Chapter 56 Komal #2
When our lips collide, it ignites a fire that won’t burn out. His hands tangle in my hair, while I fasten my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until his damp trousers make wet spots on mine.
It’s not enough. I need more, more, more of this man.
My fingers trail between us, dusting over the buttons of his shirt and down to his trousers.
He laughs against my mouth. “Let me help you with that.”
The air shifts around us as the vines uncoil from his wrists, sliding between us and unbuttoning his shirt and skilfully removing his trousers.
They toss the clothes onto a pile of leaves, leaving a very naked, very beautiful man, vines protruding from his skin and coiling around him like a wild forest god.
My wild forest god.
“Your turn?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, please,” I murmur, not able to take my eyes off him.
The vines trail lightly over the skin of my cheek, and then down the sweater I’d changed into at Black Crag. I want to keep my eyes on Augustin, but there is something beautiful about watching the vines slowly peel off my clothing and toss them into the trees.
Once we’re both naked, he pulls me down onto the softest bed of moss and flowers. The vines slowly reel back into the tattoos that circle his forearms.
I pout. “Oh, man, I thought they were going to stay out and play with us.”
Augustin laughs. “You like the vines?”
“I more than like them,” I say, taking one of his wrists and kissing it.
I gasp as a pulse grips my pussy walls. I look down to see a tendril protruding from his other wrist to cup my core, vibrating against it.
I moan, leaning into the pleasure.
“Do you want more, Komal?” he asks, the vines teasing just my outer lips. “Remember, you don’t get anything unless you ask for it.”
“Yes, please.”
“That’s my greedy girl,” he growls, sliding his vine tendrils inside of me, rubbing them over the exact spot that has me howling, my legs turning into jelly. He leans back and gazes down at me like he can’t decide if he’ll kiss me or bite me. I’m down for either.
His vines pick up speed, rubbing and stretching my walls, bringing me so close. I watch him watching me, that deliciously smug little smile playing on his lips, his golden eyes like twin flames lighting my way through the darkness.
I lean back against the soft earth, losing myself in the unique sensations, feeling myself get closer and…
Just as I’m about to fall over the edge into happy oblivion, the vines twist away, leaving me whimpering.
“I didn’t ask you to stop—” I start, but then his mouth seals over my clit, sucking hard before plunging his tongue inside me.
Now I fall apart. My body trembles around him, my legs clamping over his head.
“That’s my greedy girl.” He kisses my soft hair the same way he kisses the top of my head, before sliding up so he’s hovering over me.
“Stop being all smug and kiss me,” I command.
He takes great pleasure in obeying, his lips cool but urgent, our tongues tangling together, ravenous for each other.
“What do you want now?” he whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe with his fangs.
“I—”
He kisses a trail down my neck, sending delicious shivers through me. “I’m waiting.”
My cheeks are aflame. My pulse races, skittering against the underside of my skin.
“I want you to give me the Kiss.”
He stops, his fangs resting against my skin. I feel the sharp press of them, the delicious promise. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I’m in the Nevermore Coven with Winnie and Arabella.
I know exactly what I’m asking. I want you to make me yours, forever.
I want to love all of you, Augustin, even the part that’s the monster.
I don’t think monsters are scary. I think they’re beautiful and misunderstood and kind of hot. Let’s be monsters together.”
“I’m in danger of becoming addicted to you,” he murmurs against my skin. “The last time, you tasted so amazing, I struggled to stop. I’ve never given someone the Kiss before—”
“I trust you.” I grip his shoulder. “Let’s make it fun. You said that tonight is about what I want. I want your cock and fangs inside me. Now.”
“As you wish.”
He positions himself over me, nudging my legs open with his knees.
With a long sigh, he thrusts deep, not waiting for me to adjust to him, but burying himself completely in one long, aching stroke.
It’s just the right side of pain, a little fizz along my spine that reminds me he’s mine, and he’s not human, and soon I won’t be, either.
He scrapes his fangs over the skin of my neck, the sensation drawing up something wild within me. And then, he draws back, his breath a longing sigh, and slams into me as he bites down.
The world unthreads.
The first press of his fangs is a bright spark, like lightning meeting the standing stones. And then his fangs sink deeper as he slides his cock inside me, and everything I am detonates into light. My thoughts scatter away like dust on a breeze.
It’s a pleasure so deep that it claws me open from the inside, turning every nerve into an instrument that sings his name. The world expands and dissolves into a warm, shimmering galaxy revolving around the places where his lips and cock possess me.
He drinks.
It’s a slow, devastating pull, like he’s siphoning not just my blood but everything broken inside of me. His body anchors me, his cock driving deep, his hands holding me tight, reminding me that he may be a monster, but he’s my monster, and I’m safe with him.
And then he lifts his mouth for a moment to bite his own wrist, before returning to my neck. He presses his flesh against my lips, and his blood dribbles into my mouth, then becomes a flood.
I drink.
I lift out of my body until I’m no longer flesh, no longer fear, no longer the girl who tries too hard and pleases too much. I am brightness. I am fire. I am made of starlight.
Euphoria crashes through my veins, cresting higher until I’m certain I’ll be torn apart by the sheer pleasure of it. I no longer know what is his bite and what is my hunger and what is my release. All I know is that it sends me to another world.
He withdraws, and it’s like being dropped back into my body from a great height. The starlight dims, the warmth collapses, leaving only my trembling, earthly body in his arms.
“You will sleep now,” he whispers. “And when you wake, you will be one of us. You will be mine.”