Chapter 34
Maeve
THE PAIN WAS EXCRUCIATING. WHEN Severin pierced my throat, my body flooded with agony. Everything inside me told me to fight for my life, to flail and writhe and scream. But his body pinned me to the mattress, held me firm. His jaws clamped down hard on my throat, unyielding.
Though it hurt, though it took everything in me not to cry out, I didn’t feel afraid.
Never afraid.
And when his venom took effect, everything changed.
Now, every nerve ending in my body simmers with electric heat, and I’m breathless, my body weightless as Severin thrusts into me. I’m so lost in this feeling that I can barely keep my ankles locked around his back.
His fangs are buried in my throat, a strong pressure that I know should hurt but no longer does.
And I feel each draw of my blood into his mouth, him siphoning my essence away.
The thought of him tasting me like this, tasting something no one else ever has, makes my pussy spasm around him, and I moan out a single word.
“Harder.”
An acquiescing growl rumbles through his chest into mine. He doesn’t break his grip on my throat as he begins to drive his cock into me harder, faster.
There’s still that feeling of weightlessness, like my body is wrapped in a cloud. Behind my eyelids, colors dance and swirl in watercolor spirals. And for a brief moment, I swear I can feel him beneath my skin, running through my veins, beyond just our bodies.
He reaches down with one hand, finding my clit, and begins to stroke his fingers over it, making me arch my back.
He growls again, and I think he’s telling me to hold still.
I obey, trying not to move as his fingertips circle my clit with gentle pressure, coaxing that deep pressure to start in my low stomach. My eyes are still closed, my lips parted, breath coming heavier now.
Our bodies are slick with sweat, both from the passion and the heat of the fire still flickering in the hearth.
His cock stretches me further, sinking as deep as it can go. And still he feeds from me, jaws clamped around my throat, my blood flowing freely into his hungry mouth.
Severin told me he’d submit to me, but I’m doing the same. And it doesn’t make me feel smaller or any less significant. It makes me feel . . . wanted. Needed.
I’m giving him something I’ve never given to anyone else. Something I never in my wildest dreams ever thought I’d give. But now, I can’t imagine not giving my blood to Severin. It’s the most vulnerable thing I can offer to him.
And I know he sees the offer for how precious it is.
He presses his length into me, rocking me softly against the plush hold of the mattress. His fingertips circle my clit again, and I feel my orgasm rising, being coaxed out by each featherlight stroke.
I bite my lip and hold my breath. And then he takes me to my peak.
When I cum, it’s hard and breathless and dizzying. It’s a swirl of color behind closed eyelids and a feeling of drifting out of my body, untethered, like a leaf caught in an autumn breeze.
Severin drives his cock into me harder, faster, never releasing his hold on my throat as he fucks me through my orgasm. I’m so wet around him, there’s no resistance as he plows me into the mattress. Even my thighs are slick, and the blanket beneath me feels damp.
I reach up, wrapping my arms around him, and dig my nails into his skin. Then I whisper, breathless, “Cum for me, Severin.”