Passion of the Vampire King (Blood Fire Saga Book 5) by Bella Klaus (read novels website txt) 📕

long breath, and a slow smile spread across his lips. Then he raised his head and gazed at me with eyes that shone with adoration and love.

Every muscle in my body trembled, and my heart beat loud enough to fill the void. “Valentine?”

He pushed himself up to sitting and pulled me into his broad chest. “What happened to you?”

“When I resurrected your heart, it broke the Mage King’s control,” I murmured.

As soon as our bodies touched, I melted into the embrace, breathing in the familiar scent of sandalwood and smoke. He had just been sleeping, but for how long? I drew back, about to repeat myself, but his lips captured mine in a kiss that made my heart flip.

It was more sweet than sensual. Reverent—as though I was something precious and longed-for, and he was savoring the moment in anticipation for the next long stretch. My heart throbbed, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, aching to keep him close.

I had missed Valentine’s soul during the time we’d spent apart, but his preternatural body had dampened those emotions with a steady stream of sex and thrall, not to mention the stress of trying to stay a step ahead of Kresnik.

His lips caressed mine with a kiss that detonated sparks along my nerve endings, reminding me of the times he would drive me wild with desire during our courtship.

“Why did you take so long to visit?” he asked.

My chest tightened with regret. If I had known how badly things would end up when I finally broke through the firestone, I would have followed his advice to develop my shifter skills at a slower pace.

“Make love to me.” I clung to his broad back. “We can talk about it later.”

He drew back, his brows furrowing. “Did something happen?”

“Please.” I dug the pads of my fingers into his muscles.

Valentine’s kiss became more insistent, and my remorse hardened into determination. My impatience brought about the rise of Kresnik, and now his preternatural self had turned spy. This time, I would do everything in my power to save us all.

“Innamorata,” he drawled, his fingers threading through my hair, holding me in place. Valentine slipped his tongue between my lips and explored my mouth with strokes that sent a flood of sensation low in my belly.

I shifted toward him on my knees, squeezing my thighs together as heat gathered at their apex. My core pulsed and clenched with need, and I broke the kiss to moan.

Valentine lowered me onto the floor, his strong leg parting mine and a hand wrapping around my calf to curl my leg around his waist. His hardness pressed against my wet folds, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Rocking my aching clit against his thick erection, I reached between our bodies and wrapped my fingers around his thick length.

His happy rumble reverberated against my chest. “If you touch me like that, I’ll come apart in your hands.”

“Then you’ll get hard all over again. Vampires never tire of sex.” I bucked against him and shuddered.

“I don’t remember telling you that,” he said with a chuckle.

“We made love in the Notting Hill hideout,” I murmured into the kiss.

Valentine stilled. He probably hadn’t regained his memories from the day he’d died. We only had a few more hours, and I still needed to tell him about everything that had happened since we parted. Arching into him, I slid a hand down his broad back and cupped his muscular ass.

His breath hitched. “Impatient?”

“Always.” I gave his ass a firm squeeze.

Valentine drew back, giving me the most peculiar stare, his lips curling into a surprised smile.

Positioning the blunt tip of his erection to my opening, he stared into my eyes and raised his brows in permission. Warmth spread across my chest, and my core tingled in anticipation. His soul was such a gentleman—preternatural Valentine took whatever he wanted and would have been making me moan by now.

“Yes.” I raised my head off the floor and placed a kiss on his lips.

Valentine slipped into me with a stretch that made me shudder and moan. In this position with my legs wrapped around his waist, I could only cling to him and take the pleasure. He pushed into my core, through the muscles that tightened and clamped around his girth. His hot breath fanned against my ear, adding to my excitement.

When he filled me to the hilt, we lay together—heart-to-heart, chest-to-chest—as my insides adjusted to his size.

“I love the way we fit,” Valentine murmured in a smoky voice that made my insides pulse.

He drew back in a move that was achingly slow, teasing every ripple of sensation from my body. Just as his bulbous tip threatened to stretch me open again, he thrust into me with a smooth stroke that made me cry out for more. He rocked back and forth, while he nipped and caressed my neck with his lips and tongue and teeth.

I clung to his back, riding out the inferno Valentine built inside me. His pulsing length massaged a spot that filled my vision with sparks, making every nerve fizzle like dynamite fuses, burning down toward a cache of nitroglycerin.

My heart thundered in sync with Valentine’s, and he thrust into me over and over, making me feel like we were a single entity with dual hearts. The pleasure built to a point where I clamped around him tighter and tighter, making him hiss through his teeth.

Pleasure spiked, overwhelming my system with an explosion of heat and pressure and sensations that blew through every chakra and meridian. I jerked and spasmed at the ecstasy burning through my nerves, but Valentine’s strong body kept me in place.

It felt like flames, molten pleasure, and wildfire across my skin.

He continued pounding into my core, lengthening my orgasm, and returning the sensations with an intensity that made me whimper for mercy. I convulsed, clamped, came around his girth, making his breath quicken and growls reverberate from his chest.

Stiffening, he filled me with his hot climax and