Page 164 of Kingly Bitten

“You’re going to fuck me to death,” she accused, her voice hoarse.

“Good thing you’ll just come right back,” I teased, crawling up her beautifully pleasured form and purposely settling between her thighs.

She jumped as the head of my cock touched her swollen bud, her lips immediately parting on a groan of pleasure-pain.

I kissed her gently, acknowledging her body’s need to recover, and bit my tongue before slipping it inside her mouth. She sucked greedily in response, her desire for my blood overtaking her ability to think. But after two swallows, she relaxed beneath me, her body well on the way to recovery already.

Calina sighed and drew her nails up my back to my nape, holding me to her as we lazed together for a few more tender minutes.

Our embrace remained soft and fluid, our minds entirely open to the other.

You said you loved me, she marveled.

I nuzzled her nose and grinned against her mouth. “Yes, I did.” I nipped her lower lip, not harshly, just adoringly. “I meant it, too.”

Her eyes—which were still blue with no signs of green—captured and held mine. “You do,” she replied. “I can feel it.”

“Mmm.” I pressed myself against the dampness between her thighs. “That’s just my cock, sweetheart.” I pulled back to look at her. “No, wait, that’s just myvampire prowess.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Jace prowessis more accurate.”

“Hmm,” I hummed. “I like the sound of that.”

“Of course you do. You’re just arrogant enough to claim full responsibility for all this.” She gestured between us, her eyebrow raised in a taunt.

I gave her an affronted look. “You know I take that kind of sass as a challenge, right?”

“I do.”

“Well, I’m going to require ample testing scenarios now,” I pressed.

She pretended to consider. “I accept.”

“Of course you do,” I said, purposely repeating her words. “You’re just the kind of researcher who would desire a myriad of test rounds in the lab.” I sighed dramatically. “My cock is going to be exhausted when you’re done.”

“Seems only fair after what you just put me through today,” she pointed out.

“Oh, that was just me proving my devotion,” I told her. “And testing your ability to keep up with my hunger.”

“How did I do?”

“Beautifully,” I admitted, smiling. “But I’ll need more evidence to fully confirm your stamina.”

She nodded, her expression taking on a serious gleam. “It’s wise to test a theory more than once. One time might be a fluke.”

“Doubtful, but I’ll enjoy achieving the same results over and over again.” I nearly started on that challenge; however, a change in pressure told me we were on our final descent.

So I just kissed her instead.

Holding her all the way until we landed.

Then I ensured her wounds were all healed and helped her dress. It was a shame to cover all those curves, but I didn’t want anyone else to admire her apart from me. Hence the long-sleeved black shirt and jeans. I adorned a similar attire, only with dress pants instead of jeans.

I sensed Damien waiting in the lounge area of the jet before we exited the bedroom, his leather and spice scent familiar.

He stood as we entered, his expression telling me I wasn’t going to like whatever he had to say.

Which meant it could only be one thing.