Page 49 of Blood Vows
He wasn’t just touching, he was learning every inch.
Mapping me like a secret he would guard with his life.
It was almost too much to take, the gentleness from someone so dark. My head spun beneath the weight of it, because somehow, the danger in him made the tenderness feel even more intoxicating. If this were a dream, then it was one I never wanted to wake from.
A dream that shattered the moment that hand dipped down to the secret place that I wanted to feel his touch the most. The juncture of my thighs opened up, spreading willingly for him, accommodating his hand. A silent cry escaped my parted lips as I threw my head back the moment he dipped his fingers through my core. One he found soaked and ready as he ran them up through dripping flesh. Arousal he used to swirl around my clit, making me nearly come undone at the first contact.
“Mmm, soft as silk and dripping…I knew you would be so wet for me.” He practically purred in my ear, making me blush. But as his erotic touch continued, it enticed the first sexualsounds from me. I allowed myself to moan, unable to stop it, a breathy sound escaping, as his thick, large fingers worked me to a near frenzy, a maddening pace, slow and sensual.
And then he added even more, dipping a thick digit inside me, my channel clutching at it, as if desperate to feel more. My back arched, and this time the moan echoed through the room.
“Perfection,”he hummed, that single word only driving his actions higher and higher. He was so confidently unhurried. And then his lips started to trail soft kisses along my collarbone and down to my heaving breasts. Which meant that the second he took one taut nipple into his mouth, I cried out. And this time, it became a sexual song of utter bliss as my cries of pleasure vibrated around us.
But then came that slight bite of pain as he added another digit and circled my clit with his thumb even faster. The sudden change in what had been until now such gentle actions was enough to have me shattering beneath him.
I moaned and cried and screamed out my first release, my sex fluttering around those fingers, still playing me like a fine-tuned instrument. However, the second I realized he intended to continue, my hand went to shackle his wrist to stop him. I couldn't take any more. He let go of my nipple, after giving it a leisurely lick, soothing the abused nub. After which, he lifted his head enough to capture my gaze and issue me a dark warning,
“You don’t get to restrain me, little rabbit,” he growled, the words a low rumble down at me.
“Not when I am the only predator here.”The command in his voice sent a tremor straight through me, and I let go instantly. Too afraid not to. The space between us vibrated with power, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.
Then came the whisper, oh so dark and approving,
“There’s my good girl.”
The praise slid through me like molten silk, a shiver tearing down my spine before I could stop it. I felt the curve of his smile against my cheek, his breath hot against my skin. My eyes stayed shut, because if I opened them, if I looked at him now, I wasn’t sure I’d survive what I’d see looking back.
His unhurried actions continued as he slowed his pace right down once more, fully intent on bringing me to another orgasm in the same way as before. Only this time, he knew how I would shatter, for the first had just been a taste of what was to come. Because the next one he brought me had me screaming enough that my face turned into his bicep. I was overcome and lost in the blissful feeling of an orgasm. So much so that I found myself biting down on his flesh. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that it made him moan. The guttural sound rippling from his chest sounded more animalistic than anything else. Again, it only drove the next flutters of my orgasm to stretch out and continue to assault me.
Finally… The moment he touched my clit again, I begged in small, desperate breaths,
“Please… oh please… no more…” He chuckled, a handsomely sadistic sound that only added to my attraction. His voice wrapped around me like a command disguised as pity,
“How am I to resist such a delicious sound from the sweetest lips…But be warned, little rabbit,I could easily become addicted to the sound of you begging me for mercy.” I shuddered against him as his warning hit its mark and took effect.
“All right, little one,” he murmured, the words a low rumble that seemed to settle somewhere deep within me.
“There’ll be enough time for that later. Now, tell me what you want,my sweet, Nessa.”The sound of my name on his lips felt like a promise and a challenge all at once. I forced my eyes open, drawn to the silver glow that seemed to burn straight throughme. Every trace of the storm outside was mirrored there, wild and consuming.
“You know what I want,”I breathed, though even to my own ears, it sounded uncertain, fragile even against the gravity in his voice. He shook his head slowly, a dark, measured gesture.
“No,” he said softly.
“That’s not how this goes. I don’t want your spoken assumptions on what you think I already know.” He leaned closer, his breath brushing my lips.
“I want your truth.I want to hear you claim it.”There was something sacred in his tone, like a vow or an offering.
“Every part of me is already yours. But it only becomes real when you name it,” he told me, his voice stern,his words absolute.Words that struck through me, deeper than touch could ever reach. This wasn’t about power. It was about surrender. About the kind that demanded honesty over all else.
And as I looked into those haunting silver eyes, I realized he wasn’t just asking for my voice.
He was asking for my heart.
He was asking for my vow.
So, I placed my hand over the side of his face, where the shadows pulsed beneath my palm. And I told him, fervently,
“I want you, Vasileios. I want you to make me yours. I want you to claim me as I claim you in return.”
