Kiss Before Dying(5)

“Remember, Arianna. I want to hear you cry my name as you come.” He latched on to the swollen center in front and drew my clitoris into his mouth.

The entire room disappeared as I did as I was told, screaming, “Sebastian!”

It was more than an explosion, more than a detonation of the body. It was letting go of the world around me, floating in a place that existed but remained unseen. I rode the waves of pleasure and wanted them to last forever. Ever so slowly my body stopped trembling and the room came into a blurry focus.

“I want to take the vein here before I claim you,” Sebastian rested little kisses upon my thigh. “You smell divine.”

Fear almost sent me off the bed. I could mask the scent of my blood—as well as the taste—but only for a short while. The enchantment I’d had placed on my mask would only work for minutes after the piercing of my skin, then the magic faded.

“S-sire,” I stammered, my voice high-pitched and afraid. “I would prefer a kiss before dying.”

“I’ll still give it to you.” He scraped his fangs along my skin. “I want to taste your virgin blood before I take your body.”

I struggled to speak, unnerved that he knew of my virginity. “How did you—”

“I smell your purity,” he answered before I could finish.

“Please.” My limbs trembled, fear coursing through my body. “I don’t want to feel my death.”

“You won’t.” He sounded confident, but I knew better.

Even vampires couldn’t prevent idle gossip.

“I’ve heard about women who didn’t ease into their deaths.” The kitchen staff loved to share the information they’d gained over the years, much to my relief. “I know what might happen if I consent to your wish and something goes wrong.” Beheading a bed slave in order to prevent his or her slow, agonizing death was rumored to be the preferred method of vampires. The shudder that swept over me was very real when I whispered, “Don’t ask me to take the risk.“

He hesitated, his breath cool across my skin. I froze, hoping the rumors held some truth. Otherwise, he’d take what he wanted and everything I’d hoped for would be lost.

With a tiny scrape of his fangs against my skin, he moved away. “Very well.”

He maneuvered his muscular frame up the bed, coming over me. He was much taller and wider, blanketing me as he rested his weight between my legs. His head came down and he kissed me. I tasted myself on him. His lips were no longer cool but warm. Each nudge of his tongue heightened my senses. After a moment I realized he’d bitten his tongue to share his blood with me.

Although I had taken Sebastian’s blood to ensure his scent marked me and cemented our bond through the years, sharing blood was a rare gift. Not only did vampire blood make humans stronger, it also enhanced and multiplied all their senses. Due to that I’d been allowed to drink from him once per year on the anniversary of our introduction. No more, no less. Given just enough to know what I was missing, leaving me aching for more.

My eyes burned as tears formed. Knowing he’d share his blood in such a selfless way—for someone who was nothing more than a bed slave and a stranger—made me love him all the more. Due to his generosity I would experience things with better clarity and enjoyment. His blood would also ensure my final orgasm would last long enough to dim the awareness of my death.

“Take this off.” He lifted his chest away and tugged at my corset.

I forced back tears and sat up as he untied the strings and worked the corset free. He pulled the constrictive garment over my head and threw it carelessly to the floor. His eyes lingered on my breasts, his stare potent.

“Again, Arianna,” he bent down and brought his mouth to a rosy peak, “beautiful.”

The tug of his teeth against my nipple sent a ripple through my pussy, causing my core to clench. It was as though there was a connection between the two most erotic zones in my body, each encouraging the other. Each tiny flip of his tongue or nip of his fangs increased my arousal, building it higher.

And it was all for him—only for him.

“Please,” I begged when he moved to the other breast while he glided a finger into my drenched core.

“Soon, sweet,” he said, brushing his tongue against my nipple. “I want nothing but pleasure for you.”

He worked a second finger into my body, forcing my virgin center to stretch and accept the invasion. The heat from my excitement wet his fingers, allowing him to slide in and out of my body. While uncomfortable at the start, I was soon whimpering and undulating, crazed and incensed.

“You’re very tight,” he whispered, continuing to work my sex with practiced fingers. “As tight as a fist. I can only imagine how you’ll feel, all wet and hot around my cock.”