Wicked Soul (Ancient Blood #1)(80)

He meant the time I’d been on my period.

I’d thought he wanted to eat me.

Not… well, eat me.

“I’m not… um, on,” I said, not entirely sure if I was feeling awkward about any potential disappointment he was about to experience, or the fact that I’d entirely misunderstood his reaction back then.

Warin didn’t respond—he leaned in to give my stomach a nip—and then lifted my left leg over his shoulder and stroked his thumbs up my slit, parting me.

I whimpered and clutched frantically at the wall when he buried his mouth against my already soaking pussy, groaning as his tongue brushed up along the center once before his cool lips closed tightly around my clit.

He wasn't gentle, and he didn't ease into it. My hips bucked fervently for his lashing tongue, and I groaned when he slipped two fingers into me with ease without ever letting up. When he curled them after that spot, pressing roughly, I flew over the edge with a wail, fingers grasping desperately at his hair.

“Oh, my goddess. Wow, Warin, that…Oh! Holy—!” My broken cry died on a long moan when he delved right back, giving my swollen clit no respite.

He licked, sucked, and finger-fucked me through three orgasms, until there was no shred of doubt left in my mind that he was definitely not disappointed. He wasn’t as loud about his pleasure as I was, but the sexy noises he groaned against my pussy were unmistakable.

Finally, when my clit couldn’t take anymore and I feebly pushed at his head to give my screaming nerves a break, he relented and eased off.

But before I could slump back against the wall and try to collect myself again, a sharp sting in my inner thigh paired with sudden and rough pressure against my G-spot sent me over again so hard I saw stars.

Through a haze of spent pleasure I looked down at Warin still kneeling between my legs. His mouth was against my inner thigh, sucking a few more times before his tongue darted out, licking the skin and sending delicious shivers up my body.

"Hungry?" I teased.

Warin looked up from his crouched position with a dark smirk. "Oh, Liv, you have no idea."

Pleasant tingles spread through my body at his dark voice and equally dark eyes, centering between my thighs. I tugged at his hair, willing him to get up so we could continue.

In a blur of speed he was on his feet, picking me up and—apparently—getting out of his pants. His naked flesh chilled my thighs while he rested me against his own.

"There is no going back now, my love,” he whispered, staring into my eyes with fire in his gaze.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning my forehead against his. "I wouldn't dream of it." My voice was hoarse. Needy.

He lifted me up higher and pressed me hard against the wall again, and then, with no further warning, he entered me. Fully

“Fuck!” I stiffened and grasped onto his shoulders as my body struggled to adapt to the sudden intrusion. I was plenty wet enough to take him, but he was thick, and the difference between our body temperatures made my pussy clamp tight around his hard flesh.

Warin hissed his pleasure out as he held me to his body, his muscles shaking with the iron control he was exercising in order to give me enough time to accept his presence within me.

We both felt the moment I was ready.

I threw my head against the wall as he pulled back, only to slam right back, filling me completely.

I had honestly imagined sex with Warin many, many times, courtesy of the blood exchanges, but even in the most desperate times, I had never imagined this.

His need was as intense as my own, and he drove into me mercilessly, my paintings plummeting from the wall we were fucking against. My back slammed against the surface, but he bracketed the impact with his arms as he kept fucking me harder and faster than any human could ever replicate.

I don’t know how long he took me up against the wall—I was too lost on hazy pleasure of the delicious friction against every sensitive spot inside my clenching sex—but some time later, he decided it was time to change position.

He swung me around so swiftly my vision blurred, tossing me on the couch. I bounced once, and then he was between my legs again, anchoring me with the weight of his pelvis as he penetrated me all the way to the hilt once more. As if being parted from me was physically painful.

My only focus, the only thing I could even register, was the delicious, unrelenting, too-fast friction that was pushing me closer and closer to the brink of insanity for every smack of his hips against mine. When he reached in between us, rubbing my still-aching clit just so without ever stopping the brutal pace, I came again. And again. Bright lights burst behind my eyelids and I convulsed underneath him, keening my pleasure out as he took full control of my body.

At some point, the couch gave up underneath us. Warin braced me from the impact with his arms, easily rolling us off the ruined piece of furniture and tipping over the coffee table in the process.

We landed on the floor, still with me beneath him. I clung to him, desperately clawing at his skin, my hips slamming into the floor with enough strength for bursts of pain to seep through my lust-induced haze.

"Bed!" I managed to gasp.

He grunted and lifted me up, my legs still around his hips, only to slam me into the wall in the hallway, his arms taking the brunt of the impact.

I came again before we made it to the bedroom, just as Warin buried his fangs in my neck.