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

“Please,” I whispered.

Valentine drew back, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “What, Innamorata?”

“I want you inside me,” I murmured through panting breaths. “Now.”

His chuckle sent shivers up my spine, making me wonder if he would refuse. Instead of drawing back, his fingers tightened around my ass cheek. “You said you wanted to ride me.”

“Oh.” I gripped his broad shoulders, raising myself higher.

Valentine held himself at the base, letting me position my opening over his tip. I was wetter than I had ever been, but from this extreme angle, and with my legs tightened around his hips for balance, the stretch was exquisite.

Shallow breaths whistled in and out of my lungs as I adjusted around Valentine’s girth, wondering if his recent blood consumption was making him bigger. My arms tightened around his neck as I made the excruciatingly pleasurable slide down his length.

“Can you manage?” he asked, sounding like he would take over if I didn’t engulf him to the hilt.

My hand tightened around his neck. “Bloody hell. Give a girl time to acclimatize.”

His chuckle was as rich as dark chocolate. “You’re an absolute delight.”

A combination of the risk of getting caught, the uncertainty of my future, and the intense stretch turned my body into a raw nerve. I slid down his shaft another inch or so, and quivered at a fresh wave of intense sensations.

Valentine kneaded my breast and rubbed the pad of his thumb over my nipple, setting my skin alight. I slid down a few more inches, feeling on the verge of exploding.

I’d had sex with Valentine a few times now—both as physical beings and as souls. I had also been on top, and that had been thrilling, but it had never been as exhilarating as against the door in the broom closet of Kresnik’s hideout.

My chest tightened, and my breath quickened. Kresnik could be standing behind this door, waiting for Valentine to finish before taking me away. He could tear my soul apart or keep me in a cage as a phoenix and feed off my magic whenever he desired. My body trembled around Valentine’s length, and I buried my head in his shoulder.

He drew back, holding my chin between his fingers. “You’re trembling.”

“Because I don’t know what you’re going to do to me after this.”

His gaze sharpened. “Focus on the moment.”

All thoughts of my imminent demise pushed themselves to the back of my head, leaving me with a mind clear of fear, and with more than a touch of annoyance.

“Never mind.” Raising my hips, I clamped around his organ. Thrills of pleasure rippled through my insides, making me clench harder.

At this angle, my swollen clit brushed against his pubic bone, creating an additional friction that made my spine tingle. All traces of animosity evaporated in the heat of our joined bodies, leaving just the ache and pleasure of being filled and stretched.

I met his red eyes, their glow bringing out the copper tones of his skin. With the dim light shining overhead, I couldn’t make out Valentine’s expression.

My insides twitched around him as I moved up and down Valentine’s thick erection, bracing my back against the door for leverage.

“I could fuck you all night,” he growled.

A moan slipped from my lips, and I wished he would. I could spend the entire duration of the war in this cupboard, having sex with Valentine against the wall. His thick length brushed over a spot that triggered a burst of pleasure strong enough to make my eyes cross, and I quickened my pace.

Heat tingled in my core, spiraling to and from my sensitive bundle of nerves. It was like a furnace being fed and fed, until it overflowed. The pleasure spread down to the tops of my thighs, up my belly, and to my nipples, making me bite down on my bottom lip.

Maybe it was the danger, maybe it was my power coming back, but I clung to Valentine’s shoulders, riding him harder and feeling like I might just burst into flames.

A whimper caught in the back of my throat. The last time I felt like this had been in our dreamscape, and I had burned Valentine’s soul to ash. I dug my nails into his shoulders, trying to form the words, but I kept moaning his name over and over and over until it became one incoherent sound.

I was so hot, so wet, so slick, so engorged with pleasure and my muscles turned to mush. Valentine met me halfway, sliding that pulsing organ in and out of me until I felt like this would be my method of execution.

My core muscles moulded around every vein, every ridge, every contour of his erection, clinging onto him as though this moment would be my last.

“You’re exquisite, Innamorata,” he growled into my ear.

I spasmed around him in response.

Valentine pressed me against the door, taking control of the movements, while all I could do was hold on to his shoulders and try not to self-combust.

Molten ecstasy pulsed from my clit, tightened around my core, and filled out my root chakra until it overflowed. Valentine continued thrusting into me, lavishing me with pleasure until it traveled up my sacral, my solar plexus, and my heart chakras.

Sweat poured down my brow and stung my eyes. My nails dug into his tight shoulder muscles as he pounded into me relentlessly. When the pleasure reached my throat chakra, a deep moan spilled from my lips.

Valentine’s low growl filled my ears, and he quickened his pace. As he held me suspended on a tightrope of ecstasy and anticipation, I lost sense of time, of place, of circumstance, and everything melted away in the heat of our joining.

I loved this man. Loved every incarnation of Valentine Sargon and wanted to stay at his side forever, no matter the consequences.

Valentine's fangs pierced my vein, and his soft lips clamped around my neck. I waited for the cold droplets of thrall to spread across my system and steal away my senses, but all I felt was an