussy, but her ass to him. He leaned into her glistening core and inhaled deeply as her pheromones drove him wild. He growled, trying to keep the frenzy at bay.
She whimpered as he blew across her folds before licking from her ass to her clit. She was delicious, sweeter than honey. Her pussy was tight, squeezing his tongue as he wiggled it inside her. Her blood coated his tongue, doing absolutely nothing to quench his thirst.
