Page 84 of Blood Vows
The kiss deepened, and with it came the ache of something primal. There was no patience this time, no careful control like there had been in the library. This was chaos, pure and consuming, as though we both knew that at any moment, something or someone might try to take it from us.
We tore at each other’s clothes, stripping away barriers with fevered hands, desperate to feel skin on skin. His body loomed over mine, solid and powerful, every muscle flexing beneath my touch. His sheer strength made my heart pound harder, not from fear but from want.
He held me as if he could keep the world from touching me, as if his body alone could shield me from everything that waited beyond these walls. Yet even in his hunger, he was careful, forcing himself to slow down, to breathe, to remember I was fragile compared to him.
The room filled with the sounds of our breathing, of gasps and shuddering sighs, of lips finding lips again and again. It was a symphony of need, and for that fleeting, impossible moment, it felt as though nothing beyond us existed at all.
I grasped for the cool sheets beneath me as he started to lower himself further on my body, a slave to him, as my legs opened willingly after he'd shredded my underwear with claws. Thick, curved black nails extended from his fingers, razor-sharp and deadly, weapons I should have feared, yet somehow, I didn’t.
Every supernatural edge of him only pulled me deeper, urging me to surrender completely, a willing captive to both his desire and my own. His large bed accommodated us both easily as he lowered himself between my legs, lying flat on his stomach. He then propped himself up on his elbows before reaching beneath me so that he could cup my ass with his large hands. Then, once my cheeks were firmly within his grasp, he lifted and tilted my pelvis up, holding me captive.
His eyes burned with a fierce white light as they locked on mine, a slow, knowing grin curving his lips, cunning and predatory.
“You smell fucking delicious,” he growled, the sound rough and sinful enough to steal the air from my lungs.
“I’m going to enjoy devouring you, little rabbit,”he murmured, his voice dark and deviant, a promise wrapped in hunger. My heart pounded wildly, my breath catching as heat and fear tangled deep inside me. Then the second, he dipped his face and ran his tongue up the length of me in that slow, predatory way, my head fell back as a deep moan escaped me.
It was as if he was savoring every inch of me. In fact, I felt as if I was going to crawl right out of my skin there and then. There was one thing, having him play me like an instrument with his fingers back in the library, but having him taste me like this was quite another. It was such an intimate act, having him lick and suck and bite every inch of my sex. I couldn't help but be reminded of the way his brother had done the same thing after they spread me open along the kitchen island.
The most sinful of thoughts entered my mind, asking myself if I would ever get to experience having all three of them at once. The thought alone almost made me come screaming.
Because what he was doing now made me feel treasured and used all at the same time. It blurred the lines of so many inner thoughts, sensations, driving me higher and higher to the pinnacle. One moment, he would be soft and gentle, and the next, he would use his teeth, rolling my clit between them, before sucking the swollen nub between his lips and soothing the sting with his tongue.
He was trying to drag it out as much as possible, refusing to give me the consistency needed, as he would bring me to the brink of orgasm and then back off before it was too late. Or before I reached the point I was desperate to achieve.
I barely even recognized the sounds I was making as I begged and pleaded for him to let me find that sweet release. All the while knowing each minute he dragged it out would only make it stronger and more powerful. And every time I begged, it only managed to enhance his own high, as he would rumble intomy soaked flesh. A pleased animalistic sound that was halfway between a growl and a purr. Something unholy, not human. Something not quite man and not quite beast, but somewhere in between.
Until finally, I begged one last time.
“Please, Vasileios… Please,please let me come… I'm begging you!” And I was, and I had no qualms to admit it. At this point, I barely recognized myself and who he had made me become. And I couldn't find myself to care or be ashamed or feel any other emotion than a desperate need and desire.
“All right, little one, you want to come? I'll let you come…I'll let you come for me.” This ended with a cry on my side as he thrust two fingers up inside me at the same time, sucking my clit in earnest as well as flicking his tongue against it. The vibrations combined with the sucking sensation quickly hurled me over the edge, but what really did it was when I felt the lengthening of his fangs.
This was my only warning before he bit into the flesh of my sex so suddenly, I thought I would pass out from the raw pleasure. I cried out, the pain merging into the waves of rapture that assaulted me. The intense feeling rolling through me over and over again. It was incredible. So powerful it made me see stars. I could barely breathe, and I knew for certain that I still hadn't caught my breath by the time I felt him moving above me. Or by the time I felt my legs being maneuvered to where he wanted them. Not until he whispered down over me, a soft command,
“Breathe for me.”Something I did, only to get it stolen again the second his fingers were replaced by something much larger. Which meant my next cry was not only one of pleasure but also of shock, as my body wasn’t yet used to the size of him. My back bowed, and his arms slipped under the gap so that they could lift me and hold me tight to him. He sat back on his knees,lifting me onto his lap so that he could take hold of my body, taking possession of it. Moving it the way he wanted, and in this minute, I was nothing but a slave to him…and I loved every fucking minute.
The way he held me, the way he moved me up and down on his shaft, impaling me on it in long, slow strokes. Each one licking at my core, stroking every nerve and connecting with me deeper than I thought possible.
He quietly rumbled in my ear,
“Hold on to me, little rabbit… I want to feel your nails,your desperation for me.”I wrapped my arms around him and did just that, digging my blunt nails into his skin. Not hard enough to penetrate the skin and cause blood to flow, but enough for him to feel them, my desperate need to keep him locked to me.
And as for his hold on me, it was a desperation he returned, as if he was afraid that I would suddenly slip through his fingers. As if we were each other's anchor in the storm. My head found its way to his shoulder, my tongue slipping out and tasting his skin. It was done on instinct, but his head nudged mine to the side so that he could gain better access to my neck. At the same time, he lifted me so that he could simultaneously bite into my neck and pull me hard down on his cock. I screamed out again, coming instantly as my body shuddered around him. A blissful feeling that continued with each pull of blood he drank down.
His arms became so tight around me, I almost panicked as I felt him growling against my neck. As if he would soon lose himself to his desire and the frenzy of feeding from me. Which was why instinct took over, and in the end, all I needed to do was whisper his name to bring him back to me.
“Vasileios,”
I felt him erupt inside me, as if I had just forced his pleasure from him too soon. The power of it, to know that I could do that,just by speaking his name, was addictive and caused me to find my next release right alongside his.
He threw his head back and roared, the sound echoing through the room, fierce enough to shake the bones of this ancient house. His power, his beauty, his very being consumed me until all that remained was the two of us, lost in the same rapture. We clung to each other, breathless, our hearts still racing as the world slowly stitched itself back together around us.
My body felt languid, deliciously spent, every nerve still humming from what we had shared. Thought became a distant thing, unnecessary, forgotten because all I could feel was him. His arm tightened around me, drawing me closer, his voice rough and tender as he whispered against my skin, words of love and the sweetest admission,
“My perfect, Moirai Theía.” I smiled at that, curling myself closer to him, ending the turbulent day with thoughts of him and hoping that tomorrow would bring us closer to a solution.
So, when my eyes grew heavy, my resistance fading, I gave in to it. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let sleep claim me, safe, sheltered, and…
