Page 84 of Unkindness of Crimson Ravens

His blood melted in my mouth like honey. Everything spun. I almost fainted.

Francis’ loud moan interrupted my racing thoughts as he leaned against the wall.

My neck immediately longed for his mouth. “More,” I cried out without relinquishing his thumb.

His tongue brushed across my sickly wound, licking every drop of blood from my skin. “Patience, Princess.”

I all but lost my mind, for tears of joy flowed down my cheeks. “Please.”

“You will faint if I don’t stop,” Francis whispered, his fingers wrapped around my own. “What’s the matter?” His crimson thumb stroked my lips, turning me to face him.

My lips devoured his.

The taste of his blood mixed with mine destroyed any restraint left in me.

Without breaking our kiss, I forced us toward my bed. The back of my knees hit the frame as I dragged Francis’ body atop my own.

Our gazes met. His amber irises bored into my skin, burning every cell of my body. “Tell me what you need, Princess.” He leaned into me.

“You.” I caught my breath. Every cell in my body screamed for his touch. “I need you.” My hands reached for his trousers, undoing them.

“Are you certain?” he asked me carefully, yet did not stop my hands from sliding his trousers down.

“I am.” I wrapped my legs around his waist.

A loud moan escaped me without my permission as he entered my body. My hands clung onto his shoulders like a drowning person would to a straw. His lips covered every inch of my neck, his tongue cleaned my fresh wound dry. My back arched from the sensation, exposing my chest for Francis’ lips.

More.I wanted to cry.

The creature inside of me was not yet satisfied. My skin burned as his lips swept across my scar. My chest ached as his mouth covered the center of my breast. His teeth gently brushed my nipple with every thrust of his hips.Good Gods.

Each thrust attempted to tame the neverending thorns deep in my stomach, each thrust made flowers bloom with new power.

The creature demanded its orders be followed.

“Please,” a hoarse moan echoed through the room. I had no idea what I begged for.

Francis’ thumb journeyed its way to my mouth; my teeth wrapped around his finger, reinjuring his healing wound.

Francis’ moans sung in unison with my own, engulfing the room in pleasure.

His free hand drove into my thigh in a painful delight; but he retreated it in an instant, depriving my exposed skin of his touch. I swallowed the blood in my mouth as my trembling hand guided his near my bud. I drew a breath.

“I will keep you safe,” he whispered. “Just tell me to stop and I will.”

I nodded, swallowing hard. My grasp did not loosen when I placed his fingers onto my flesh. Controlling their every move, I allowed Francis’ fingers to touch me.

Each stroke healed a long broken part of me, every touch calmed my racing mind.

His hips slammed against mine, forcing the air out of me; his blood soaked my tongue, bringing me back to life.

I sucked onto his finger, refusing any drop of crimson go to waste as he buried himself deep inside of me, stretching my entrance in sweet satisfaction.

“You are divine, my Princess.” Francis' breathing heaved.

“Francis—” My body exploded in a delightful euphoria. Relief washed over me when the room filled with the sound of pleasure.

“Cordelia,” Francis’ hoarse voice stumbled through the fog in my mind when his relief filled my insides.