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“The idea of you drinking from me is different.”
“Yes. Yes it is. And I promise you I would never dishonor such a gift by feeling aversion or fear.”
She placed a kiss on his throat, soft at first. He ran his hand up her back, over her hair, and eased her face nearer to him. She opened her mouth on him and gave his vein a gentle suck. She heard him gasp.
She could feel his pulse beating on her tongue. What would it feel like to actually…sink her teeth into him? What would he taste like? Would it come naturally to her, or would she need to learn how? Her face warmed with awkwardness, even as the staccato of his heartbeat in her mouth seemed to echo through her every vein, until her own heart beat with excitement.
She gave him a nip with her front teeth. He started in her arms. Easing his collar open, she trailed little bites of her incisors down his throat. She let one hand drift down the front of his robes to cup his arousal. He was already hard.
Cassia backed him against the ancient yew’s trunk. “Didn’t you ever think about it? All those long walks of ours in the woods at Solorum. Surely it occurred to you to seize an opportunity against a tree.”
He licked his lips, watching her fingers work on the fasteners of his robe. “One tree in particular. An aspen. I put a fist in it instead.”
A delighted laugh escaped her. “I shall never forget that tree. I’m so glad it wasn’t just me.”
“Cassia, my sweet, I do hate to say this, but—”
Her kisses and nips under his collarbone silenced him momentarily.
“—if I lift your skirts here and now, your legs are going to getverycold.”
“Who said anything about undressing me? Let’s see how impervious Hesperines are to the cold.”
“Cassia, I…”
He trailed off as she opened her mouth on his chest. She gave him a long, slow kiss over his heart. Then she dared bite him harder than before. His skin and muscles shivered against her mouth.
“I would not have deprived you…” She bit him again. “…if I had realized how much pleasure this gives you.”
“It is…life altering.”
She grazed his nipple with her teeth, and he let out a short groan. No longer would she deny him this. She nipped and sucked each of his nipples in turn. When he was panting, she unfastened his robe further, treating him to the gentle pressure of her teeth as she went, all the way down his chest. He was speechless as she knelt before him in the snow.
“Mm. Entirely unaffected by the cold, I see.” She took his rhabdos in her hands.
He shuddered. “Your hands are all the warmth I need.”
She slid one hand along the underside of his shaft, all the way to the base. “My education in Hesperine words has only just begun. Teach me the words for these next.”
His laugh turned into a groan. “Moskos.”
She pronounced it back to him, teasing, and cupped his moskos in her hand. They tightened at her touch, tucking closer against him. She looked up to see his fangs emerge further.
She held his arousal in her hands, fondling and stroking. She slid her fingers over his velvet-smooth skin, feeling the hardness beneath. This was what she did to him. This was how he craved her touch—and her blood.
Just below his navel, she nibbled his skin. Down the trail of hair there, she pleasured him with her teeth. At last she put her mouth around his rhabdos slowly. She started with just the tip of his head, teasing with her tongue. She saw his hands fumble for purchase on the tree and his knuckles whiten.
She took her time, giving every inch of him the attention he deserved, licking and mouthing, sucking in long, leisurely, firm strokes. With her fingers, she traced every contour of his moskos, then covered him in the warmth of her hands.
She watched his expression above her transform from flushed enthrallment as he shuddered into her touch, to a grimace of pleasure as he began to thrust inside her mouth. He bared his fangs. She could feel his pulse quickening against her tongue. She could see, feel, taste his bloodlust.
It felt so good to have her mouth full of him. He was so hard and hot, waxed full. She slid him deep, as far as she could hold him, urging him with her hands upon his moskos. She met his gaze, inviting him with hers.
A ripple ran through his pale, bare torso, and a cry wrung out of him. He plunged into her mouth, but she was ready for him, and pulled back to give him room. She held him in her hands and mouth, feeling how his body worked as he pulsed and spilled into her kiss. Warm cream filled her mouth, and she swallowed hard, savoring the taste of him.
His rhabdos softened in her mouth, but above her, his eyes blazed. She pulled back, licking the last of his seed from her mouth, and saw him lick his lips as well.
He pulled her to her feet and spun them around so fast the world twirled. Just as she had imagined so many times, just as she had wanted, he pressed her against the tree and sank his fangs into her throat.
