Blood drips onto my bottom lip, and a frenzy erupts inside of me.
I bite harder, and Delaney goes crazy on my lap. Grinding her hot pussy down hard on my cock.
Her blood floods my mouth; it is like nothing I have ever tasted before. Heat trails through my body as I feed.
Pulling back, I look at her, taking in her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her eyes closed, lips parted as she whimpers my name.
“You are fucking mine, Delaney.” My declaration makes her snap her gaze to me.
Licking my lips, I make a show of how much I enjoyed her blood on me. Her eyes widen, then lower to a seductive look as she moves closer, bringing her mouth closer to mine.
Shocking the fucking hair off my balls, my girl licks my lips, tasting her blood on me.
An explosion of desire and ecstasy goes off inside of my head.
“Fuck,” I growl. “I need to see you come.”
Not waiting for her to say anything; like this is too fucking fast, or we need to talk, I slip my hand between us, my fingers finding her throbbing little clit, and I stroke it.
Her hips buck, her eyes widening as she cries out my name.
“Thorin,” she mewls. “Yes. More.”
Moving lower, I slip two fingers into her hot cunt. Juices coat my digits, as she rides them. Bucking and rocking. My name is a plea on her lips.
Pumping in and out of her pussy, I bite her nipple again. Blood pools at the skin then slowly drips down, marking her delicious skin.
Lapping at the crimson liquid, my cock pulses between us.
“Grip my cock, baby. Make me come with you.”
Her gaze meets mine, dark and greedy. Licking her lips, her hands move to do as I told her, gripping my thick shaft, and dragging a deep growl from me.
Her hands feel beyond good on me, something that I will never get tired of.
“Good girl. Make me come, Delaney.”
We stare at each other while getting each other off.
Blood still drips down her body from her nipple, but I want—no, need more of her. Without breaking the connection, I reach for my new dagger that a fellow Kings’ brother made for me, the one that was designed with my girl in mind.
“You trust me?” My voice is firm as I thrust my fingers in deeper, making her gasp.
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl.” She eyes the dagger but does not run. “I want to make you bleed, baby. Do you know anything about blood play?” She nods.
Her answer makes me curious, but that is for another time.
Keeping my eyes on the tip of the blade, I drag it across her collarbone, and her breath hitches. My fingers still inside her.
“You tell me when to stop.”
Another nod, so I press harder. She gasps as I break through the top layer of skin. Blood seeps out, bubbling at the surface before traveling down her silken, pale skin, the crimson calling to me.
“Fuck, look at you, bleeding so good for me, baby.”
“More. Thorin. I need to come.” I love the sound of my name on her lips when she is panting, begging for me to make her come.
