Thrall of the Vampire King (Blood Fire Saga Book 4) by Bella Klaus (namjoon book recommendations txt) 📗

my core twitched with the need to be filled. He lapped up the moisture that had slid down my inner thighs until he’d licked me clean.

“So mine.” His fangs pierced my femoral artery.

Chapter Four

My eyes snapped open as the bite of his fangs set every nerve ending on fire, and a silent scream tore from my throat. I stared up into the canopy of the four-poster bed, quaking as though shocked by electricity.

Valentine’s fangs remained in my flesh, and he slipped his fingers through my folds and into my core, stretching me open. I sank further into the mattress, with my legs clamped around his head. My muscles quivered around the stiff digits, and as he delved deeper into me, my attention drifted from the sting of his bite.

Panting breaths rasped against my throat, drying all the membranes of my mouth. After doing everything I could to make him drink the contents of those blood packs, I couldn’t believe he would still be this ravenous.

“Stop this,” I rasped. “You’ll kill me.”

Valentine made an annoyed huff, as though I was in the wrong for spoiling his meal. His index and middle fingers eased into me at a painstakingly slow pace, twisting, scissoring, stretching until he’d fully encased himself to the knuckle. Each careful movement sent jolts of pleasure up my core, feeding a hungry furnace I hadn’t noticed until now.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I shuddered against the rush of sensation. Somewhere through the boom of my frenzied pulse and the molten ecstasy building deep within my belly, the horror of my situation settled atop my heart like a boulder.

Valentine had not only bitten me but was feeding on my blood. After I’d asked him not to bite. After knowing that there was enough blood in that damned refrigerator to satisfy his thirst, he’d decided to take mine. I clenched my teeth. What did I expect from a preternatural under the control of Kresnik?

He hummed and gulped and slurped mouthfuls of my blood, while I lay on that mattress, trying to swim through a torrent of pleasure.

A little voice in the back of my head reminded me that I’d only specified not to bite my nipples. Another voice, which I think belonged to Coral, griped that Valentine would have bitten me anyway. My pulse pounded between my ears. None of this mattered because he was draining my blood and showing no signs of slowing.

I had to make him stop.

“Valentine.” I twisted my fingers in his silken hair and shoved my magic into their tips. When nothing happened, I pulled with every ounce of my strength.

His fingers rubbed a sensitive spot, and all the pleasure in my core concentrated into a ball of pressure so tight that it bordered on pain. Sweat broke out across my skin. The last time he’d bitten me, I had climaxed immediately. Was he slowing things on purpose, or had terror taken its hold?

Valentine continued worrying at that spot with the pads of his fingers, while gulping down mouthfuls of blood. The pressure expanded, pushing down on my diaphragm, my spine, my pelvis, until I thought something would rupture. Cries spilled from my lips, and I shook my head from side to side. It was too much, too intense.

Just when I thought I might suffocate from the sensations, something deep within me cracked, and I exploded into a climax that made my toes curl. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded my core, and my muscles clamped and spasmed around his fingers.

Throughout the torrent, Valentine lavished me with deep, even strokes of his fingers, easing me down from the high. Every muscle in my body melted into the mattress, leaving me a pile of bones.

As the ringing in my ears ebbed away, and I filtered out the crackle and pop of the fireplace, I heard the gulp and slurp of Valentine’s feeding.

I tightened my fingers into his hair and tugged at him again. “Valentine, snap out of it.”

Two drops of something cold seeped into my veins, and an even more powerful climax engulfed my body like a firestorm. Imaginary flames lapped at my taut nerves, and my muscles tightened around his fingers. The cold substance travelled through my insides, making me relax.

My lips parted to let out a moan.

Valentine pumped his fingers in and out of me as I rode out this second orgasm. I bucked against his mouth, jostling his incisors, but he held me steady and pressed my pelvis into the mattress.

When my breathing calmed, he pulled his fangs out of my thigh and lapped up the spilled blood, sealing the wound with his saliva.

By the time Valentine emerged from between my thighs, the color had returned to his cheeks, and a shaft of sunlight illuminated his bronze skin. He licked the blood off his lips and stared down at me as though he’d just had the most satisfying meal.

“You are exquisite,” he snarled.

I raised a trembling hand. “Please… I’ll die if you take any more.”

Valentine shook his head and grinned. “Why would I waste something so delectable?”

Shallow breaths wheezed in and out of my lungs. I wasn’t ready to believe he would show mercy on me in any way. Not with a huge erection standing flush against his stomach and streaming precum.

My traitorous core pulsed, hungering for him to plunge that thick organ inside me, but my prey instincts screamed at me to escape before he changed his mind.

I rolled to the side, edging off the mattress.

“Where are you going?” he drawled.

“You said you’ve finished. I need a shower.”

Valentine caught me around the waist and chuckled, the low, deep sound resonating against my back. “I said I wouldn’t waste you.” He pulled me into his warm best, nestling his erection between my ass cheeks. “That didn’t mean I’d finished.”

“Valentine,” I whispered.

“Hmmmm?” His hand snaked around my front and cupped a breast. He rolled my nipple between his thick fingers, sending pleasurable sparks to my awakening clit.

My fingers curled into the embroidered coverlet, trying to