Page 227 of Claimed By Fangs and Darkness

“Yes, Kylo.”

He spat in my mouth. “Then be a good girl and swallow.”

I swallowed. I tried to push his brick wall of a body, but it was a futile effort.

Kylo lifted a brow with a dimpled grin. “What are you aiming for, silly girl?”

“My turn.” I scrunched my brows as I pushed again.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Kylo groaned. He rolled off me with a chuckle, allowing me to straddle him next.

I grabbed Kylo’s dagger and dragged it up his body, staring down at him intently.

Kylo’s eyes rolled back. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier, you threaten me with my own weapon.”

“Tell me who you belong to in this life and every life after,” I growled, blade to his throat.

Kylo bit his lower lip, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. “I belong to you—mind, body, and soul—in this life and every life after.”

I grinned.

“Please sit on my face and let me grovel for your forgiveness, angel,” Kylo said, staring between my thighs like a man dying of thirst.

I sheathed his weapon and did as he asked. “Because you used your manners.”

Kylo’s chuckle rumbled against my core. I gasped, melting into the slow strokes of his skilled tongue.

“Oh, how I’ve missed my perfect little doll,” Kylo mused, his grip on my hips tightening.

I moaned, unabashedly chasing my pleasure as I rocked against Kylo’s mouth. He pulled my clit into his mouth and pulsed, and I fell over the peak near-instantly.

When I tried to move, shadows roped around me and kept me in place.

“I’m not finished,” Kylo said firmly.

When his fangs scraped against the most sensitive part of me, I squealed. He laughed.

“Aw, look how wet my angel is,” he taunted, plunging two fingers inside me. “This time, I want you to remember how it felt to fight side by side. The hundreds of demons we killed together, the blood we shared. I want you to think about how fucking powerful we are as you come on my tongue.”

I nodded, at a loss for words the moment he began to feast on me again. I did as he asked. I pictured what our enemies must’ve seen, two beings of godlike power fused at the soul. The lightning I’d wielded, the fury of shadows Kylo commanded, the evidence of our violent, obsessive brand of love.

For each other and for the world—the world we built together.

I came hard. The witch light flickered. Kylo rolled on top of me and filled me with his cock as he stared into my eyes.

“That’s my good girl.”

He grinned, then reached for his dagger again and made a small but deep cut on his wrist. “Drink,” he ordered.

My breath hitched, remembering the trauma of Juliette breaking this sacred bond between us.

I sucked Kylo’s wrist gratefully as he stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. He gently rocked, in and out. When I swallowed, he buried himself deep. I cried out at the stretch, the fullness, and he put a hand over my mouth.

“Shhh, I know you can take your God’s cock,” he soothed. “And now he will once again know exactly how hard and fastyour heart is beating. He will know where to track, hunt, and capture you at all times.” His next word was a whisper against my lips. “Mine.”

I nodded, blissful as I melted into the carpet. “Yours.”

Kylo was gentle with me tonight. We were both soothed beyond words to have my blood marked again. What started off as animalistic shifted into a softer kind of claiming. We relished it—exploring each other’s bodies with tenderness and melting into the pleasure of being this close with another person. We spoke in each other’s minds through our shadows. We laughed at half-formed jokes. We read each other’s thoughts as if we’d been doing it for years.