“Good gloaming.” His voice was sleep roughened.
I stretched against him, both our bodies naked. We’d gotten back to the palace a scant hour before dawn, after he’d carried me on his back as he swam to shore. Then, I could have taken Alphonse, but I didn’t protest when he tucked me against his chest as he rode his mare back with both of us, Alphonse tied along. Our sandy, wet clothing was quickly discarded, and I’d fallen asleep curled against the slight warmth of his body.
“Good gloaming,” I murmured, twisting to face him. A slight smile played along his lips, like he was pleased just to share this mundane moment with me.
He pushed onto one elbow. “You ready to drink?”
I flushed, yesterday’s events replaying in my mind. The way I’d gorged myself on him. “I think I got enough yesterday.”
“You should drink anyway.”
“Why’s that?” I truly didn’t feel thirsty. I drank dutifully every day, but my tolerance had built over the past few days. Twice in a day was exorbitant.
In a split second, he surged up, all sleep pretenses gone as he pinned my hands up. His grip wasn’t tight, not threatening, but caging.
His voice was a languid purr as he replied, “Because it makes my cock hard and your pussy wet, and I want to feel you grind against me without listening to the voice in your head telling you not to.”
I blinked. The heat in his words went straight to my core. I’d thought I was sated last night, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever have my fill of him.
“I’m pretty sure you’re already hard.” I meant for it to sound teasing, to put us on equal footing. Instead it came out a bit strained, because from this position I could feel him aligned with my entrance, and the grinding against him was a very near thing.
“If you bite me, I promise I’ll get even harder for you. You’ll like it,” he said, the picture of reason.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that last night was a onetime exception. But this was the last day of the festival, and our deal still held. I could blame that.
Or I could blame the fact he was a sickeningly attractive male, and having all his attention on me made my toes curl. With the way his hair fell forward, mussed from sleep, his brow arched in invitation? Entrapment, plain and simple.
No tribunal in any kingdom would convict me.
I was still pinned, so I lifted my head. Raphael tilted his head in invitation and groaned as I sank my teeth in. His cock pulsedagainst me, true to his word. At this angle, his blood splattered on me, but I didn’t care, intending to savor his taste.
But this was a reversal. Instinctively, I pulled my hands, wanting to tug him against me, but there was no breaking Raphael’s grip.
He tsked at me. “This time, you’re staying put. I’m not going anywhere.”
He shifted, holding me with one hand as his other hand dipped lower, fingering my entrance. This time, my body easily accepted his finger.
I whimpered against his neck.
It was too good. As if my body had learned the pathway to release with Raphael last night and was sprinting toward the edge again.
He curled his finger, slipping another inside. If I’d still been mortal, I’d have been too sore, too tender from last night. Instead, I was desperate for release. I drank deeply. Like he’d foretold, I ground against him, bucking my hips as he continued to work his fingers in me, hitting just the right spots.
This time when I came, it was sharp and fast. I groaned against him, then released his neck and sank back into the pillows. Raphael’s pupils were blown wide, lust painted over every feature.
He hadn’t been sated, however. “It seems I’m a bit of a selfish lover,” I admitted.
“You?” He bent to my chest, licking the drops of blood there. I arched in his grip. With my hands still pinned, I felt so much more exposed, vulnerable. “Oh, I think you’re rather generous.”
“Generous?” The word came out in a thin, reedy groan.
He lowered to his forearms, still caging me, but now his body was pressed on top of me. Warm. Secure. Like a very heavy, very aroused blanket.
“With your fangs. With your moans. With the way your body responds to mine, so pretty, so ready, so hungry for more.”
This time, when I arched against him, I was pressing right against his cock, and made no move to get away.
“Still. I’d like to learn. I… I don’t have experience.”
