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

“We need you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing our bodies close. Valentine’s hands massaged my ass cheeks, making my core clench with need. “Come back to the palace and put an end to his stupid plan to install Kain on the throne.”

His fingers paused. “You like this boy?”

“He’s your ward.” I gave his temple a gentle tap. “When we get married, I’ll be his guardian, too.”

“If you want a baby—”

“Valentine.” I drew back and silenced him with a peck on the lips. “I need you.”

His brows rose, and he moved his mouth to my neck, but I stepped out of his embrace and placed my fingers over his lips. The water continued battering us from all angles, making him look utterly delectable with droplets glistening over his bronze skin.

“How can I satisfy my addiction to thrall without dampening my magic?” I trailed my fingers down his plump bottom lip and over his chin. “I’m so close to getting all my powers back and I don’t want to jeopardize that with a bite.”

His eyes glazed with lust, and he snatched my wrist, pulling me close “You want another source of thrall?”

“Only if it doesn’t affect my ability to transform into a phoenix.” I wrapped my arms around his broad back and ran hands down to his hard ass.

“There’s my saliva.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips. “But there’s another source that’s more potent.”

“Semen?” I murmured.

He nodded and grinned.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips, and I swept my gaze down his muscular form to the organ that seemed even longer and thicker than before. Without even thinking about it, I dropped to my knees. The sight of his erection up close made me pant with desire.

It was thick, veiny, with a bulbous tip and set within a thatch of black pubes and an impressive set of balls. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss on his left testicle and then his right, before running my tongue on a huge vein that ran up along its length.

Valentine hissed through his teeth, and a thrill of excitement ran down my spine and settled between my legs.

I wrapped my hand around his girth, barely making my fingertips meet. Blood coursed through his veins and he seemed to thicken under my touch. I shook my head, marveling at how magic could allow someone without a heart to sport such impressive erections, and lowered my mouth onto this thick, glistening head.

The salty taste of the precum spread across my tongue, and I squeezed him tighter around the base, teasing out more.

Water cascaded down on me making ropes of wet hair stick to my face. Valentine pulled it back and moaned. “Innamorata, you look so beautiful like this.”

I glanced up at him to find his eyes glowing red with hunger, and his fangs protruding from beneath his full lips. A giddy sensation filled my chest, traveling downward to where I needed him most. In all the time we were courting, he never once asked me for oral sex, even though he’d pleasured me dozens of times with his tongue. Had he wanted me to take him in my mouth but placed me on too high a pedestal to ask? I made a note to ask this version of him later, who was more likely to admit his desires.

Pushing that thought aside for later, I parted my lips and engulfed his tip in my mouth. Valentine’s deep moan pulsed through my clit, sending floods of moisture to my core. I bobbed my head up and down, trying to take him in as deep as my throat would allow, but he was so big.

My nub ached and swelled, crying out for attention. I slipped my fingers between my wet folds, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves in sync with my motions over his length. Valentine’s hips moved back and forth—more gently than I would expect for a preternatural—building up a rhythm that had him growling with approval.

I hollowed my cheeks, and swiped my tongue against the underside of his length, making his knees tremble, all the while teasing myself to a frenzy. Molten heat gathered in my core, which hungered to be filled and plundered.

“You’re so good at this,” he groaned.

I hummed around my mouthful, increasing the speed of my fingers. Ecstasy coursed through my every nerve as though all the banked-up lust from the day before had decided to rear up and make itself heard. My core spasmed and clenched so tightly that it ached, and as the pleasure built, something within me snapped.

My core muscles relaxed, releasing all the sensation in waves that spread down to my toes and up to my scalp. Sobs of relief tore from my throat, but it still wasn’t enough.

Valentine’s thrusts quickened, and with a low snarl, he shot load after load of thick fluid down my throat.

I swallowed mouthful after mouthful, teasing and squeezing him around the base, wanting it to never end. It was both thrall and liquid ecstasy and the answer to my craving. And when he stopped climaxing, I sat back on my heels and caught my breath.

Valentine stared down at me with violet eyes, looking down at me with wonder. “You are—”

A broadsword pierced him through the chest.

Chapter Twenty-Five

I reeled back, a tight fist of panic squeezing every molecule of air from my lungs. Valentine staggered toward the wall, his hands clutching the hilt of the sword. Water rained down from above and the sides, thickening the air. What the bloody hell just happened?

As I gasped for air and tried stumbling to my feet, strong arms lifted me off the floor as crossbow bolts flew through the air, each landing on his torso.

Someone pulled me into his clothed chest, making my stomach drop. I struggled within the tight grip of my captor, but no amount of thrashing could get my captor to release his hold around my ribs. My breath came in short pants as dizziness and nausea competed with