Page 19 of Blood Bonds
“Sethios,” she breathed.
“I love the way you say my name.” He applied just enough pressure to the blade to pinch her skin without breaking the surface. “Say it again.”
“Sethios.” Her blood heated and cooled in response to his compulsion. The threat of his position was not lost on her, yet she couldn’t will herself to mist away. She rather enjoyed the power play, even though it lacked logic. But not many men could control her in this manner, and he managed it so effortlessly.
“So pretty,” he murmured, his manhood pulsing inside her.
She yelped as he nicked her tender nipple, drawing blood.
“Stop struggling, angel.” He pulled out of her and dropped his mouth to her breast while still restraining her hands over her head. His tongue laved the wound as he created one right below it. Her limbs screamed at her to move, but she couldn’t. He’d persuaded her not to struggle.
It should infuriate her, not send tingles of anticipation through her veins.
His hot mouth covered her taut peak, evoking a whimper from her. Electricity sizzled through the air as he pierced her skin with his teeth.
Abomination, her mind whispered.
More, her soul begged.
It created a conundrum she couldn’t solve while her loins reacted to his touch.
She misted, then reappeared, and misted again as he tortured her with his mouth. He’d swapped breasts, and she hadn’t even realized it. Her dagger rested in his hand at her throat, and she couldn’t think enough to worry about it.
“Fuck, Caro,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “I love that you don’t break.”
His words mingled with doubt in her mind because she felt broken. Seraphim weren’t meant to enjoy pleasure, but Caro couldn’t ignore Sethios’s bite. It tingled and stung and left her shaking beneath him.
He released her from his hold and went to his knees beside her. A fire raged in his gaze as he took in her breasts.
“Turn over onto your stomach.” Power underlined his tone. The feel of it titillated every nerve, urging her into the submissive pose by choice rather than by force. She balanced on her forearms and waited for his next command.
“Ass in the air,” he demanded. Caro shifted onto her knees and jolted as the palm of his hand landed on one cheek. “You do not leave my bed without permission.”
She glowered over her shoulder at him. “Try that again.”
He grinned. “Happily.”
His palm sliced against her backside once more, setting her blood on fire. She tried to move, to give him a piece of her mind, but her limbs remained locked while he watched in amusement.
“Unable to move, darling?” he asked, voice all innocence as he positioned himself behind her. “That’s a shame, really.”
“What have—”
He impaled her from behind, knocking the air from her lungs. Her forehead fell to her forearms as she fought to catch her breath under his harsh assault. Sensation mingled with pain as he took her body with a ferocity that would shatter most beings.
She fisted the blankets, her nails ready to rip the silk to threads. Each thrust rubbed the fresh marks on her ass, reminding her of his degrading act.
He spanked her.
The nerve.
If she had her blade, she’d stab him.
As if on cue, he pressed the sharp edge to her neck and nicked her skin. His tongue followed the sting as he draped himself over her back.
“Your fury is addicting,” he murmured. “And provides the sweetest challenge.”
She growled from beneath him. “I will kill you.”
