Page 12 of Crimson Devotion (The Sacred Seven #1)

TWELVE

Ophelia

The door of my bedroom room bursts open, and Faith strolls inside.

She’s still barefoot, her hair damp from the previous shower.

My heart skips a beat at the sight of her wearing my dress, and somehow, it fits her better than it ever fit me.

Her chest moves with each step she takes, and it pains me to look away.

I’m still trying to get used to the beating of my heart.

It’s been too long since I left felt it, and it’s foreign.

With the heightened senses, my heartbeat is all I can hear, and I still haven’t quite figured out how to block the noise out.

It’s distracting, and more than that, it’s a fucking weakness.

Faith pauses, and right when I’m bracing myself for the argument that’s inevitably going to ensue, she frowns. Taken aback, I sit up straight on the bed, looking at her. Her eyes drift from my face to all the blood bags around me.

“What are you doing?”

“Snacking.’’

She blinks. “Snacking on blood?”

I shrug. “It’s not like I can actually taste anything else. Besides, it’s been a while since I last fed.’’

Slowly, Faith approaches the bed. Her eyes are glued to the blood bags between my legs, stopping right at the edge of the bed.

The golden irises brighten a shade, and the way her breathing becomes heavy, I can tell my girl is starving.

With a smirk, I pop the lid open of one of the blood bags, offering it to her.

“Hungry?”

Greedily, Faith snatches it from my hands, and takes a seat between my legs, tossing the rest of the blood bags around the bed. Her back is turned to me, and her delicious scent makes it impossible for me to resist.

My hands wrap around her torso, pulling her toward me, until her back is flush against my chest. I dip my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. And suddenly, my life is easy.

Nothing else matters but this moment. Holding my little hunter in my arms feels as if I’m the richest person alive. Her heartbeat calms me, and the feeling of her body pressed against mine tightly is enough to mute out the voices in my head.

I lift my head from the crook of her neck, ever-so-slightly, glancing at the reflection in the mirror across from us. Heat pools in the pit of my stomach at one of the most beautiful, most erotic sights I’ve ever seen.

Faith is half-done with the blood bag, drinking as if her life depends on it.

She squeezed it a little too tightly, still unable to hold back her strength, and created a couple of holes in the bag with her nails.

The blood drips down her chin, falling onto her ample chest, and I cannot tear my eyes away.

A low moan comes from the deepest parts of my throat, one of my hands slowly running up her side, going up and down a couple of times. By the time Faith finishes with the blood, she forces herself out of the delirium blood provides, looking at me through the reflection in the mirror.

Her breath hitches, and my right hand slowly starts creating small patterns all over her thigh, almost mindlessly. Our eyes lock in the mirror, and neither of us wants to look away. Softly, I press a kiss to the mark on her neck, feeling her shiver under my lips.

“You know,’’ I murmur, keeping my voice sweet, soft. “We vampires feel everything heightened. What do you think happens when we receive pleasure, little hunter? Especially by our mate. I haven’t experienced it yet, but I’ve heard that it feels better than any drug ever could.’’

Faith swallows, the small hairs on her neck standing up straight. I chuckle against her neck, continuing to pepper kisses on the sensitive flesh.

Her pretty lips part slightly, and her eyes widen when my hand moves upward, gently caressing the underside of her chest. The dress itself isn’t designed to wear a bra with it, and given that Faith came here unprepared, I know she doesn’t have one. Especially not right now.

My right hand clutches the fabric of the dress on her thigh, lifting it up. Her thick thighs look so inviting — so fucking biteable. All I want to do is sink my teeth into the tender skin, to leave hickeys behind, to love and worship this beautiful body of hers.

“Ophelia,’’ she breathes out, and it sends shock waves directly to my core. I have to close my eyes for a couple of moments to compose myself, clenching my jaw to prevent myself from rushing this too much.

But it’s next to impossible.

She’s irresistible. I don’t know if it’s because she’s simply the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on, or the fact that she’s my mate, but the point remains — I’m barely holding myself back from ravishing her like a fucking beast and scaring her away.

“Yes, little hunter?”

Faith’s breath hitches, the soft noise causing something to snap inside me. The pure, raw, animalistic need to have this girl slowly wins, and there’s nothing I can do to stop myself.

Not when she’s looking so sweet, sitting between my legs, just begging to be touched. I squeeze her thigh, provoking a small moan from her. My entire body shudders at the sound, and I’m too far gone to be reasoned with.

“What are you doing to me?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper. I’m unsure if she’s asking me, or if she’s questioning herself. Either way, she’s not stopping me, and that’s enough for me to continue.

I slip my hand farther up her thigh, playing with the lace underwear underneath. She freezes for a moment, and right when I think she’s about to push me off, she gives me the neediest look in the mirror, then parts her legs.

