going to take him.
I sank my fangs into his shoulder, relishing in the satisfying pop as I broke the surface. He moaned against my neck, a buzz of pleasure on my skin. His blood flooded into my mouth, the taste as sweet as the gods’ Nectar.
Why did his blood taste like Nectar?
I must have been thinking very loudly because he responded, your blood also tastes like Nectar. My guess is it has something to do with our Immortal blood.
I hardly heard his words. The magic in his blood ignited mine, drowning me in an ecstasy of intense sensations. I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t want to fight it. The urge to drink from him was purely primal. I had to have more.
I drank from him and he from me. Each draw of his mouth shot a fresh quake through my body. Each drop of blood set off a tiny explosion inside my mouth, igniting raw and wild urges that I’d never experienced before.
My magic crashed against him, each burst creating something new out of the two of us, binding us. I clutched him to me. He was mine. All mine.
He gripped me so hard that his fingernails cut into my back. But it didn’t hurt. No, I was desperate for him to grip me harder. To make me his as I was making him mine.
But it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough. Hunger, savage and insatiable, ravaged me. We weren’t close enough.
He broke away from my throat and kissed me roughly. His hands tore at my clothes.
I returned the favor, relieving him of his shirt. “I can taste my blood on your lips,” I said between kisses. “Can you taste yours on mine?”
He captured my wrists and pinned me to the ground. “Stop inciting me, Cadence.”
“I am doing no such thing.”
His huge, hard body loomed over me. “Because inciting me is very dangerous.” His hands grabbed the wristband of my panties and tugged them down my legs. He considered the lacy blue garment for a moment. “This is not a regulation undergarment.”
I gave my brows a sassy tilt. “I didn’t anticipate an underwear inspection.”
He tossed my panties over his shoulder. “You should always be prepared for anything.”
“Am I in trouble?” I sat up, arching back against my arms.
His eyes dipped to my chest. “You’ve made the Legion’s wickedest angel fall desperately in love with you. Yes, Princess, I think it’s safe to say that you are in very big trouble.”
The closures of my bra popped open. I didn’t even see his hands move.
His eyes slid down the length of my naked body. “You are so beautiful.”
His fingers closed over my nipples, pulling them into hard points. A sudden, unexpected surge of pleasure shot through me, and I cried out. My whole body quivered with denied desire. Never before had I felt anything so intense, so thoroughly consuming.
His hands went lower, slowly parting my legs. My breath catching in my throat, I looked down. He was now completely naked—and completely ready. My body shook.
He must have seen anxiety in my eyes because he said, “We don’t have to go further now.”
“Chickening out?” I teased him, my heart hammering against my ribcage.
His eyes flashed. “Say that again. I dare you.” His hand caressed the inside of my thigh.
“Scaredy-cat,” I whispered, gasping in anticipation.
Heat blossomed between my legs, insistent and impatient. His fingers slid closer. Ever. So. Slowly.
“I didn’t quite catch that, Princess.”
My body quivered so hard I felt I might burst. I was sure I would die if he didn’t… Didn’t what? I couldn’t say what I needed. Just that I needed him. Desperately. Instinct took over, bypassing my mind and compelling my body into action. I ground my hips against him.
“May I?” he asked, his eyes serious.
“Oh, gods, yes,” I growled out.
A smile stretched his mouth. He looked at me like I’d just offered him the most precious gift in all the worlds. Very carefully, he lowered me onto the blanket, as though I were made of delicate glass. He kissed me softly on the lips.
His hands closed around my wrists. He thrust into me.
I cried out. It hurt in such a delicious way, like fire against silk. I’d never felt anything so good before. I planted my hands on his hips, pulling him closer. I tilted my hips up toward him, drawing him in deeper.
He thrust into me again and again, fast, forceful, and brutally relentless. Each stroke of his hard flesh against my soft core shot a blinding,