“That was…magnificent.” She couldn’t believe she’d even gotten the words out of her mouth.
He removed his fingers then rose up to fold away his kilt and battle sandals. “I loved feeling all that happen to you, the way your body moved as I sucked your breast.” She nodded and when she realized he’d lost his clothes, she sat up on the edge of the bed and placed her hands on his thick, heavy pecs. She started to play with him then had a new idea: again, turnabout’s fair play.
She met his gaze and saw the soft smile on his lips. “What do you want from me, Vela? Tell me. I’ll do anything you want.”
“I want you on your back. You game, warrior?” He seemed to lose focus for a moment then took her hand and drew her to her feet. “Let’s get rid of the comforter first.” She watched him fold the comforter back in thirds then flip it off the end of the bed.
But as he turned and looked at her, he stopped all movement, a beautiful Greek statue in the moonlight.
His gaze drifted slowly down her body then back up. She had intended to order him onto the bed, but the look on his face, of utter reverence, stopped her, at least for the moment. He drew her into his arms. Feeling the length of his body pressed against hers as he kissed her deeply, as he held her in a tight embrace, warmed something deep in her heart, something that had been cold and vacant for a long time.
This was love, being held and savored, cherished.
Her heart expanded, all that warmth flooding her, filling her, easing her.
His hands stroked her wing-locks and she returned the favor. Her fingers grew wet as she went from one to the other, teasing and rubbing until he was firm against her body. She parted her legs so he could slide all that wonderful girth between her thighs.
“So, what did you have in mind?” he asked.
Vela tried to remember, but now he had both hands on her ass and was pushing harder between her legs, arching his hips.
She drifted her hands over his shoulder and down his pecs, then her earlier idea came back to her. “Wait,” she said. “I remember now.” She stepped away from him, took his hand and led him back to the bed. “In the center, on your back, please.” He crawled and flopped, grabbing her arm and tugging in such a way that she fell on his chest.
She came up laughing.
If the specter of the breh-hedden rose in her head to worry her, she repressed the thought. Right now, she had only one job, to enjoy her man.
She slid off of him and positioned herself on her knees beside him. “You have the most beautiful body,” she said, letting her hands express all that she felt.
She fondled the hard muscles of his biceps, up to stroke his shoulders, then down to his pecs. She leaned over and swirled her tongue over his nipple, flicking fast. Without giving him warning, she released her fangs, struck, and at the same time, released the potion. His body jerked but she held him down.
He grunted. “Oh, shit, that feels good.” She sucked him, just as he had sucked her. Using her other hand, she explored his abs, playing with his body, teasing his navel and slowly going south.
But she didn’t have to go far until the crown of his c**k was in her hand, his sturdy thickness causing her to throb deep between her legs.
She shifted jobs and swung her body in the direction of his groin, sucked the head of his c**k several times then switched back to his nipple.
His legs moved restlessly. She held his c**k at the base and worked him just a little, teasing him, as she continued to suck his nipple. Every once in a while, she dipped her hand just a little lower and rolled his balls with her fingers.
He breathed hard and his head rolled on the sheet back and forth.
“Oh, God, the fire is moving down my chest.” She could easily take him the distance, just like this, finishing him off with her mouth or even riding him.
But as she debated which to do, Samuel changed things up. He rose suddenly, which popped her mouth off his nipple. He slid his arm around her waist, turning her at the same time to flip her on her back so that he had her beneath him.
“I need your blood.” His eyes glinted in the moonlight. “I need it now.” She gave a cry, because she knew what this would mean, the pleasure that his fangs would give her again. There was nothing like donating blood. Or taking it.
Without preamble, she spread her legs and he entered her, gliding easily into her wetness. She took him in, surrounding his back with her arms and wrapping her legs around his thighs. Best sensation in the world.
He groaned heavily as she leaned up to sweep her hair away from her neck. He dipped down and licked her vein until it rose, which didn’t take long.
Vela. That’s all he sent, then his fangs struck.
She shouted into the room. The pleasure was so intense, like a wave of touching all down her chest that kept flowing and repeating as he removed his fangs then sucked down her blood.
Her body clenched hard.
Vela, I’m so close. The fire of your potion is almost to my cock, and I want this to be it. Can you be ready?
Yes. Give me your wrist. Completing t h e breh-hedden required a mutual exchange of blood, full on intercourse, then deep-mind engagement and she was so ready. All her nerves had eased up; Samuel had taken care of that.
He held his wrist over her mouth.
She licked and felt the veins rise. She struck quickly then formed a seal over the wound and began to drag his Samuel- flavored blood into her mouth.
All the sensations combined to send her into an altered state: the feel of his c**k plunging steadily into her, his mouth sucking at her neck, drinking her blood, his powerful body moving over hers as she drank his blood down her throat.
Pleasure poured through her brain like a drug. She might have been moaning; she couldn’t tell.
Your blood has hit my stomach. Oh, God, Vela, the power that’s flowing. My grayle wants out and I’m going to take us into the air.
She felt the levitation of both their joined bodies, surprised that the bed wasn’t a necessary counter-friction as he continued to drive into her.
Power.
Samuel’s Grayle power, as his body shed all that smoky mist, swirling around her, thickening his bitter chocolate scent.
She felt drunk on so many sensations.
I’m going to enter your mind now, he sent.
Do it.
He pushed and her shields fell, or maybe they were already lying flat, just waiting for him to come to her.
Samuel had never been here before, suspended in the air, thrusting into a woman, sucking down her blood and with a potion in his groin readying him to fire off like a rocket. His grayle power had come online, giving force to his muscles as he pumped into Vela. He felt one with her and for the first time was truly at ease with his power.