Bonds of the Vampire King (Blood Fire Saga Book 7) by Bella Klaus (romantic books to read TXT) 📗

“Is that what you want, Innamorata?” he purred. “For me to lift you up and take pleasure in your gorgeous little body?”

I licked my lips. “Everything involving you sounds appealing.”

His low and deep chuckle sent pleasant tingles across my skin, promising he’d give me everything I wanted and more.

As I slid my soapy hands over his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck, Valentine reached down the contour of my waist, lighting a line of fire with his slippery palms.

“I’ve missed touching you.” He pressed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’ve missed seeing you.” And then another. “I’ve missed your scent, your touch, and your taste.”

The slow sensuous slide of his large hands over my bare skin punctuated those words. This moment was too perfect. Part of me felt this was a dream, and part of me wondered if I was stuck in an illusion, because here I was in the shower of a luxury supernatural train, being spirited out of the country and away from danger.

Valentine peppered my lips with butterfly kisses, each touch like tiny explosions of ecstasy. It was wonderful. It was everything I had wanted while trapped in the Realm of the Gods. It was too good to be true.

“Is this real?” I asked.

He drew back and frowned. “Innamorata?”

“When I landed in the park and was unconscious, someone from the Council should have been there to arrest me for uncovering the Supernatural World. Instead, you came at the right time, with a cloak to shield me from the cameras, and a ticket on a magical escape route.”

Valentine’s hands around my waist stilled, and he stared down at me for several moments. “The month I spent not knowing what Kresnik was doing to you was a waking nightmare. The enforcers surrounding Hyde Park were more concerned with apprehending Kresnik while he was unconscious than arresting you.”

I bit down on my lip. It sounded reasonable. Maybe recent events had dialed up my paranoia to eleven, but a little voice in the back of my head reminded me that Jonathan had once invaded my dream and tried to fool me into believing he was Valentine.

“Let me prove to you that this is real,” he growled.

“How?”

“Did you know that a powerful climax can break a person out of any illusion?”

A laugh bubbled up from my throat. “Did you just make that up?”

“Can you think of a more pleasant way to test reality?” His smoky magic curled around my body, wrapping around my neck, my nipples, and my nether regions. Valentine pressed me into his hardness and growled.

Heat flooded my core, and my already slick folds became wetter than the water cascading on our heads. My entire body seized with a bone-deep shudder of desire. Maybe I really was paranoid and overthinking this illusion crap. Nobody’s magic but Valentine’s ever caressed me so… thoroughly.

His power explored every inch of my skin, teasing, caressing, lavishing me until my nipples tightened and my swollen clit pulsed with the rapid beat of my heart.

Desire flooded my veins, my breath quickened, and I dug the pads of my fingers into the muscles of his neck. “If you don’t make love to me right now, I think I’ll die.”

“Then allow me to be your salvation.” He hooked his fingers under my thighs and pulled me up to his waist.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles behind his hips. It took a few heartbeats to get comfortable. My elbows rested by his collarbones with my forearms over his shoulders, my heels settled on the curve of his ass, and my sex lay flush against his erection, which thickened and pulsed at my touch.

Pressing my weight onto his shoulders, I tried to hoist myself up a few more inches so I could engulf the bulbous tip of his length, but Valentine grabbed my ass cheeks, holding me in place.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice breathy.

“Why not?”

“You haven’t yet climaxed.”

“But I will.”

He shook his head. “A gentleman should always satisfy a lady before taking his own pleasure.”

“You didn’t say that when you were a preternatural,” I murmured.

A growl reverberated across my chest. “I was little more than a slavering beast.”

Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss on his full lips. “A beast who loved and protected me.”

He met my eyes with a determination that seemed a little too intense for our situation. “These weeks you’ve been gone, my memories have settled, and I’m both shocked and appalled at how I treated you. I don’t deserve your devotion, and will always be grateful that you never gave up on me, even when all I offered you was disrespect.”

I placed a kiss on one corner of his mouth, followed by another. One day, Valentine would look back on the past few weeks and realize that nothing that happened was his fault. Maybe he’d feel better about it after killing Kresnik. “I don’t regret anything we did together, and I loved that you expanded my outlook on sex.”

His chest made a satisfied rumble. “I love you to the very marrow of my bones. Even those times when I believed you to be my property, I adored you in my own twisted way.”

I threaded my fingers through his wet hair. “That was the only thing keeping me going while I worked toward getting you whole.”

Still holding onto my ass, he ground his erection against my clit, making it explode with sparks of sensation that reached my nipples and travelled down the inside of my thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath.

“You like that, Innamorata?”

With an eager nod, I circled my hips, kneading my clit against his hardness and making him clench his teeth.

“Mera,” he said through panting breaths. “I love the way you move against me.”

I clamped my lips around his earlobe and sucked, causing his entire body to shudder. After a few heartbeats, we worked up a rhythm that heated my core and had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

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