Page 31 of Blood Ties (City of Blood #1)

“Good girl. Come for me. Can you come for me?” The circles get smaller and harder until he is thrumming my clit in rhythm with his hips, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

He tightens his hold on my neck a little more every minute I get closer to my orgasm.

I feel myself start to fall over the edge and his hand squeezes tighter and tighter, slowing the blood flow and granting me euphoria as I come on his cock.

“Fuck, baby, thats it. You’re so wet. You feel so good wrapped around me, squeezing me. This is perfect, you’re perfect.” His hip thrusts become a little more erratic as he continues to fuck me, touching a glorious spot deep inside me that elicits a moan everytime he hits it.

“Yes, baby, I’m going to come. Do you want me to bite you? Elina, do you want it?” He looks at me seriously like he is trying to concentrate despite being on the edge of oblivion.

“Yes, Bash, bite me.”

He falls on my body, still thrusting inside me and starts rubbing my clit again.

Before I can even catch my breath, I am on the edge with him.

His breath is ragged against my pulse, his limbs shaking with restraint.

I can’t tell if it’s need for my body or for my blood.

“Yes, Tesoro, come with me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock when I fill you up and my teeth are inside you.

Come on, baby, it's time.” I fall over the edge and scream his name as I feel a prickle in my neck.

Something snaps between us, and I feel whole and perfect, but vulnerable.

I feel him drawing my blood out of my throat while I continue to pulse around him and he thrusts deeply inside me.

He twitches inside me and his back tenses beneath my fingertips grasping onto him.

Finally, he stills and starts licking the side of my neck.

Lifting his head, I see the pupils in his grey eyes blown wide. There is a faint pink tinge to his lips. “What…that was…fuck!” He rolls over to lay next to me, panting.

“Yeah,” is all I can say. He rolls a little bit and grabs hold of me, fitting us together like two puzzle pieces, my back to his front. He feels so perfect and right pressed against me, and I don’t know if I ever want to leave this bed. Laying my head on his arm, I fall asleep.

I wake up some time later and we haven’t moved.

I know Bash isn’t asleep, it’s sometime in early morning hours.

His erection is pressing into my ass and he tightens his hold on my waist as he kisses my neck.

“Hey, Beautiful. Did you know you do this cute little snoring thing that sounds like a chipmunk.” He does this mortifying impression of me and I want to disappear.

I can feel him laughing against my back.

Reaching down, he slides his hand between my thighs and starts rubbing me.

Pulling his hand back, he licks his fingers and dives back in, sliding them gently into me.

“Are you sore, Tesoro? I didn’t get to clean you up after, you fell asleep so fast.”

“A little, but it’s ok. It makes me think of you,” I whisper into the dark.

He is moving his fingers slowly in and out of me, loosening me up and getting me wetter by the second.

He pulls his hips away from me and repositions himself until he is lined up with my opening and slides inside me. I hiss at the intrusion.

“Shh, baby.” He smooths my hair and kisses my neck.

Soon, we are in a calm rhythm, moving together, the pleasure building between us.

I moan every time he thrusts, his breathing heavy against my neck.

He uses his fingers to pull me to the edge and I feel him start to swell inside me.

“God, you’re perfect. I love you so fucking much.

I would gladly spend the rest of eternity inside you.

This is where I belong. Fuck, baby, good girl.

Come for me, I know you’re almost there.

I want to feel you grab onto my cock.” His words murmured low in my ear turn to Italian.

“Voglio stare con te fino all’ultima luna.

Siamo fatti l’uno per l’altro. In eterno.

” I come, shuddering and crying out, followed by him burying his head into my shoulder as he pushes as deep inside me as he can.

He slides out of bed, leaving me panting, and goes into the bathroom. I fall back asleep before he returns.

A few hours later, I awake again. This time, he is resting beside me.

He lays flat on his back. Breathing slow and shallow.

He doesn't move a single muscle. It is exactly as Sarah said—it looks as though he is dead. I take a few moments to study his still form. He’s only wearing tight black boxer briefs and I can see all of his tattoos clearly for the first time.

Across his pecs and over his shoulders is a giant raven, wings as black as night.