A low, deep moan comes from me when my fingertips graze her most sensitive parts, finding her drenched. Without waiting another moment, my fingers hook on the hem of her panties, pulling and ripping them apart. Faith gasps, then swallows, her throat moving up and down.

“Let me take care of you, little hunter,’’ I hum against the column of her neck, loving the way her body starts to give in. She leans back into me, my fingers parting her labia, softly stroking her everywhere except where she needs me the most.

“Ophelia, please,’’ she whimpers, the soft tone of her voice making my eyes roll to the back of my head in pure ecstasy. “I need you.’’

“What do you need, sweetheart?” I tease, my other hand reaching up to pull the top part of her dress down a little. Her breasts spill out of the fabric, and they are fucking perfect. Big, heavy, and ready for my teeth marks to be left all over.

“I need you to touch me, please.’’ The gentle words leave her lips, and that’s all I need.

In an instant, I flip us over so I’m on top of her. Her eyes widen a fraction, because I know what I must look like — a starved animal. I push her legs farther apart with my knees, head dipping down and taking one of her nipples in my mouth.

Faith doesn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure, hands threading through my hair to keep me right there. My right hand squeezes her other breast, and I can’t help but moan at the weight in my hand. She’s the most perfect creature ever created.

My left hand lowers to her pussy, finally stroking her clit. Her body arches into my touch, the scent of arousal filling the room. I dip my middle finger inside her, the heat of her inner walls giving me chills.

I look up at her and my breath gets knocked from my lungs. Her eyes are glossy with need, the gold irises glowing slightly. Her plump lips are parted a little, her damp hair messy, a couple of strands falling over her face.

My eyes hold hers, and I bite down on her left breast. She screams out, and I moan at the taste of blood that coats my tongue. Her body starts trembling in pleasure, eyes wide in shock. I add another finger, and her legs part farther for me.

I start pumping my fingers in and out of her, the blood dripping down my chin. She looks equal parts shocked and aroused. Her hands tighten in my hair, and she yanks me off her chest.

Before I can register what’s happening, she pulls me into a kiss.

She sucks the blood off my tongue, then kisses me with a passion of a thousand starry nights. My heart flutters, dizziness overwhelming me. It’s intense — the way she brings one of her hands and wraps it around my throat to pull me closer.

My fingers pick up the pace, and Faith moans into the kiss. I swallow her moan, smirking slightly when I feel her pussy clench around my fingers, sucking them in deeper. She’s trembling beneath me, and with the low, accidental whimpers, I can tell that she’s getting close.

“Is my pretty girl going to come on my fingers?” I murmur against her lips, and she gasps. I suck on her bottom lip, rolling her between my teeth, grazing the sensitive flesh ever-so-slightly.

Her hips buck against my fingers, my palm pressing against her clit. Faith’s hand moves to grip my shoulders, breaking the kiss. She’s panting, her breathing heavy, and when her golden eyes locked with mine, I’m momentarily stunned.

Everything around me starts spinning, my heart hammering against my ribcage. Right now, my entire world is in my arms, and the thought of having to let go of it causes me physical pain.

“Ophelia, please,’’ she whispers.

“Please, what?”

“Please make me come.’’

Her gentle plea stirs something primal inside me, something possessive. My hand reaches to squeeze her hip, my head dipping into the crook of her neck. I dart my tongue out to taste her skin, the scent of lavender making me dizzy. I bite down on the same mark, drawing blood from her flesh.

Faith screams out in pleasure, her body trembling as she comes on my fingers. I don’t stop moving them, trying to prolong her orgasm as much as possible. Her nails dig into my shoulders, creating small crescent moon wounds that will undoubtedly heal within a minute.

I slurp up all the blood, before slowly removing my fingers from her pussy. Bringing them to my lips, I suck them clean. My eyes close, and a rumble comes from my throat. She tastes just like I thought she’d taste — irrevocably mine.

The moment I open my eyes, I’m greeted with the prettiest fucking sight.

My pretty girl still trembling, her dress ruined, and the teeth mark on her breast from a moment ago. I take a moment to admire the view before it all heals, and I can’t help but feel excitement at the prospect of creating new marks all over her body, every single day.

Faith slowly comes down from the high, hands dropping from my shoulders. She’s panting, swallowing thickly, and looking at me with something I could only describe as awe. I lift an amused eyebrow, lying between her legs, my head resting on her stomach.

“I told you it’s very different from human pleasure.’’

“And you weren’t kidding.’’ She laughs. “It was the best orgasm I’ve had in my life.’’

“Good.’’ I smile in triumph. “Rest up, because I’m not done with you yet.’’

Faith blinks, then a lazy smirk tugs on my lips. “Really? What else are you going to do?”

“I’ll show you what it feels like to be worshipped, little hunter.’’