Passion of the Vampire King (Blood Fire Saga Book 5) by Bella Klaus (best motivational books txt) 📗

The finger around my ass cheeks tightened, tilting my hips at an angle that brought his head over my opening. My nerve endings roared, and everything tingled in anticipation for more.

When he finally released his grip and let gravity take over, my core muscles had tightened so hard that the stretch became exquisite.

I bit down on my lips, panting hard through my nostrils as he opened me up, inch by agonizing inch. After last night and all the other times he’d taken me with brutal abandon, I thought my body would have adjusted to his girth, but this angle brought a sensation that made my core ripple.

Valentine made his first thrusts, and my lips parted in a moan. They were shallow at first, gliding through my slick entrance and opening me up. I spasmed around him, wanting more, needing it, and Valentine was eager to supply.

“When I’ve finished with you, you won’t be so tight,” he said with a growl.

I panted in response, overcome by uncontrollable pulses of pleasure.

After sheathing himself completely inside my sex, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, holding me in place. I was so swollen and sensitive that I felt his every vein and ridge as my core muscles clamped and squeezed and rippled around his girth.

His throaty laugh reverberated against my ears. “Even when I tell you not to move, you’re disobedient.”

I shook my head from side to side, a denial on my lips, but Valentine cut me off with circular movements of his hips that deepened the penetration until my eyes rolled to the back of my head. His large hands ran down my back and settled on my ass cheeks.

This was so much more intense than the time I went on top in Gourmande. With my hands still clinging to the rail and the order not to move keeping me in place, I had little leverage to push myself up. All I could do was rock against him, increasing the maddening friction.

Sweat beaded on my brow, and my breath came in shallow pants. My core felt like a pressure cooker simmering to a boil.

Valentine kept me suspended in pleasure, never once thrusting hard enough to bring the rapture simmering inside me to a boil, but always on the verge of climax.

“I want to feel you come apart around my cock,” he growled into my ear.

Transparent dots appeared along the edges of my vision, dancing and swirling to the beat of my mounting pleasure. We ground against each other for what felt like an eternity, building up to a frenzy.

“Valentine,” I murmured.

“Shhh…” He silenced me with a kiss. “I know what you need.”

A whimper resounded in the back of my throat. If he did, why wasn’t he giving it to me?

As he built me up to a climax, he slowed down until the sensations ebbed away, then sped up again, bringing them back. His pelvis ground against my swollen clit, which pulsed in time with the frantic beat of my heart. I bit down hard enough on my bottom lip to make permanent puncture marks.

Valentine’s fangs sank into my neck, and something within me snapped.

An orgasm exploded through my insides like fireworks, spreading every spark of pleasure that had gathered around my core. Ecstasy tore through my body, making my limbs jolt and a scream tear from my throat. The last time I felt anything like this was when I had made love with his soul and transformed into a phoenix.

I tried to tamp down the climax in case I burst into flame again, but it was like swimming against an unstoppable current. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think of anything except for the overwhelming sensations.

My heart battered hard enough to crack ribs, and my core tightened and clamped hard enough to snap off the thick length pulsing within my core. Valentine’s strong arms kept me tethered to his chest. He shuddered beneath my body, filling me in a hot rush.

When the climax ebbed into gentle ripples of pleasure, I released my grip on the iron headboard and collapsed against his strong body, feeling like my insides had turned to ash.

His warm palm rubbed gentle circles on my back, and his soft words drifted into my ears. “You are exquisite, Innamorata. I swear to you that I will return.”

My eyelids fluttered closed, and thoughts of demon guards, secret missions, and search parties in Hell melted into insignificance. Valentine cradled me in his arms, engulfing me in his warmth.

“Are you still drinking my blood?” I murmured, my words muffled by the pounding of my pulse.

“I only took a few mouthfuls,” he replied in a voice that felt halfway across the room.

“Why?”

“You need your strength.” He reached for something on the bedside table and then placed a tablet to my lips.

I drew back and frowned at the pink object. “Is that a blood balancer?”

“Something to counter the Quell I gave you in Gourmande.”

I parted my lips and reached for a memory. Quell was the champagne-like substance Valentine had made me drink that he said would suppress my power.

“There sure are a lot of things in the Supernatural World to neutralize magic,” I muttered.

“That’s because there are a lot of creatures who rely on the essence of others to stay alive.” He twisted around and laid me on my side. “Are you thirsty?”

“Are you hard already?” I asked.

“For you, always.” He gave me a gentle spank on the ass. “But I was offering you a glass of water.”

Moments later, Valentine sat me up and made me drink mouthfuls of clear fluid. “The sooner this antidote works through your system, the sooner you’ll be able to access your magic.”

“You didn’t give me any thrall,” I said.

His brow furrowed. “I’m hoping the trace amounts in my bite will sustain your craving until I can summon you again.”

“When will that be?”

Valentine shook his head. “Kresnik is unsettled and desperate for the power of regeneration.”

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