I never knew this could feel so good.
I run my fingers through Corvan’s soft white hair, tracing them down his neck; across his powerful shoulders.
All the while, he gives me pleasure beyond my wildest imagination.
And I keep falling.
Deeper and deeper.
He curls his fingers around my wrists and holds me still as he caresses the part of me that’s exquisitely tender, gently sucking on that tiny pearl of flesh.
I didn’t know that… one could do that…
Could make me feel like this.
All coherent thought is swept away.
There’s only him, and the undeniable ecstasy of his touch.
The waves build until they’re so big that everything crashes together, and I’m drowning in bliss, and then something inside me breaks.
I’m undone.
Completely and utterly unravelled.
And my world will never be the same again.
31
CORVAN
She’s such a sweet little thing. I savor her climax as my own arousal strains to near-breaking point.
I’ve tried to hold back from fucking her; tasting her first, and giving her as much enjoyment as she can take, because it’s so damn rewarding to hear her whimper and beg, to hear the surprise and sheer pleasure in her voice.
This is new to her.
She hasn’t been fucked properly before, has she?
Her scent floods my awareness. The sound of her breathing is delicate and raw and rhythmic; it invades my consciousness and makes me want to possess every last fiber of her being.
After three years of existing in a wasteland, this is a torrential downpour.
She writhes and shudders, straining exquisitely against my grip. Her slender wrists are encased in my grip.
Her scent drives me to madness.
Thank the Goddess I drank from her only days ago, because if I hadn’t, I would surely have lost it by now.
I want to bite her as I fuck her.
Don’t you dare.
I release her as the climax spreads through her body, sending gentle shockwaves through her. She tips her head back and howls softly, and it’s the most elegant, arousing thing I’ve ever seen.
The sight of her naked. The faint sheen of sweat on her luminous skin.
Her scent.
I rise up and cup her chin with my thumb and forefinger, holding her there as I kiss her gently on her lips.
My erection is painful. I can’t stand it anymore. With my other hand, I hastily unbuckle my belt and lose the pants.
She closes her eyes and somehow finds my cock with her fingers, curling them around me, teasing my shaft as I wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck.
I inhale her; human-scent and blood-scent. She’s layered and complex and decadent.
How am I going to ever recover from this?
Control yourself.
I can fuck her, but not taste her. Not yet.
It’s very important that I don’t taste her yet. She has to be able to trust me.
She wraps her legs around me and pulls me forward.
Blessed Goddess. What sublime torture is this?
I slip inside her. She’s molten velvet and sweetness. I hold her close and fuck her; gently at first, then harder. She grips me tighter with her powerful legs, and I run my hands up her back; up her neck, threading my fingers through her bound hair.
I loosen her hair, allowing it to cascade around her face, letting its sweet floral fragrance envelope me.
I inhale her essence, putting my lips on her neck, stopping just short of sinking my fangs into her soft, sweet skin.
The thirst hits me like a cannonball, colliding with desire, and even the brutal act of self-restraint stokes my arousal.
I taste her skin—sweet, musky, intoxicating. Her pulse flutters beneath my lips. I’m so excruciatingly close.
I savor her entire being as I go deeper, harder, melting into her. She moves with me, digging her sweet little nails into my back.
That little bit of pain is the thing that tips me over the edge.
I’ve never known this feeling before; where the pleasure is so intense it’s almost excruciating. My senses are filled to the brim. It’s too much.
I gasp as I find release.
“Oh, Finley,” I groan, holding her tightly; savoring every last drop of her being.
She wraps her arms around my neck and moans softly.
I come inside her.
And then, when I’m all but undone, I drown in the devastating temptation of her blood-scent.
I put my lips to her neck, feeling the rapid thud of her vital artery. I bare my fangs just a little, pressing the tips against her skin ever so slightly, but I never draw blood.
“Please, Finley,” I whisper, enjoying the feeling of standing on the precipice between fine control and savage indulgence. “Can I just have a little taste of you?”
I’m still inside her; spent and buried in her warmth. I look down into her depthless eyes.
They narrow ever so slightly. Her lips press together in a taut line. She denies me with a short, sharp shake of her head. “No,” she mouths.
“Why?” My voice comes out strained. Her refusal flutters before me; fragile and ephemeral, like a newly-emerged butterfly with a fleeting lifespan.
She knows I could crush it in an instant.
But I won’t.
“You said you would learn to control it.”
“Are you testing me, Finley?” I kiss her neck tenderly; reverently, smiling as I engrave my kisses into her warm, soft skin.
“Perhaps.”
“Or are you training me?” Feeling indulgent, I tease her a little. One of my hands curves around her pert breast. I gently roll her taut nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She gasps. “I wouldn’t dare presume to… I just want to know if you’re truly a man of your word. If I recall correctly, you said something about learning to control yourself… or else you would keep away.”
“I keep my word when it suits me, but I’m also known to change my mind from time to time. It doesn’t help that you’ve gone and made my task a thousand times harder.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re the one that invited me into your bed, aren’t you?”
“What does that have to do with…”
I kiss the hollow of her neck and gently withdraw. “My sweet Finley, when it comes to you, it’s all linked.”
“What’s linked?”
“Everything. Arousal. Sex. Feeding. Blood. The Universe.” I roll onto my side and put one hand behind my head, feeling both relaxed and thirsty.
For now, it’ll have to do.
She frowns. She’s flushed and radiant with the afterglow of sex. She looks utterly gorgeous. “Maybe I shouldn’t be so strict on you, then.”
“I promised you I would learn self-control, and so I won’t drink from you until I become absolutely desperate.” Last time, I lasted three days. Perhaps this time, I can extend it to four. “And then, if I absolutely have to, I’ll ask nicely, I promise.”
“And you want to take me up into the mountains when you’re like this?” She lets out a tiny puff of exasperation. “Maybe you can try this instead. Take from me, but only a little. Enough to quell your temptation. Nothing more, nothing less. Control yourself.”