The Blood is Love (Dark Eyes 2)

He bristles enough to make my heart flinch. Oh, he did not like that comment.

His chin lowers as he glowers at me beneath his dark brows. “We all have our insecurities,” he says after a moment.

Okay, now we’re on to something interesting. “What insecurities? You knew I was meant you from the beginning, didn’t you?”

“Knowing and believing are two different things.”

“Are they? Because they sound the same to me. And anyway, I did care. You saw that I did.”

“I wanted to see if you’d care,” he goes on, “and I wanted to stay in control. There’s a reason why I never filled in the many blanks you had. I knew you lost a lot of time, that there was a lot you didn’t remember about that period. But the more you knew, the less that I had an advantage over you. You not knowing kept you on shaky ground. I didn’t want to give up an ounce of the power that I had over you.”

I blink. “That’s fucked up, Solon.”

He stares back at me steadily. “Yes, well. I suppose I’m a little fucked up then.” He runs his hand back through my hair, nails scraping along my scalp, making my eyes flutter. “But that was then. This is now. Now we are equals, and if anything, you’re the one with the power over me.”

Heat blooms in my chest. To think I have any power over this vampire…

I bite my lip and meet his intense gaze as his words settle into me, finding their way into my depths, spurring a warmth between my legs. “Well, as the person holding all the power, I think I’d like you to get in that bedroom and serve me.”

His eyes gleam. “Very well.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me into the bedroom, practically throwing me across the room so I stumble backward onto the bed. He kicks the door closed and in a flash he’s on top of me.

I’m in a burgundy baby-doll dress and leggings and boots, he’s in a suit, but unlike the last time we got naked, where he moved at supersonic speed, this time he’s taking things slowly. He unzips my boots, tossing them across the room, before reaching under my dress and curling his fingers along the waistband of my leggings, carefully easing them down over my thighs.

I prop myself up as his tongue flicks out, tasting the skin under my knee, then running up the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs until his nose brushes against my lace underwear.

He makes an appreciative noise, but he doesn’t pull them off, not yet. Instead, he sucks at my clit through the delicate fabric, the barrier both making me moan loudly and preventing me from being overstimulated. Once again, even though I’m supposedly in control, he’s the one controlling when I come by holding back just enough.

But as he sucks and I grow wetter and my panties are absolutely soaked and his tongue presses against me, I succumb to the sensations, lying back, letting it wash over my body until I’m sinking into the bed. Over and over the pressure builds and his mouth is relentless, and I keep chasing after the sweet relief.

Then, when I’m close to coming, bucking my hips up against his jaw so hard that I might crack a tooth, he pulls away and lets out a mirthless laugh.

“Not fair,” I protest breathlessly. So, so close.

“Never is, is it?” he murmurs, prowling over me, pulling my dress up and over my head until I’m just in my bra and underwear. He takes a long, lazy look at my body, my skin prickling under the heat of his gaze.

“You can’t let me be in control for one second, can you?” I ask.

A flash of a wicked grin. He reaches for the cups of my bra and pulls the lace down so my breasts are exposed. His fingers trail over them, lightly skimming over my nipples, the friction causing them to harden tightly. He stares at them in awe and hunger before dipping his head, his tongue swooping over the full curve of my breast before swirling around the middle, sucking in my nipple between sharp teeth.

“Oh god,” I cry out softly, making fists in the sheets, and I swear Solon can make me come just from sucking on my tits and nothing else.

“I can be your god,” he murmurs against my skin, pausing to flick my nipple with his tongue. “I can be anything you want.”

“You are my god,” I manage to say through a throaty moan. “Fuck, Solon.”

He licks and sucks and teases and my whole body is writhing.

It’s so good.

This is so good.

Then he takes off my bra, peels off my soaked underwear, until I’m naked and desperate beneath him, my body on fire, begging for him to put the flames out.