Seduce(43)

Everything burned red and he struck without thinking, slamming his fangs hard into her hip.

Sera bucked and shrieked, her body trembling beneath him. The scent of her desire flooded the room, mixing with the taste of her blood as he swallowed little more than a single mouthful before pulling away from her.

He licked the bite mark, damning himself for biting her but congratulating himself for remaining conscious enough that he had been able to stop at just one small taste.

Devil, Sera did taste good though and he wanted another bite.

Sera moaned as he licked the bite mark and he felt her eyes on him. His gaze slid to hers but he didn’t stop licking, taking every drop that seeped from the cuts as they began to heal. She still wasn’t afraid. The acceptance in her soft look, mixed with a heavy dose of desire, told him that she would allow him to bite her again if he wanted to, regardless of the danger to herself.

He wanted to kiss her for that.

He settled for kissing the bite mark on her hip. His mark. He had never bitten someone before.

Was she his now?

In the old days, a mark like this was considered a claim. That tradition had long died out but he was ancient enough to remember it and part of him still clung to the old ways. He pressed his lips to the mark and then kissed downwards, following the line of her hip to the neat pale curls that covered her groin.

She moaned and struggled against the restraints as he parted her thighs and settled himself between them. The thought of sinking his cock into her welcoming heat had him close to surrendering to that desire but he held himself back, intent on pleasuring her first and satisfying his own need second.

He lowered himself and spread her soft plush petals, opening her to his gaze. She glistened with moisture, the sight of her so ready for him and the scent of her desire stirring his own. He closed his eyes, reached his tongue out, and quickly stroked it over her clitoris. She moaned and arched into the touch, and he had to see her. He opened his eyes again and watched her as he licked her, teasing her with his tongue, drinking the sweet honey of her arousal as he drank in the sight of her pleasure. It flickered across her face and in his blood, pure and honest, deep and fathomless. Pleasure he had stirred in her.

An arrow of pride shot through him and he licked her harder, settled his mouth over the aroused nub and suckled it. Sera groaned again, tipping her head back and clamping her thighs down on him, squeezing his head between them. He eased her legs apart and continued, studying her reactions, searching for the movements that had her panting the hardest and had desire burning up her blood.

She tensed and gasped when he eased two fingers into her core, settling them there. His cock throbbed with the memory of how she felt wrapped around it, so wet and inviting, gloving him perfectly. He wanted to be inside her again, possessing her and showing her that she belonged to him now and he intended to fill the rest of their years with bliss.

Sera writhed on his fingers, riding them in a way that sent his hunger and arousal soaring. So wanton and wicked. She was beautiful as she sought her pleasure, her face alternating between a hard frown and a soft sigh, her hands tightly closed around the chains of her restraints. His cock pulsed against the mattress and his stomach, balls tightening as he absorbed the vision of her chained and giving herself over to passion.

“More,” she whispered and he resisted the temptation to point out that she was the one riding his fingers. He wasn’t moving at all, was simply holding them fast within her while he lavished her clitoris with his attentive tongue. She groaned and twisted, wrists tugging at the restraints, and her movements roughened, hips shifting harder and faster.

Antoine suckled her and gave her one single thrust of his fingers.

She screamed out her climax, hips jerking off the mattress, and he didn’t release her. He kept pumping and licking her, teasing her until she begged him to stop, whispering that she couldn’t take any more.

Antoine withdrew his fingers and licked them, savouring the taste of her desire.

Sera’s green eyes slowly opened and she frowned and licked her lips.

His cock jumped.

She smiled wickedly, an inviting one that said she didn’t need a connection between their blood for her to know what he wanted to do.

Antoine moved up the length of her, kissing and licking, body tightening with each inch closer he moved to her mouth. He covered it with his when he reached it, plunging his tongue in deep and unleashing his passion. It was rough but she matched him strength for strength, her tongue battling his and her breathy moans driving him on. She nipped at his lower lip, sucked it into her mouth, and swept her tongue over it in a way that sent sparks of pleasure rippling through him. He wanted to bite her when she did that, wanted her to bite him, craved the feel of her teeth sinking into his lip and giving him the ultimate bliss.