Page 18 of Velvet Folds (Velvet)

Chapter 18

In which our heroine is distracted

Face buried in the blanket, I try not to move, even as his tongue makes my hips want to rock against him.

The salve Mrs. Pegg used has numbed the pain, but it has not disappeared and if I pretend that it has, it will only be worse in the morning.

He worships my velvet folds like they are the best and sweetest delight he’s ever tasted.

But nothing lasts forever and I come softly, as his tongue coaxes the orgasm from me.

He hadn’t wanted to hurt me, and he’d managed to ensure that I didn’t hurt myself.

Moments later, he has me in his arms and in his lap as he moves backward on the bed until he is seated against the ornate headboard.

I don’t wait for him to take me. I move my hips, adjusting until he’s inside of me and sigh with relief.

“I was made for you,” I tell him again. “And you were made for me.”

“That is something you will never hear me argue.”

Tip my head to the side, offering my neck to him and he takes it.

What I had thought was a trick of his first bite is there again. Something hot and dark floods my veins. Something that wasn’t present when he drank from me days ago.

I want it. I want everything.

His cock buried in my velvet folds, our hips rocking together as he drinks me down, I let my eyes flutter closed and give in to the sensation. It turns my vision red bright against the back of my eyelids.

“You asked me who I belonged to.” I grip him tighter, wanting more and more of him. “I’m yours.”

He retracts his fangs from me and blood trickles down to pool in my collar bone. “I know. Fate doesn’t make mistakes.”

He kisses me and the blood on his lips—my blood—tastes oddly sweet.

“I love you.” I whisper the words against his mouth and I feel him smile.

“I love you too.” Pressing a kiss to my palm, he says, “Everything that I am is yours, if you’ll take it.”

He drinks more deeply this time, and my head is swimming by the end. But there’s no pain, my body is distracted as he fills my velvet folds.

Every moment his fangs are inside of me feels more perfect than the next.

He pulls me down onto him that last inch, locking me inside of him with that bulging knot as he comes, eyes screwed shut, abdomen twitching…

“A lifetime of worshiping these velvet folds won’t be enough.” He presses a kiss to the flat of my breast. “Ten lifetimes spent worshiping you wouldn’t be enough.”

“I suppose we had better make this lifetime last as long as we can.”