Kissed by a Dark Prince(84)

Loren wrapped his arms around her and savoured her kiss and her taste, his body still quivering from his climax, hot and hazy. He wasn’t sure how long they remained like it, exploring each other’s mouths, but the haze of his climax began to lift and he grew hard again, aching to be back inside her welcoming heat.

She drew back and stroked her fingers over his chest, causing his marks to shimmer to the surface in rainbow colours. They flushed brightly, illuminating her hands, and she looked fascinated as she caressed them, tracing some of the symbols with her fingertips.

She bent her head and kissed the marks on his left deltoid, and followed them over his shoulder to his collarbone. She paused there and his focus honed in on her until he lost awareness of the world around them.

“Loren,” she whispered and he knew what she desired because he desired it too.

He withdrew his hands from her hair and called his armour to them, changing his fingers into claws. She took hold of his right hand, curled all but two of his fingers over, and stared at his throat. His heart pounded, the pace nauseating, and he breathed hard, struggling to steady himself.

“Inside you,” he murmured and she nodded in agreement and rose off him.

Loren carefully curled his armoured hand around his cock and positioned it beneath her. He groaned as she took him back inside her, their combined juices from their first time making it easy for him to slide in as deep as he could go. She moaned and wriggled, ripping another groan from his throat.

“Love the feel of you inside me.” Those words almost pushed him over the edge and it was hard to deny his urge to take her hard and fast again, making her feel all of him.

She rose off him and back down again a few times, slowly riding him, making him tremble. He wanted to drink from her as they made love this time. He wanted to sink his teeth into her and mark her forever.

“Olivia,” he husked, voice thick and deep, dark with his desire.

She bit her lip and nodded, her brown eyes verging on black. She moved his hand to his throat and he tipped his jaw up, giving her clear access.

Olivia inhaled slowly and a flicker of concern came through the link between them, and he knew she didn’t want to hurt him.

“Do it, please... I need you to do it, Olivia... now.”

She pressed the points of his two claws into his skin on the left side of his throat and then pushed down. He flinched at the fiery sting as they punctured his flesh and then groaned as that heat swept through him, filling every inch of him and making him jerk his cock inside her. She moaned and clenched him, eliciting a growl from him, and pulled his claws out of his throat.

“Drink now, ki’ara,” he whispered and she swallowed hard and then leaned in, her breath hot and moist on his throat.

Loren held his breath, sent his claws away and held her, guiding her towards him, refusing to let her back out now that they had come this far.

The first touch of her lips on his throat sent a shiver through him. The feel of her wrapping her mouth around the two puncture marks and clutching his shoulders turned that shiver into a fiery wave of tingles. The first pull she made on his blood obliterated them, causing wildfire heat to savagely race through his body, burning him to ashes.

Loren had been mistaken.

This was bliss.

This was heaven.

His ki’ara was taking him into her body, forging the unbreakable bond between them. She was giving herself to him, forever.

He would give himself to her too, and he would never let her go.

Loren swept the hair from the left side of her throat, angled his head so he could reach her, and sank his fangs into her flesh. She gasped, spilling his blood, her body contracting around his hard length. He withdrew his fangs, clutched her backside, and drank deep of her as he moved her on his shaft.

She writhed her hips, rotating them with each downwards thrust that drew him into her, driving him further out of his mind, and drank harder, sucking ferociously on his blood.

Loren’s head lightened, spinning as she took his blood into her. The feel of it racing towards her as hers raced towards him was incredible and he was lost in it and in Olivia. His strength surged through him, his heartbeat levelled, and he felt the connection between them as it tied them together, unbreakable now.

They were one.

Olivia moaned, shuddering against him, her mouth working furiously to take his blood even as the flow of it slowed, his body healing the marks she had made on his flesh. The marks on hers healed too, stealing her sweet blood from his lips. He wanted more but contented himself with licking the marks, catching every last drop of her blood, as he moved her on his cock, driving slowly into her.

The feel of her soft tongue caressing his flesh made him shiver and he groaned, aching to have her drink from him again already, even when he was too weak to allow it. His body raced to absorb the blood he had taken from her, and he knew that hers was doing the same. He was part of her now, and forever. His blood would make her stronger. Immortal.