Bonds of the Vampire King (Blood Fire Saga Book 7) by Bella Klaus (reading e books .txt) 📕

my throbbing nub, encircled my hungry core, and squeezed with the strength of a constrictor. Half of me wanted him to put an end to this sweet torture and pound me to a shuddering climax. The other half never wanted this to stop.

My throat dried, and I ground harder, faster, lavishing Valentine’s neck with enough licks and kisses to make me look like I was the vampire who wanted to draw his blood.

“Innamorata,” Valentine growled. “Continue sucking me like that, and I won’t be able to resist biting your neck.”

“Good.” I clung to his broad shoulders, my core spasming and clenching with the need to be filled.

His hips quickened, and his thick fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, creating tiny ripples of excitement. My pulse pounded in my eardrums with fists the size of an ogre, and the ecstasy building inside me traveled along my every nerve. Pleasure sparked around my nub like tiny bolts of lightning, making me cry out.

Valentine’s hands tightened around my hips, pulling me even closer until our upper bodies felt like they’d joined.

My core muscles clamped, wanting Valentine, needing him, and a cry tore from my lips. “I need you so much.”

“Not until after you’ve climaxed.” His hot breath fanned against my skin.

I clamped down on his neck with my teeth, wishing I had fangs. Right now, I was so engorged with want that I could feel every vein and ridge of the thick organ rubbing against my sex. I clung to Valentine, moaning, panting, shuddering as he held me over a precipice of bliss.

Valentine growled through clenched teeth, quickening his pace. I bit harder, grimacing through the unbearable build-up of pleasure that now bordered on agony, making me feel like something would snap.

Valentine’s fingers gripped my ass harder, brushing against part of me no one had ever touched. I sucked in a deep breath, my eyes flying open, and a thunderbolt of sensation tore through my insides.

I screamed through my climax, shuddered and shook and squeezed as flames lapped along my nerves, threatening to burst through my skin. Shaking my head from side to side, I forced the power back into my chakras.

Valentine adjusted his grip, pulling me further up his torso and positioning me over the blunt tip of his huge erection. He squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his teeth, and paused.

“I want you.” My words came out a snarl.

“Morata?” he asked.

“Now.”

He loosened his grip, letting me engulf his thick length. I was so wet and so pliant that the stretch only intensified the climax. Once Valentine was fully sheathed, he held me steady around my waist.

“What did you conclude?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“Is this real or an illusion?”

I huffed a laugh. “Nobody but His Majesty Valentinus Sargon de Akkadian could ever make me feel this amount of pleasure.”

He chuckled. “I like the way you say my name.”

“Our next stop is Atlantis Central,” said a female voice over a loudspeaker. “Passengers who wish to transfer to Gyges, Solar, and Atlanticus are advised to disembark when the Phileas Express arrives in thirty minutes.”

I locked gazes with Valentine. “You never told me where we were going.”

“Days after you disappeared, I visited Healer Hadriel to ask her if we had formed a bond. She said one was in place, but it was stretched too thinly to determine your current state of health. I’d like her to make sure it’s still in place.”

Chapter Five

Warm water beat down on our heads, filling the shower cubicle with even more steam than before.

“Let’s hurry.” Tightening my legs around Valentine’s waist, I clung to his neck, readying myself for Valentine to work up to an intense climax.

He pressed a kiss on my jaw. “If we miss Atlantis, we can get off at the next stop and double back.”

Instead of hard thrusts, he rocked back and forth inside me, his lips and teeth and tongue joining mine for deep kisses that made my body go weak. I lost sense of time, of place, of the cascade of water flowing from the brass shower heads, and even of self.

I finally understood what Shakespeare had meant by describing sex as the beast with two backs. Valentine’s heart reverberated against my chest in sync with the pounding of my pulse. As he slid in and out of me, our connection became deeper than any we had formed in the dreamscape.

My eyelids fluttered shut, and I surrendered to the onslaught of sensations, not quite knowing if he was pounding into me or I was riding him. The muscles of my core stretched, strained, tightened, pulsed. Being so at one with Valentine was the most profound pleasure of my existence.

At that moment, I already knew our bond still held strong. It had survived three years of separation, Valentine’s death, my transformation into a phoenix, and even parting across realms. Even so, I relished the opportunity to see Healer Hadriel, since she’d helped extract the soul nucleus. Perhaps I might even discover if Aunt Arianna had settled in Atlantis or moved onto another supernatural city.

As the train slowed, the hands around my waist slid down to my ass, and his thrusts quickened, pumping me with enough pleasure to make me hyperventilate with the onslaught.

I bit down hard on my lip, sobbing, shuddering, squeezing around the thick length driving me to rapture.

“Will you climax with me, Innamorata?” he murmured into my ear.

“Maybe not in the next few minutes.” My voice shook with his every thrust.

His lips clamped around my neck, and I sucked in a breath between my teeth. Then he ran his warm tongue up and down my jugular. “May I?”

Every nerve hummed in anticipation for the bite, and a whimper reverberated in the back of my throat. Vampire bites contained tiny traces of thrall. Would I become addicted again? Did it matter when he was wholly and completely mine?

“You never need to ask,” I murmured.

Valentine’s fangs sliced through my vein, bringing with it a euphoria that made my spirits soar to the sky. White lightning