Chapter Six #2
Heat instantly shot through me. I knew exactly what she meant, and my mouth started to water at the thought of burying my face between her thighs and tasting every damn inch of her. Every inch of her was mine. I didn’t waste time pretending otherwise.
I reached for her shirt. She lifted her arms as I peeled the fabric away and tossed it aside, revealing smooth, pale breasts.
We’d all scrubbed off the worst of the grime after today’s chaos, using the baby wipes we’d brought from Earth, and she must have skipped the restrictive scrap of fabric she called a bra.
Did that mean she had nothing on beneath her pants?
A vampire could hope.
I kissed her once—slow and possessive—before sinking to my knees at her feet.
She watched me without moving.
I reached for one foot and pulled off her boot, then moved to the other. Next, I hooked my fingers into her waistband and dragged her pants down in one fluid motion. She stepped out of them easily and stood before me, fully bare.
I leaned close and kissed the inside of her left thigh.
She still didn’t move, but I caught the soft catch of her breath.
I kissed her again, just above the first mark. Usually, I fed at her throat while lost in the throes of passion. But tonight, I wanted something different. And her “deal” had given me the idea.
I opened my mouth and bit.
She gasped, but not from pain. I was careful never to hurt her.
Her blood filled my mouth like wildfire—hot, potent, familiar.
Every drop of her tasted like power. Magic.
A dark, addictive storm that crashed through my body and made me feel more alive than I ever had any right to.
I drank slowly, carefully, letting her taste linger on my tongue, drawing out every second until her knees started to tremble and she steadied herself with a hand in my hair.
“Rath…” she moaned.
I almost smiled, wanting to tease her. She said she never moaned. But I’d proved her wrong.
Once I had my fill, I smoothed my tongue over the two puncture wounds, knowing they’d seal quickly. As a celestial, Lily healed incredibly fast. Fast enough that I knew the holes would be closed by the time I repositioned us.
And it was definitely time for that.
I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs, made sure to brace her against the wall, then easily lifted her. Without a word, she draped her legs over my shoulders.
That’s my girl.
Always so cooperative and giving, especially when it came to this. And it was my turn to give her something. I nibbled my way up her thigh, inching toward my mark.
She tightened her grip in my hair, her back arching ever so slightly as if to pull me closer—not that I needed the encouragement.
I dragged my tongue in a slow line along the curve of her thigh, then shifted higher.
Her legs trembled with anticipation against my cheeks, and her breath hitched, her impatience unmistakable.
Her scent filled my senses—salt and heat and something darker that had nothing to do with blood and everything to do with her.
I glanced up, and her eyes locked onto mine.
That was all I needed.
I buried my mouth against her.
She gasped, the sound tearing from her as her hands fisted tighter in my hair. I moved with purpose—slow at first, savoring her, exploring every sensitive place, every reaction. She rolled her hips instinctively, chasing friction, and I gave it to her. Gave her everything.
My tongue worked in rhythm, precise and unrelenting. Her legs squeezed around me once—tight, desperate.
Her voice broke on a whisper of my name—“Rath”—and something in me snapped.
I adjusted my angle and used my mouth like a weapon. Her nails scraped across my scalp as she clung to me, demanding more. So, I gave it.
It didn’t take long for her to unravel.
Her hips jerked and she pressed herself even closer.
I moved my tongue in tighter, firmer strokes, and angled myself to give her exactly what she needed.
Her body seized around me, thighs locking, back arching.
Her voice cracked on a cry that echoed across the tower, high and raw and perfect.
Her magic flickered beneath her skin, harmless but electric, like a storm trying to break loose.
I held her steady until the tremors faded, until her breathing evened out just enough for her to slump backward and rest her head against the stone wall.
I pressed one last kiss to the inside of her thigh—soft and reverent—then slowly let her down.
I stood and stripped my clothes, not bothering with finesse. She didn’t take her eyes off me, not even when I cupper her rear and lifted her again in one smooth motion, this time wrapping her legs around my hips.
I found her mouth again, kissed her hard and deep, and she responded just as fiercely, her hands sliding down my back, nails dragging along my flesh.
I repositioned her, then pushed into her in one slow, steady thrust.
She gasped, and her head dropped to my shoulder. My own breath stuttered in my chest as her body tightened around me, hot and perfect and everything.
“Rath…” she whispered, her voice a little broken.
“I know,” I rasped.
I gave her a second to adjust, to breathe—but she didn’t need it. She rolled her hips against mine, impatient and commanding, and that was all the invitation I needed.
I moved. Slow at first. Then deeper. Harder.
She clung to me like I was the only thing holding her together, her hands gripping my shoulders.
Her breath came in quick, sharp bursts against my neck, her moans barely audible but enough to drive me to the edge. Every time I surged forward, she met me with equal force. Her legs locked tighter around my waist. Her lips brushed my ear.
“Faster,” she murmured.
I adjusted my grip and slammed into her, earning a startled cry that was all pleasure, no pain. I bit down on a curse, trying to hold myself together. She felt too good. Too real. Too much.
Others said they lost themselves in lust. But for me, it was quite the opposite. I found myself in her. And I never wanted to lose that.
She pressed her forehead to mine, her breath coming in hot pants, and whispered, “Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance.”
I kept moving, kept driving into her like I could carve the need out of my body with each thrust—but it only grew worse. More urgent. More consuming. The slick sounds of our bodies moving together echoed in the air, underscored by her breath, by my desperate groans.
It didn’t take long for her inner walls to tighten around me, to suddenly start convulsing as she cried out, her eyes squeezed tight. I pressed one last kiss to her lips and held there, buried deep, as she shattered in my arms.
Only when she came back down did I start mindlessly thrusting again. My release was so close that it only took a few moments before I followed with a groan, my climax tearing through me.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Just clung to each other in the sweltering dark, sweat-slicked skin pressed tight, breath mingling.
“Holy hell,” she whispered, barely audible.
I let out a low, satisfied grunt and kissed her temple, revelling in the aftershocks.
She drew back just enough to look up at me, her eyes still dazed. “That…counts as a full meal, right?”
I grinned. “A feast fit for a king.”
She giggled, which only made me groan again. I slowly pulled out of her, then lowered her feet back to the ground.
I brushed a light kiss against her lips, smiling.
“Let’s not go back to camp tonight,” she said. “I just want to be alone with you.”
I understood. Alone sounded like pure bliss. But… “This place isn’t exactly comfortable.” Here, we had no bedrolls, no blankets. Nothing but each other.
“I know,” she said. “But I’d rather us be alone over comfort right now.”
I nodded. “Then we stay. It’s not like I’m eager to be roasted by Eliza’s commentary again.”
We begrudgingly dressed—because sleeping naked in Hell was stupid—then lay down together. Lily curled into my side like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hand landed over my heart, and her breath evened out against my skin.
She stared up at the sky, or the illusion of it, painted in red and ash and flame. “Think Eliza or Levi will try to find us?”
“They know better,” I murmured, stroking her hair.
“Good.”
We fell quiet after that.
The tower groaned once beneath us, a low protest in the windless dark, but neither of us flinched. The distant roar of geysers. The hiss of burning gases. The occasional wingbeat of something large circling high above. All of it was just background noise now.
Because we were together and, for once, alone. And that was all that mattered.