“I—” he swallows hard. “I can’t do it without marking you.”
Kaison clenches his jaw, attempting to hold onto his composure.
“Hey,” I yank his hair a little to get his attention. He blinks and refocuses. “You already have.”
With a surge of dominance, I flip us over, straddling Kai's hips as I take control. His fingers dig possessively into the flesh of my waist as I rise up and then sink down onto his thick length. A filthy moan rips out of me—I can't help it. Being so full of him this way hits different.
I ride him hard, chasing that high I'm desperately craving. Kai stares up at me with hungry, glazed eyes. Then he surges, crushing our bodies together as he piston-fucks up into me. My head drops back on a garbled cry, his hand fisting in my hair to hold me in place.
I tense, readying for that familiar pain as his fangs pierce my flesh. But it never comes. Instead, the glide of his teeth into my throat is the most incredible fullness—like his mouth was crafted to fit the sensitive curves there. It's as if his bite was designed specifically for me, his fangs settling into the sleek divots of my flesh with bone-deep precision. It's so perfect, so right, like the final piece slotting into place after being empty for far too long. With his cock buried to the hilt and his fangs in my neck, I've never felt more deliciously complete.
Then Kai sucks, and every nerve ending in my body ignites with ecstasy.
My stomach tightens and I almost come right then.
“Oh fuck,” I pant, my walls fluttering around him. “Oh fuck, it feels so good.”
Like he can read my need to be even more full somehow, Kai shoves three fingers into my mouth, stretching my lips but not far enough to gag. I swirl my tongue around the digits shamelessly, savoring the taste of him mixed with the tang of my own desire.
He doesn't let up, driving up into me with relentless thrusts that leave me breathless and scrambled. I'm overwhelmed in the best way, stuffed full of Kai on every level—his cock demolishing me from the inside, his fangs embedded in my throat, his fingers dominating my mouth. Yet I still crave more of him.
Power unfurls within me, a searing wave of heat that blossoms from my core and spreads outward in scorching trails along my veins. It's as if molten gold has replaced my blood, pulsing in time with my thundering heartbeat.
The fire spreads upwards in searing trails until it spills over into Kai's mouth with every pull of his lips against my neck.
He moans around the wound, the vibrations resonating through me as he clutches me closer like I'm made of precious fucking stardust. When he finally wrenches away, he's trembling hard, staring at me with a mix of awe and primal hunger.
“Cinder,” he rasps, voice tight with an emotion that borders on reverence. “Oh fae lords. . . you taste like. . . like the fucking sun.”
He latches onto my throat again and the heat entwines us, surrounds us in glowing heat. Every nerve is alight in a storm of blistering ecstasy. We’re fucking and ascending and boiling and nothing can be this good.
I didn’t think we could get any closer than fucking but Kai is in my blood, in my heart, in my soul, and I want him there forever.
An ancient power roars through my veins, that eldritch force that's been shackled until this moment of complete surrender to Kai. The realization is staggering—for too long, I was the victim, the prisoner, the gutted little human. But not anymore. With this vampire between my legs, owning every cell of me. . . I become Death, the motherfucking ruler of a crimson empire that burns hotter than a thousand suns.
The orgasm detonates—a scorching supernova that rips me apart atom by atom with blinding intensity. I throw my head back on a scream so guttural, so earth-shattering that I feel it reverberate in my fucking fillings. My body suspends as waves of rapture crash relentlessly through me.
Kai isn't far behind, my volcanic walls milking that icy release straight from his balls. He lets out a sound so visceral that it shudders straight into the base of my spine. The clash of those frigid jets colliding with the magma in my veins only amplifies the high, dragging out each shattering pulse of ecstasy until I'm sobbing through it.
I've no concept of how long we remain locked in that elevated state, our energies crashing together in a continuous cosmic tempest. Time is meaningless when we're bound in this single, transcendent moment of fucking rapture.
I’m not sure how long it goes on before I find myself wrapped in Kai’s arms, his tongue sweetly lapping at the shallow punctures in my throat. “My dark goddess. . . fuck, so sweet. . . spice and sunlight. . .”
“Probably because of all the pumpkin spice,” I say, still feeling lightheaded.
“Then we better keep you flush in the stuff,” he says seriously.
Chapter 46
The Damsel’s Great Escape
CINDER
We lay there for a long time before the pillow talk comes. I never thought I was a cuddler or one for pillow talk, but with Kaison it’s different. With him, everything is different. Better.
“I thought it was rogue vampires.” He brushes my hair back from my face, before slowly skimming his fingers down my neck, gently caressing the bite marks he left. Shivers of delight run up my spine. “I thought you were attacked, maybe even left for dead when you left Midnight the first time.”
I shake my head. “There were no rogue vampires. There were. . . dissidents.”
