Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“You want me to survive only as a means to an end.”
“Still telling yourself that?” He snickers, his mouth warm against my chest. “Please do go on. What else did the meddling captain have to say?”
My heartbeat is so rapid I feel like I’m running a race. “That’s all.”
He laughs, low and sultry. “Lies don’t suit you.”
“You’re scaring me,” I whimper.
His gaze meets mine again. “Afraid?”
“Yes.”
“No.” He smirks. “Another lie. Your blood knows I would never hurt you. Never.”
He pulls the blanket down farther, his lips grazing along my chest.
“Your scent.” He groans and moves along my body, his fangs catching on the buttons of my pajama top and slicing through each one. “It’s undeniable. I know what you crave.” He presses his nose to my pussy and inhales.
Half of me cringes. The other half of me is exasperatingly turned on. “You can’t do that!” I smack the side of his head.
His dark laugh ripples across my stomach as he returns to my breasts and swipes my shirt apart. When he wraps his lips around one of my hard nipples, I can’t help the moan that rises from me. God, what’s he doing to me? It’s just sex, I remind myself. Just mind-blowingly good sex that I can’t seem to stop thinking about. And I certainly can’t stop wanting.
He slides a hand beneath my back, lifting me as he licks each breast, taunting me with his wicked tongue. My entire body goes tingly, the heat circling me like a drain that stops between my thighs.
With a hard yank, he pulls the blankets away and covers me with his body. I twine my arms around his neck. He kisses me with hunger, with raw desire. My toes curl, my body going up like a wildfire, the smoke obscuring any thoughts of danger.
He returns to my breasts, one of his hands kneading as he sucks my nipple.
I gasp when I feel a sharp sting, then moan when I see his fangs embedded shallowly in my breast, his lips sucking as his gaze meets mine.
Electricity crackles along my skin, every nerve ending firing, every single cell in my body focused on Valen. On his mouth, his hands, his cock. His bite, god, his fucking bite. I don’t know how, but it’s like a shot of dopamine that swims through every neural pathway, making me float, making me relentless in my pursuit of more.
Releasing my breast, he sits back and strips his clothes off so quickly he’s nothing more than a blur. Then he returns to me and peels my shorts and panties off, his low growl heightening every sensation that rolls through me.
When he presses his open mouth to my pussy, I arch, my pleasure a live thing that dances under my skin. His fingers dig into my thighs as he spreads me wide. He gives me no quarter, no escape from the lashing of his tongue, the grazing of his fangs.
My thighs shake, my hips rocking against his mouth. I chase my climax, reaching it as he slides two fingers inside me. I come hard, his name on my lips. The orgasm rolls through me again and again, clenching and releasing, unwinding the tension that coiled so deeply inside me.
When I’m in the aftershocks, he climbs up my body.
“Mine.” He strikes my neck as he presses his cock deep inside, his fangs a dark, sultry kiss that stoke my arousal, sending the inferno burning higher and higher. There is no gentleness in him. No easing of the delicate ache as he stretches me. Valen doesn’t hold back. He pulls out and starts a hard rhythm, fucking me as he drinks my blood. Fucking me as I cry out from the overwhelming sensations. Fucking me as I hold onto him, taking everything he gives me and begging for more.
“Mine. My Blood. My only.” He grates against my throat, then kisses my mouth, his tongue coppery and warm.
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on as he takes my breath away. He changes his angle, hitting my clit with each stroke. Meeting him, I take my pleasure, every bit of friction like gasoline on an already-raging fire.
He rolls, perching me astride him. When I slide all the way down on his cock, I throw my head back, a moan in my throat as he cups my breasts.
“Take all of me. Make me yours.” He thrusts upwards, filling me.
I move on him, riding his cock as he pinches my nipples.
“God.” I exhale and put my hands in my hair, my fingers desperate for something to grab onto as I grind on him. Every nerve ending tingles, every part of me attuned to him, to the way he strokes me from the inside. Arching, I’m a slave to the sensation, to the pleasure that floods me.