The one eye I can see is blood red. The black swirls on his neck are actually smoke and I wish I could roll him over and see the back.

I don’t know the city he has tattooed on his arm, but it’s old.

A few Italian words jump out at me ‘in eterno’, ‘Corvo’, ‘Sangue’.

Rolling over to the edge, on the bedside table I find a glass of water, a bottle of pain relievers, and a note.

My love, tesoro mio,

I have gone to my rest as you have no doubt noticed.

The pain relievers are for if you’re sore.

In the bathroom, you will find your pendant where you left it on the counter.

You will also find a pile of clothing. They are a little big, but I adore the idea of you going home smelling of me, in my clothes.

I left you something else. It’s for you and Sarah.

The sun is stealing me from you today but my dreams are yours.

Your smell and taste consume my body, and thoughts of you consume my soul. I am yours in eterno.

Love, truly yours, Bash

Walking into the bathroom, I find the things he left for me.

My pendant is exactly where I put it, along with a pair of workout shorts, that are passable if I pull the string tight and roll them up, and a black t-shirt.

I’ve never seen Bash in a t-shirt but since it is his, he must wear them sometimes.

I am stuck wearing my own boots. I gather my dirty clothes and put them in the bag he left me. I can’t find my panties though.

There is an envelope on the counter and inside is a stack of $100s with a sticky note that says, “Have fun.” I laugh.

That must be what he meant by something for me and Sarah.

I’m not for sale, but it’s hard to turn down an order like that from the man you love.

Walking back into his room, I set my bag down and pick up his note, turning it over to jot on the back.

Bash,

I meant what I said when I was drunk.

x-Elina

Grabbing my stuff I head out the front door and nearly run right into a large man in a suit.

“Oh, excuse me,” I say as I try to side step him.

“Ms. Girard, I was told to wait for you and to drive you wherever you want to go this morning.” Of course, this is my ride to Sarah’s. And so, off we go to get my best friend.

“Hey Lina, what are you doing here and who’s the suit?” She looks behind me at a man standing by the black SUV on the curb.

I push her through the door into her house. “He’s enthrall, I think. Or maybe the hired help? Hard to say. Bash gave him to me for the day, so I’m here to take you out. Bash wants us to have a little fun today, his treat, so whatever you want to do, let’s do it.”

“Did you stay with him last night? How was it?”

“Get ready, I’ll tell you in the car,” I tease, wagging my eyebrows suggestively. She snorts with laughter.

In the afternoon, Sarah and I have full stomachs, manicured nails, new clothes, and are ready for work.

I didn’t know I needed a day for us to reconnect and relax, but it was so nice to not worry about everything for a while.

Last night was the most perfect night of my life and I can’t wait to see Bash again.

When he walks into the bar about a half an hour after sunset, I greet him with a huge smile and come around the bar to hug him. He lifts me off my feet and kisses me gently before taking up his usual spot at the bar. I bring over his customary whiskey. “Hey, Bash.”

“Hey, Tesoro. Did you have a good day?” He watches me knowingly over the top of his whiskey.

“You know I did. We went to brunch and had mimosas. We went shopping and I got some new stuff for you to laugh at when I wear it. I also got my fingers and toes painted. Thank you, Bash. It means a lot that you did that for us.”

“Your toes, huh? I’ll have to check them out. I can’t wait to see what new panties you have in store for me.”

Blushing, I level him a look. “Speaking of panties, mine seemed to be missing from the pile of clothes this morning. Do you know anything about that?”

“Hmm, that is very odd. Perhaps you left them somewhere—or someone took them.”

“That’s naughty naughty of you, Bash.”

He laughs at me. “I’m sure. But they had a little message only for me,” and he winks. Winks! My stomach flutters a little and he takes a big inhale through his nose and gives me a knowing look.

“I know that we have plans with Sarah and Ethan on Sunday, but after, we have been invited to meet with my mother.” I stiffen where I lean against the bar.

“I know it's a little soon, but she makes the rules and I follow them—or so I’m told. Don’t be intimidated though, she will be on her best behavior. ”

“If you say so.” I sigh as I walk away. All my relaxed feelings from earlier, gone.