Page 63 of House of Darkness (The Fallen Star #1)

ESTRELLA

Roman was on me in seconds, pinning me to the bed, his legs holding mine open.

Around us swirled nothing but his darkness.

I reveled in the fact that he finally trusted me enough to become undone.

The jagged swirls of blackness over his skin were like art on a perfect canvas, and those black eyes burned with a fire that threatened to turn us both to ash. I worshipped the heat.

He bared his fully extended fangs and leaned toward me, but I unsheathed the blade at my thigh, teasingly pressing it against his chest. I knew how he looked at me during training—my masochist loved the danger.

“Careful. Don’t make me use this.”

His smile was predatory. “Do it. Make me bleed.”

Before I could react, he lowered himself onto the knife. I held it steady as the blade sank hilt-deep into his heart. He chuckled, then sat back on his knees. “This brings me back.”

In one clean motion, he pulled the knife free, running that demonic tongue along the flat of the blade before tossing it aside.

Blood poured from the open wound like a river, coating his chest and dripping onto my stomach.

He wiped his hand over the gash, smearing his tattoo with a crude blanket of gore.

Then he covered my mouth with his bloodied hand, the coppery taste trickling between my lips.

He surveyed me with an intensity that threatened to burn me from the inside out.

Maybe I should have feared that fervor, but it only fueled my desire.

I couldn’t bring myself to care what that said about me; it simply meant we were perfect for each other.

His hand left my mouth, and he smiled at the perfect bloody handprint now adorning my cheeks.

“Seeing you covered in my blood does things to me, babydoll.”

Though desire wound him tight, he barely moved, holding back even after everything. The thought that he might still fear pushing me too far hurt. I needed him to know I was ready to fall into that abyss with him.

I licked my lips clean and hummed happily at the taste, especially as his blood left a hot tingling down my throat that made my vision fuzzy. I reached up and drew a heart in the gore over his rapidly closing wound before sucking my finger clean. I giggled at the shock on his face.

“When are you going to learn that you can’t scare me off?”

His shock quickly morphed into a smug, crazed satisfaction. He descended upon me, framing my face with his arms. “It’s like you were fucking made for me.”

Then his mouth was on mine, his tongue pressing against my teeth, and I opened for him willingly. The coppery taste twisted with his saliva in a tantalizing, delectable way. With one smooth thrust, he was buried deep inside me, his size threatening to split me in two.

I screamed a moan that he swallowed. He set a punishing pace, making it impossible to focus on anything but the feeling of him within me.

My nails dug mercilessly into his shoulders, drawing blood.

He moaned at the pain but didn’t relent.

This was nothing like before. This was a primal, psychotic obsession we both shared.

He released my lips, sliding his tongue up my cheek. A soft hum reverberated through him, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. Then his fangs sank into that sweet spot on my neck, and I saw stars. My legs curled around him like a vise, the sounds leaving my lips hardly even human.

“Fuck, doll, you taste so good,” he moaned, the words hot against my neck.

He pulled me tighter, and I squirmed against him.

I was close—he must have known it, too, driven by some primal connection I didn’t fully understand.

Nothing mattered but the feeling of him inside me, this perfect angel of sin dragging me to the depths with him.

I wanted him to slip into that darkness with me.

I brushed my lips over the shell of his ear. “I’m going to come on your cock covered in your blood, baby. Don’t stop.”

“Holy fuck, Estrella,” he moaned through gritted teeth. His nails dug into my back as he slammed into me viciously.

I bit down on his neck to stifle my scream, my nails clawing at his arms as if they could anchor me to the shred of sanity I had left. They didn’t. We fell into bliss, our moans blending together as he filled me.

I was shaking, my body slick with sweat and blood. I let out a long breath, and he laughed. “Oh, babydoll, we aren’t done. Not even close.”

He worked his way down my front until his mouth was between my legs. The tenderness of the kiss he placed at my center sent my mind spinning. His tongue flicked across my sore clit, agonizingly slow, then dragged over my center. “Now it’s your turn to beg, Your Highness.”