Thrall of the Vampire King (Blood Fire Saga Book 4) by Bella Klaus (elon musk reading list .txt) 📕

get some traction to haul myself out of his arms. It was futile and a waste of effort. “Just don’t kill me.”

“Never,” he growled.

The words gave me absolutely no comfort, as Valentine’s fangs slipped into my neck. At the same time, he slid into me with a deep thrust.

A cry escaped from my throat as the most intense pleasure coiled around my core and my muscles adjusted around his girth. When he filled me to the hilt, all my body felt was a bone-deep delight that contrasted with our dire predicament.

After sinking into me to the hilt, Valentine paused with a satisfied rumble. “I love how your pussy clutches at me.”

Heat rose to my cheeks. In all the three years we’d been together, he’d always been such a gentleman and never used such language. Even while we were in the penthouse together and he had spanked me, he had never used those terms.

Was Kresnik’s magic affecting Valentine’s judgment, or was it the fact that I’d been gifted to him and he could do or say whatever he wanted?

I didn’t have time to ponder any of this as he rocked back his hips and glided out of me with a movement that made my muscles clench around his length. His thick tip stretched my opening again before he thrust into me over and over.

The hand on my breast kept me in place, while the fingers of his other hand teased my already engorged clit. “Before I leave for my mission, you’re going to come twice around my cock.”

I shook my head. “It’s impossible. You’ve already wrung out so much pleasure. There’s no more.”

Valentine thrust into me harder, faster, deeper. “Again.”

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “I can’t.”

A low growl resounded in his chest. Every fine hair on my body stood on end, and the spasming of my muscles quickened. The finger circling my clit continued those maddening strokes, filling me with enough pleasure to make me burst.

This was Valentine’s way of saying he could make me do whatever he wanted.

I panted shallow breaths as the sensations sharpened, and I clamped around the thick organ pumping in and out of my core. The thrust of his hips quickened, filling, stretching, pounding into me with hard strokes. Pleasure mounted, winding me tighter, and proving me wrong. I was so close…

“Valentine,” I said through panting breaths. “I think I can manage one more, but not twice—”

“You will climax when and how I command,” he snarled.

As though those words carried their own magic, the tight band around my core snapped, releasing a flurry of molten ecstasy.

I cried out as shockwaves of pleasure tore through my insides in a flurry of violent spasms. Sweat broke out across my skin as this orgasm took control. I jerked and spasmed, but Valentine held me steady around my waist and quickened his pace.

With a roar, he sank his fangs back into my neck, releasing more of that cold fluid. It spread through my veins and flooded my senses, making starbursts explode behind my closed eyelids.

A rush of euphoria more intense than any orgasm spread across my quivering form. It started in my scalp, and spread down my body until it quickened through my core, concentrating my existence into the thick organ thrusting in and out of my core and pushing me toward yet another climax.

Valentine roared through his own climax, filling me with jets and jets of warm fluid. By now, his body temperature had risen to match mine, feeling a little higher because of his frenzied thrusts.

I was too relaxed to think about what it meant, too content to care. My mind floated into a dreamlike state where trivial matters like Kresnik, supernatural wars, and stolen magic no longer mattered.

Valentine pulled his fangs out of me first, followed by his length, leaving me yearning for more.

He glided his warm hand over my belly, making me purr with satisfaction. “I’ve given you enough thrall to keep you out of trouble.”

Thrall? My brows drew together. “Valentine?”

“Shhhh.” He lifted off the bed and shifted about the covers, slipping me beneath their warmth.

I cracked an eye open. Pale sunlight streamed against Valentine’s back, making him look like an angel of death. “But—”

“Sleep, Innamorata.” His deep voice echoed through my ears. “When I return, I will give you exactly what you need.”

I pushed through the euphoria, wanting to tell him we had to leave this place while he still had his senses, but Valentine placed a large hand on my temple, drowning my consciousness in a whirlpool of fatigue. Every ounce of my being tried to swim against the current, but it overwhelmed my senses and pulled me under.

As the last of my consciousness ebbed away, his warm lips grazed my temple.

I drifted in and out of sleep, aware of the setting of the sun and its eventual rise, but Valentine didn’t return. The snap and pop of the fire filled the silence between my pounding heartbeats. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Valentine overwhelmed my senses with thrall, or even if he had returned to me while I’d slept.

Every muscle in my body felt like it was being tethered to the mattress with tiny ropes. I strained against my invisible bonds, but my strength failed. My eyes peeped open a crack to find the room flooded with moonlight. Maybe I would try again in a few minutes.

The thrall pulled me under again, making me float within a bed of clouds. Warmth surrounded my body, telling me I was safe. My mind drifted back to the palace steps, when I wore the white sundress and Valentine walked me to the car.

Shadows had consumed me back then and worked their way into my mind. I realized that now. With my mind free of my current worries, I could put together the pieces and realize that I’d been a pawn from the start. Hell, my troubles started before I was even born and around the time Kresnik had