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

he continued lathing my clit and driving me to distraction, I pulsed and fluttered around his fingers, eager for them to move.

The pressure inside me mounted, and my limbs trembled with the most delicious shudders. “Valentine,” I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair and gripping those thick wet locks hard enough to hurt. “Please…”

He moaned against my folds and pulled his fingers out, making me jerk my hips. I clutched at his shoulders, biting down on my bottom lip against the deluge of sensation. Valentine pumped in and out of me with those deliciously thick fingers with a rhythm that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Tilting my head toward the hot spray, I moaned his name over and over. Water splattered over my face, my chest, my hair, but it was nothing compared to the push and pull of ecstasy building up in my core.

Valentine kept me teetering on the tightrope of pleasure, his lips clamping around my sex in a hot, open-mouthed kiss that spread a tingle from my curling toes to my tight nipples.

I thrashed against his eager tongue, needing more. “Bite me.”

His low growl caused my pleasure to mount. Before I could even gasp, his fangs sank into my thigh, sending a spike of sensation through my core. For a moment, my body clenched as the intensity of the orgasm tore through my insides. Then with a shocked breath, my muscles loosened, releasing wave after wave of rapture.

My lips parted with a harsh cry, and I clung onto Valentine with my full strength. His thick fingers pistoned in and out of me, drawing out my climax and teasing every ounce of ecstasy from my body.

I clung to his shoulders, breathing hard, my legs trembling from the aftershocks of the climax. “That was intense.”

He eased his fangs out from my thigh with a pleasured groan. “I can never get enough of your taste.”

I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Let me stay here for a few minutes, then I’ll return the favor.”

“No need.” Valentine kissed the inside of my thigh.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice still breathy from climaxing.

“Do you know what your blood does to me, Innamorata?” Valentine held a steadying hand around my waist and eased my left leg off his shoulder.

I shook my head, trying to clear my post-orgasmic haze, and pulled back my right. “Why do you drink it, knowing that it has the power to turn you into a preternatural?”

“Nobody knows what I am anymore.” He rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his broad chest. “My heart beats, and I no longer need large quantities of blood, but I have all the powers of a preternatural vampire without any vulnerability to the sun.”

Even though what had happened to him was Kresnik’s fault, part of me still ached for Valentine. Would he have been the target of the blood lure curse if he hadn’t fallen for me? Thoughts like that had to have plagued his mind.

I tilted my head up, trying to see what lay behind his dark gaze. “Do you regret it?”

Valentine hesitated for a few heartbeats before answering. “Your blood gave us a second chance. For that, I will always be grateful. What I don’t appreciate is being used as a tool by Kresnik.”

“Will you kiss me now?” I asked.

Valentine took my hand and walked me out of the shower, where two fluffy dressing gowns hung on hooks. After drying ourselves off, we walked into the main prison room and dressed.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“I won’t have you sitting here waiting for Kresnik to descend.”

Valentine lowered his lips to mine.

I raised my hand. “There’s something I forgot.” His brows furrowed, and I added, “The ring.”

A blink of an eye later, he returned with the item suspended from a gold chain. Instead of putting it around my neck, he placed it around his own. “Use it in case you need to reach me.”

Nodding, I raised myself on my tiptoes and placed my lips on Valentine’s. They were soft and full and… Light flashed behind my eyes, accompanied by the tingling of faerie magic.

As soon as the sensations faded, I found myself bending my neck to kiss a pair of thinner lips.

“Valentine?” My deep voice made me flinch, and I stared down at…

I had to blink a few times to make sure that the water from the shower wasn’t affecting my vision. The person standing in front of my new body and staring up at me with crystalline blue eyes had to be me. But she wasn’t.

She was me, but through a different lens. The only way to describe it was like using an app that evened out the features, smoothed out the skin, brought out the hue of the eyes, and made the hair color more vibrant.

At first, I thought it was the radiance of Valentine’s soul shining through that enhanced my body’s looks, but I glanced around the room to find everything looking more vivid.

An array of scents assaulted my nostrils at once. The cloying fragrances of the bouquet, the chocolate liqueurs, as well as the remnants of raindrops still drifting in from our shower. Beneath the deluge was a delicate aroma that called to my soul like a siren’s cry. It was peaches and pumpkins and papayas—sweet, fresh, and utterly delicious.

My nostrils flared, an ache formed on the gums around my incisors, and saliva flooded my mouth. “What’s that smell?”

“One of the benefits of corpusverto is that you take on the other person’s senses.” Valentine’s small hands slid over my shoulders and let his eyes flutter shut. “I feel the magic coursing through the room.”

A pulse of arousal shot to my groin, awakening my organ. I wrapped my arms around his smaller body, holding him close. Blood and adrenaline coursed through my system, gathering into my lengthening, thickening erection.

Everything around me—scents, colors, even the notion of a prison break vanished—replaced