Vampire Debt - Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #2) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,26

as it catapulted me higher and higher.

“More,” I demanded hoarsely. My body jerked. Desperation filled me. Anticipation.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, circled hard and fast, pressing.

Too much. Not enough. Pain.

Utter ecstasy.

I pressed my hands against my mouth, screaming against them as heat obliterated me, rocking outward from my core to consume me.

I fell, tipped over the edge, undone, and my legs slackened as my mind blanked to numbing bliss.

I floated.

Floated with no intention of ever coming down.

Kyros sat back on his haunches and lowered me to straddle his lap. My legs curled around his back and tremors wracked me as I clung to him, breath catching.

“Beautiful,” Kyros said into my hair, kissing my temple. “Passionate.”

It wasn’t often that I let loose in that way. And never with such a result. But I always felt halfway to the ultimate orgasm around Kyros. The blood bond between us was constant foreplay, even if I refused to heed it the majority of the time.

At least, I hadn’t thus far.

“That was new,” I said uncertainly, not sure I wanted to leave my position crushed against his chest. I was half-naked, and he’d just given me the most intense orgasm of my life. With his mouth. Holding me up as though I was a fucking feather.

I needed a second.

“I certainly hope so,” he purred in my ear.

Growing a vagina, I peeked up.

His fangs were out, eyes blazing to the point of frenzy.

“Can I reciprocate?” I asked. Heat pulsed through me anew at the thought. Or were humans really bad at foreplay and sex compared to Vissimo?

Kyros inhaled sharply and turning my head, I latched onto his thumb, sucking hard on it. I smirked as his erection went from rock hard to bursting. He was under my spell.

I had nothing to fear.

“Not tonight,” Kyros said as though the words were physically dragged from him. His eyes traced my neck. “Not unless you want to enter the fourth thrall right now.”

The admission pulled me up short. “You want to bite me?”

He closed his eyes, taking a shuddering breath. “I want to put my cock inside you, bite you, and force my blood down your throat all at the same time. I nearly bit into your femoral artery when you orgasmed though I drank blood ten minutes ago.”

A bolt of heat shot to my centre at the thought of drinking his blood. It had to be the blood bond talking. “Thanks for telling me, I guess. I feel bad that I came and you didn’t.”

His eyes snapped to mine and he drew me closer with a hand against the small of my back.

“Wrong thing to say?” I whispered as he moved up his favourite path, inhaling me from jaw to temple.

He stilled, hands bunching in my dress.

“Wrong thing to say,” Kyros replied, pulling back. “For the record, the memory of you using my face to get off while wearing those glasses and palming your fucking perfect body will haunt me to the end of my days.”

He lowered his voice, lips nearing my ear. “My reward was tasting you.”

I flushed. It wasn’t like I was a virgin. Far from it—I liked to have fun. But dirty talk fell from his mouth without a speck of embarrassment or shame.

Kyros lifted my chin with a finger. “My true mate is perfection.”

I had to woman up.

Steeling myself, I met his gaze. “Your mouth felt like perfection.”

His green eyes flared again, and I untangled myself from around him, bouncing to the edge of the bed.

Apparently I’d thrown my stockings and underwear across the room. Tugging my skirt down over my slick thighs, I plucked the garments off the pinecone ornament, staring at the thing.

“Don’t break it,” he grumbled, buttoning his shirt.

Yeah, yeah. I didn’t feel like breaking it anymore. But it was kind of mortifying. I’d given a decorative pinecone to a one-hundred-and-fifty-year-old vampire prince.

I tugged up my panties—white and lacy with a cheeky cut.

Kyros swore as I tugged my dress back down.

“I need a shower,” he muttered, reaching up to pull his shirt overhead. “A long fucking shower.”

I drank in the sight of him, body clenching in favour of a round two. “A shower, huh? I’ll leave you to that then.”

“No,” he said, glancing at the white clock beside his bed. “We have time for dinner before I start work.”

My brows climbed.

Blasted Vissimo didn’t give me any time to think. We’d gone from strangling each other, to the bed and now to a date? I’d always maintained that Kyros was