I shifted off him and took his hands, guiding him into a seated position at the edge of the bed before kneeling between his thighs. I watched him as my fingers closed around his hard length, applying pressure from the base of his shaft to the crown, where my thumb lingered, teasing and massaging as his come beaded at the tip.
“What do you like?” I asked, my voice breathy.
“Show me what you are capable of, Sparrow.”
So I tasted him, licking him as he had done me, before my mouth closed over his cock. He groaned, and his hands threaded through my hair. I let him, while I alternated between swirling my tongue over his length and balls and pressing kisses to his thighs. Then I pulled away to wet my palms with as much saliva as I could manage before wrapping both my hands around the base of his cock. As I stroked him, I paid attention to the head, lavishing it with my tongue and hollowing my cheeks. It was a give and take that left Adrian groaning and his hands tightening in my hair, fingers scraping my scalp. The muscles of his legs bulged against my body.
“Fuck!” Adrian’s curse was a hiss, and I looked up to find his head thrown back, his throat working, his breaths ragged and quick. Then his eyes returned to mine as he gritted out, “Yes.”
I held his gaze, willing him to think of this moment, to never forget it. From this day forward, he would never be rid of me. He would never escape the need that had plagued me since our encounter in the woods. I would haunt him, filling his cock until he was ready to burst with no outlet save my body.
The thought made me smile around his length, and I moaned, closing my eyes. I didn’t think it was possible for his hands to grip me tighter, but they did, and my eyes watered at his hold, but I continued until he released into my mouth. As I swallowed, I rose to my feet and gripped his face, bringing my lips to his, parting his mouth with my tongue. He tasted me hungrily, hands guiding me to straddle him once again.
When I drew back, I stared into the Blood King’s eyes—my husband and enemy.
“I knew I liked your mouth,” he said, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. I bit down hard, and he chuckled before twisting and pinning me to the bed once more. As I stared up at his hungry eyes, my legs parted, welcoming whatever he would bring, because as much as we were fighting for dominance, he’d given me the one thing I’d been searching for.
Pleasure.
Seven
I woke to movement, lying on my stomach in the bed I’d shared with Adrian. Peeling my eyes open, I found the door open as maids hauled steaming pails of water to the metal tub. I shifted onto my back and sat up, holding the blankets to my chest. My body was sore and sticky, and I was pretty sure I’d only fallen asleep an hour ago.
I found Adrian standing by the window, staring out at the night. He was fully dressed and in different clothes than those he’d worn at the wedding. These were not as fine as what he’d worn last night, but they were travel clothes. Still, he looked every bit the ruler, clad in black and crimson. He wore no ornamentation, but he did not need it. His presence spoke of his power.
How was he functioning after the night we’d had together?
At that thought, he looked at me over his shoulder.
“I do not need as much sleep as you to feel recovered,” he said.
“That hardly seems fair.”
He turned fully toward me, and there was a moment when all I could think about was how his skin had felt against mine, how his body had moved inside mine, how desperate I’d been to come and make him come. Tendrils of desire curled inside my body, flushing my skin.
I may have borne his marks, but his body also bore mine—and that was where I was torn. As much as I’d met my match in pleasure, it was through my enemy’s body.
“I know what you think of my kind,” he said, and there was a glimmer of amusement before his expression turned more serious. “But there is more to us than the monstrous parts.”
“Are you trying to suggest you have redeeming qualities as a murderer?”
“Why not ask your father that question?” Adrian said.
“My father is not a murderer. He has fought bravely to defend his kingdom.”
“So it is only murder when your people are killed?” Adrian asked.
I glared at him. “You were created to curse us.”
Adrian stared, and I could not tell how he felt about my comment. But after a brief pause, he licked his lips and answered, “Well, I cannot argue with that.”
The vampire king crossed the room to the chair beside the fire where I’d found him sitting last night before our coupling began. He retrieved a fur-lined cloak and clasped it around his shoulders.