Page 142 of Veil of Blood and Bone

There's no better way to come to.

“Yes. Oh, god. Yes.”

Her pulse flutters through her muscles and into me. Desperation hardens my dick further. I pull my hand from her thigh to grip myself, spreading precum along the hard shaft and stroking my tongue through her lips.

With a deep breath I slide it inside of her, ignoring the harsh and oppressive urge to blow already. Fuck, she’s delectable. Lucious.

She’s everything.

Adrenaline spikes. A bead of sweat drips along my temple and the orgasm coils at the base of my cock.

“Nicholas!” Another keening wail. “Please.”

I grip myself, striving for enough friction to stay sane. Especially when she wraps her legs around my head and pulls me closer to her, the constraint threatening to suffocate.

Lust crashes through me.

She’s delicious, and I’m so fucking hard it hurts. My breath sweeps across her cunt and on a rough groan I keep eating, rocking my hips forward.

I already know what it’s like to fuck her, to slide into her, but not in this life.

Tension builds with every stroke of my tongue against her burning hot core. Her spine flexes as she pushes into me.

More.

Wren’s shadows move where my hand had been, pushing her stomach, holding her in place.

Then I press my mouth to her clit, her pulse surging. My breath catches, and I latch my teeth around the swollen nub, clamping down slightly until she loses control.

I draw in another deep inhale of her scent.

She’s ravenous and wild, tasting like the Nordic sea and wind coming from the fjords.

My own moan crashes into me, and I lose myself to the desire. To her taste and the sensation of her on my tongue, the threads of the universe and fate unraveling around us and solidifying into something new.

Her core pulses.

Helene reaches for me and draws her nails over my shoulders, digging grooves into my skin until I growl.

“Naughty girl.”

I break only long enough to speak before driving deeper into her pussy. Her taste sparks a reaction inside of me, sending another wave of longing down to my cock.

Don’t lose it now.

Through the pain and the friction, the torment of this moment, I forget who we are or why we’re here. I forget we’re not alone.

My strokes are furious.

Her pussy isn’t enough. I lash my tongue through her slit and nibble her folds, lashing at her clit until she forgets how to be human.

Or until I remember.

Darkness surges under the surface, the intoxication of her blood.

I pull on my cock and grip the tip, squeezing. The bloodlust is strong but I’m stronger.

“We know what you like.” I blow warm air across her.