Page 50 of Sacrifice of the Vampir
Elias must have seen the discomfort on my face because he stilled, his body tense above mine, every muscle coiled with the effort of holding back.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked, voice tight, his dark eyes searching mine with concern laced with hunger.
"A little," I admitted, my voice breaking on the words. "But don't stop. Please."
He shook his head, jaw clenched. "I don't want to hurt you, little witch. Not like this."
"It's okay," I whispered, lifting my hips despite the burn, taking him a little deeper. We both groaned at the sensation. "It's good. I promise. I need this. With you."
He searched my face, looking for the truth. Whatever he saw there made him narrow his eyes, and he raised his wrist to his mouth and bit down before offering it to me. "Drink."
I'd taken his blood before, but I'd been so out of it the thought still made me recoil even as my mouth watered for just one sip.
"Drink," he repeated.
With the tip of my tongue, I took the smallest taste, and the world exploded around me. Heat unfurled through my veins like liquid fire, every beat of my heart echoing with his. His blood was dark, forbidden, and achingly sweet, and it sent pleasure spiraling through me that was so intense my entire body shuddered. The pain eased, morphing into something bearable, then pleasurable, as warmth spread, healing the sting and amplifying every sensation.
Gods, I was burning in the best possible way, the raw edge of pain transforming into a deep, throbbing need.
Keeping his wrist at my mouth, he began to move again. Slowly. Carefully. His body trembling with the effort it took him to control himself.
The pain continued to fade as my body adjusted to his, his blood healing what he'd torn, turning the discomfort into a building pleasure that made me gasp. I wanted him. Wanted more. I lifted my hips again, meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper, that initial hurt giving way to something euphoric, real and profound.
"Fuck, Talin," he growled, his voice rough with restraint. "You feel so damn good."
I could only moan in response as I wrapped one hand around his wrist so he wouldn't take it away and dug my fingers into his side with the other. The feel of his cock and his blood inside me... I couldn't think. Couldn't say anything if I wanted to. I could only feel. The raw connection, the way he filled me not just physically but emotionally, chasing away the shadows I'd carried for so long.
His pace increased, each thrust going deeper, still controlled but building in intensity. He was everywhere. In me. Around me. His scent in my lungs, his taste on my tongue. I was drowning in him, the pleasure overtaking the last remnants of pain, turning it all into bliss. And I never wanted to come up for air.
Suddenly, he rolled us, pulling me on top of him so I was straddling his hips. I lost his wrist as we did, but I couldn't complain. The new position took him even deeper, and I cried out at the sensation, the fullness now purely pleasurable, sending waves of ecstasy through me.
"Ride me," he commanded, hands gripping my hips firmly, guiding me. "Take what you need, beautiful. I don't want to hurt you. I need you to control this part."
I braced my hands on his chest, nails digging into the hard muscle there. Then I began to move, lifting and lowering myself on his cock, finding a rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me with every downstroke.
Elias's hands roamed my body, sliding up my ribcage to cup my breast. His thumb brushed over my nipple, sending another shockwave through me. I leaned into his touch, grinding down on him harder. Faster. The pleasure built, erasing any lingering ache. I couldn't think straight. I could only feel.
"That's it," he growled, his eyes dark with approval. "Fuck, you're gorgeous like this. Taking what you need. Using me for your pleasure."
His words sent a thrill through me. I'd never felt sexy before. Never felt wanted like this. But the way Elias looked at me, the things he said... I believed him. It was emotional and messy, tearing down walls I'd built for years.
Tension coiled low in my belly. The desperate need for release. I chased the high, riding him harder. Taking him deeper. His hands were on my hips again, guiding my movements with firm control, helping me find the angle that sent stars exploding behind my eyes with every thrust.
I felt it, then. The power building inside me. Not just the pleasure, but something deeper. Something more. The threads.
Suddenly they were everywhere. Wrapping around us, binding us together. Silver and gold and every color in between, pulsing with magic and life and need.
I could see them all, feel them all, like they were a part of me. Like he was a part of me. And brightest of all, the silver thread that connected the two of us.
And I knew, in that moment, that I could have it all. Have him. Have this. Have the power and the pleasure and the life I'd always wanted but never thought I could have.
All I had to do was reach out and take it.
So I did.
I grabbed onto our thread, holding it tight in my mental fist. And pulled.
Elias roared beneath me, his body bucking and his fangs bared as he came, his release triggering my own. The threads pulsed brighter, wrapping around us, cocooning us in a web of magic and lust and... love. Or what would be love.
