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“Heavenly,” is all I say, and Neo catches the trimming of my word with his mouth.
“Good…because it’s your turn.”
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Beamingdown at Neo with dozens of my butterflies poised on the edges of my skin, I lower myself so I may nip at his jawline and sweetly add, “Tit for tat, Neo?” And then, I snap my chin in gesture and truss him up with my Halo-whips just like I did in the past. I tone down the holy fire, reducing them to mere gold embers—enough to keep his arms above his head to grant me full access, enough to grant him aslowsmolder but not enough to harm him.
“Aren’t you fifty shades of Elysia?” coos Neo, flexing his muscles and almost causing me to weep from the recollection of that singular night. His hardness prods my sex, wetting its tip with my gold. Oh, I’m going to get him back for that.
“Pretentious bastard,” I scold him and snarl at his ear, nipping the lower lobe, feeling his member respond, feeling it twitch. “We’ll have none of that!”
Before he can protest, I silence him with a Halo-gag, punishing him by pushing it deep into his mouth before I form a similar one for his vamp-manhood, gagging his considerable length with my Halo strips just as I’ve done his beautiful, full mouth. He struggles, he thrashes, but my makeshift chastity belt holds.
I roll my hips, nudging my sex upon him, grinding to weep my gold along his pelvis and downward to slip past the chastity belt linings. He snarls through gritted teeth, and I giggle.
“If you’re good, Neo, I will remove the gag,” I promise.
I suck on his lower lip before rising so he may view my grandeur. So he may bask in the sight of me touching myself even as I imagine his hands in place, curling low into my sunrise reservoirs.
His neck muscles thicken, his veins spark to silver life, his jaw rigid. Suffering with desire, his member is ready to burst right through my chastity belt, so I strengthen it because I am not finished with him yet.
I lean in from where I’ve straddled him and command him, remembering our bargain, “Bind my hands around my back,husband.”
“It would be my pure delight,wife,” echoes Neo before clamping his shades around me in not just soothing ribbons but handcuffs that nearly bite. I breathe through the pain.
“You want me in your bed, do you, Neo?” I purr close to his ear, loving my newfound power, feeling a rising pleasure from it all as I tease him. “You imagine yourself entrenched inside me. You imagine the taste of my pure blood, the purest of tastes, the very juice of the angels. You imagine me clenched around your vamp-member. Can you imaginebitingme and sinking your fangs into that heavenly liquor?” I rub my nose along the side of his neck, to that pumping of his silver, elite jugular, those pearly veins stimulated by my Everblood siren call. “I’ll bite you tonight, my groom. You think those harem girls can compete with arealangel, however fallen and vengeful she may be?”
Time to create something new with my Halo. No human could ever hope to penetrate vampire flesh with her mortal teeth, but my heart hammers against my rib cage, exhilarated as I create angel teeth. As if every edge of my tooth is a gold Halo-hewn fang.
Before I lose my drive, this newfound power, I plunge inside Neo’s skin with a light love bite. Enough to draw blood, enough to garner a moaning growl from his throat, stifled by the gold gag. I lap at the silver blood trickle and suddenly snap my upper half back. It’s not as potent as venom, nowhere near as potent, but there is still a quintessence about the taste…like fire and ice.
I strain at the bindings on my back, but Neo’s power holds them firm. Judging by the way his hips thrust, the way he anchors his head back against the coverlet, I know he loves the bite.
So, I bite again! Harder this time—enough that it will leave a mark to show up tomorrow. I drink more of his silver blood as if it’s some tonic of the gods. I taste him, his destructive essence, that black hole energy as if sampling some dragon’s brew. I taste spice inside him. A flaming aroma.
My curls frolic all around his chest, breasts rubbing his flesh as I bite and bite and taste and taste, leaving my love marks all over his body. As soon as I finish, my butterflies kiss the marks, soothing them with their antennae like the tickling of feathers to rival his.
When I finally reach his pelvis, when I finally nudge my nose against my makeshift chastity belt, I consider how he did not dive, he did not bow to lick me tonight.
Peering up, I find Neo studying me—expression ironclad, offering me nothing, whether a plea or a denial to take him into my mouth. This is my choice.
I consider our first time,myfirst time. How I shared my trauma with him that night. How he made a solemn blood oath to understand my trauma. And he did. So, I release the gag from his mouth first before I loose him from the belt.
“When Thanatos died, what did you feel, Neo?” I charge him, poised still at that Halo-belt, tiptoeing my fingers along the dusted gold edges, not quite touching him.
He grinds his head back against the coverlet, and I love to hear him beg, “Elysia…”
“What. Did. You. Feel?” I rub my mouth lower, loving how he twitches.
He roars, “Guilt and loss!” Neo whips his head lower, panting out smoke, actual smoke from his nostrils. “I lost a part of me that day. It’s why my heart froze. I loved my brother. I hated my brother. I love you more. I love Nita most! Damn it to hell, is that enough for you, my love?” In agony, he writhes as I bite him again and stare up at the myriad of rivulets of silver trickling like my own personal map of rivers.
As soon as I free him from the chastity belt, his aching member unleashes. One little nip at its base. One single sweep of my tongue along that length. And one pocket of Halo gold to massage him is all it takes for the Prince of Destruction to discharge, shedding his vampire seed.
He thunders a vampire brawl, every last muscle in his body enlarging. Oh, how I imagine the fullness of that length sinking inside me. His destructive force ruptures through his skin: an explosion of shades and dragon flames, shackled within his blood to lure his scales to the surface. How he thrashes within the blood moonbeams.
For the first time, panic pulses through me. How much greater will his desire be by the time the blood moon is full? My Halo pocket captures his seed, transferring it to the damp stain of gold off to our right where I came prior, as if a precursor, a foreshadowing to what might be between us someday.
Once he comes down, Neo commands me up, then jerks his head in a fury snarl of dragon breath, “Get them off me, Elysia.”
