Page 140 of The Bonds of Indigo

She fucks me with her mouth just as exquisitely as her cunt did a few days ago, and I’m a madman for more of it. When she lowers her head further and the tip hits the back of her throat, my hand fists in her hair. I’m not holding her down, but Gods, I would if she were ready to take it.

When she finally pulls up for a deep breath, I tighten my grip in her soft white hair.

“Take a deep breath when you go down,” I command while shifting down to look at her briefly. One of her hands is still gripping my cock while the other is steadying herself on my thigh. “You know how to tell me to stop.”

She sucks a deep breath through her nose and pushes her head down, then I hold. I take my foot off the gas because the feeling of her throat closing around me has me actually twitching. The thought of spilling my cum down her throat, making her swallow every godsdamn drop I give her, has me bucking my hips up to give myself that extra inch.

Her nose isn’t brushing against my groin, but I plan to lay her on her back one day and fuck her throat until I’m all the way in just like I did to Lucifer. She will take everything, and the thought has my balls tightening.

“I-Indigo.”

I pull her back immediately as the words slide through the bond. She’s panting, head tilted upward at me as drool and my precum dribble down her chin. That look has me stopping the car, throwing it into park, and smashing my mouth to hers.

I’m not gentle as my hand closes around her throat and I press her back against the bench seat of the truck. She gasps into my mouth, but the surprise doesn’t dull the heat of her kiss. She bites my bottom lip, tugs on it, and wraps her arms around my neck, fingers sliding through my hair like she’s claiming every inch she can reach.

I release her throat and my hands move immediately, urgently, tugging at the waistband of her pants. She lifts her hips so I can pull them down, and as the fabric slides past her thighs, her feet come up, hitting the ceiling of the truck in the cramped space.

I’d strategically grabbed her underwear, and as I fold her legs forward, I stare right at her glistening pussy. “Look how soaked my girl is from sucking my cock.”

A strained noise comes from her throat. The moment I’m leaning forward, she begins to wiggle.

“Wait, wait…” I slide my hand between her knees and open her legs just enough that I can glare at her through them for stopping me from drowning in her. Her eyes widen as though she’s now nervous. “I should clean⁠—”

“Shut up.”

I don’t give her the ability to stop me or finish that stupid-ass statement before I’ve got my tongue crossing her pussy lips, pushing between them just as I get to her clit. I’m not here to make her wet, she’s perfectly soaked for me to slide right in, but I’m a man completely infatuated with how she tastes. From her blood to her drool, to her cum—any chance I get I’m going to feast on her.

Her moan is loud and it reverberates around the small space of the truck. As I flick my tongue between her slit, I remove her pants the rest of the way, appreciating her insistency on not wearing shoes.

One of her legs drapes over my shoulder while the other falls off the seat to the floorboard. I wrap my lips around her clit as I spread her open for me, and suck the taste of her into my mouth. She’s natural, without the taste of processed soaps or chemicals. A taste of fresh water and nature that comes I swear from her blood, and a touch of salt. Everything about how it explodes on my palate has me a man desperate for more.

“Kayn! Oh my Gods, please, please!” Her voice is strained from the curve of her position, but at any octave, hearing her scream my name makes me heady.

My name has never sounded so good coming from someone so damn vital to me.

Releasing her, I shift to her thigh and place a kiss right over a scar. It’s one of dozens, and every time I see even one of them, I want to hurt this world for not saving someone who deserved it. Opening my mouth, I wrap my lips over it and sink my fangs in.

When she screams, I know it’s from the pain, but I don’t allow the toxin we Vampires secrete to flow into her this time. I suck immediately, which turns that ache into one of pleasure, judging by the moans and whimpers she starts to make. This is the sweetest place for me, and if it wouldn’t kill her, Gods, I’d sit here for hours. Swapping between eating her out and feasting on her blood.

She flows through my body and I feel fucking cleansed, like I’ve been given a shot of something forbidden.

Her moans, fuck, they just do something to me. They have my insides warming and all the muscles in my abs tightening. “Kayn.” That dreamy voice of hers has me groaning against her thigh. “Please fuck me, I…” She pants, sucking in an unstable breath. “I need you inside me while you feed on me. Please…”

Slowly I retract my fangs from her thigh, as I don’t want to cause an actual wound that would have her bleeding out. Her red liquid slowly trickles down her inner thigh, and as it was on the leg I’ve got up, it travels straight to her pussy.

“I’m an obsessed man, Amarah.” My fingers trace the line of blood to her slit, where I rub in a circle with it around her clit. “I just know I’ll never get enough.” I dip my fingers into her pussy that clenches around me. “You aren’t allowed to leave me, and as you can see, I’m willing to go anywhere for what’s mine.”

I shift my gaze from between her legs to her eyes, seeing that they’re glossed over.

“Y-You can’t say that while fingering me, Kayn.”

“I’ll tell you when I’m fucking you, eating you out, having dinner with you, carrying you, or shaving your legs. I’ll say it whenever the fuck I want, little slayer.”

Taking my fingers from inside of her, I suck them between my lips. After I’ve got her cum and blood cleaned off, I grab my dick and angle it right to her entrance.

“Tell me you understand that.”

“I-I… understand.”