Kissed by a Dark Prince(82)

He tugged the belt of her black jeans open and unbuttoned them as he kissed ever downwards. She lifted her backside off the bed. He gathered her jeans and underwear, and kissed the length of her long legs as he drew them both down to her ankles. She quickly toed her shoes off and Loren removed her jeans, underwear and then her stripy socks.

He sat back and raked his gaze over her. His female lay on his bed, her milky skin a delicious contrast to the rich purple covers, and her chestnut hair spilling around her bare shoulders. Her eyes lingered on him, dark with desire, passion that he stirred in her. She ran them over him, mimicking his own actions, and nibbled her kiss-blushed lips. Her cheeks coloured and her gaze darkened further. The way her teeth sank into her lip, tugging at the soft flesh, called to him.

Loren moved onto all fours and crawled up the length of his beautiful Olivia, each brush of their bodies sending a hot shiver through him. He covered her body with his, bringing them slowly into full contact, and she moaned. He swallowed the end of it in a kiss, aggressively claiming her lips and tunnelling his fingers into her hair to hold her against him. He wouldn’t let her escape him. She had sworn to be his and she would be.

Forever.

Olivia skimmed her hands over his shoulders, the action stirring his markings again, their emergence heating his skin as fiercely as her touch did. She swept her fingers upwards over his shoulders to his neck and claimed the nape of it, one hand curling around it and the other raking through his hair. He groaned and kissed her harder, grinding his shaft against her core at the same time, ripping a low moan from her throat.

Her left hand claimed his shoulder and he didn’t resist her when she pushed, rolling him onto his back. She straddled his hips and kissed him, her hair tickling his chest and her hands pressing into his shoulders with force that he enjoyed. He had never met a woman like Olivia. She took command when the urge struck her, unafraid to force him into submission, dominating him in a way that he found pleasurable because it spoke to him of the fierce desire she held for him, a need that echoed within him.

She kissed his lips and then his chin and along his jaw, moving downwards towards the left side of his throat. Loren’s instincts kicked in, commanding he give his neck to her, exposing it for her lips, and her teeth. He wanted to feel them in his flesh even when he knew that was impossible. Olivia was not of the fae or demon breed. She had no fangs to satisfy his dark needs.

He still needed to feel her lips on his flesh though and his blood flowing into her, forming and then forging a permanent bond between them.

The black and silver metal bracelets around his wrists heated and his armour swept over his hands, turning his fingers into razor-sharp claws.

He clutched Olivia’s shoulder with one hand, careful so as not to cut her, and gently pushed her away from his throat. He curled the fingers of his other hand around, leaving only his fore and middle finger extended.

His ki’ara had no fangs of her own, so he would make the marks for her, twin puncture wounds that he would proudly wear on his throat for all to see, and all would know this female had claimed him.

He brought his hand up to his throat and pressed the tips of his claws in, but Olivia caught his hand and stopped him.

Cold slithered through him and he frowned at her, fearing she had changed her mind and didn’t want to complete their bond now that she knew what it entailed.

Blood.

She held his hand in both of hers and he stared up at her, afraid to speak in case he prompted her into voicing words that he didn’t want to hear because they would shatter him completely.

Olivia stroked the black scales covering his left hand, her brown eyes fixed on it, her fingers trembling. What internal war was she waging as she sat astride him?

She finally lifted her eyes to his, her fine eyebrows furrowed, and spoke softly. “I want to do it.”

His heart missed a beat and it took him a moment to comprehend what she was saying.

His ki’ara had no fangs of her own but she wouldn’t allow that to stop her from making her mark on him. She wanted to be the one to puncture his flesh with the tips of his claws, and the look in her eyes and the way she held him firm said she would accept no argument about this matter.

Loren nodded, his fangs aching with the need to bite her too. He sat up on the bed, the action causing his erection to slide against her most intimate place and she gasped and moaned, tensing in his arms.

He needed to be inside her when they exchanged blood. He couldn’t do this any other way and the dark hungry look in her eyes and the way she rocked her core against him said that she couldn’t either.

He sent his armour back into the bands around his wrists and clutched her backside, drawing her closer to him. She kissed him again and circled his neck with her arms, and rocked her hips against him, sliding her moist core up and down his aching length. Loren moved her too, guiding her actions and making sure her heat stroked every inch of him, all the way to the sensitive head.