The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

no longer knew what I read. Until I couldn’t make sense of
the words, and the journal slipped from my grip, falling
closed on the desk, and I shamelessly writhed against his
mouth and hand. The release came all at once, rushing over
me in stunning, crashing waves.
I was still trembling when he rose above me, tearing at
his breeches. His…his cock was just as hard as the one I’d
read about, just as proud and…glistening with a bead of
liquid.
“Poppy?” he breathed as his lips danced over my jaw,
down my throat.
“Cas?”
The sound he made nearly sent me over the edge all
over again. “I just want you to know one thing.” His mouth
hovered over my wildly beating pulse before he eased me
onto my back. He gripped my hips, tugging me to the edge
of the desk. My feet slipped free of the arms of the chair. I
curled my legs around his waist as his lips skated down my
throat, over my chest, and to the aching tip of a breast. “I’m
still in complete control.”
He thrust into me at the same moment his fangs pierced
my skin. Twin bursts of fiery pain lanced my breast, stunning
me for a brief second, and then my entire body spasmed at
the deep, staggering pull of his mouth. He devoured, and he
fucked, just as he’d said he wanted to. Heat flowed through
my body, igniting a fire that couldn’t be controlled. He drank
from me as his body moved in and out of me, and when he
lifted his head from the tingling skin of my breast and bit
into his wrist, I didn’t look away from the bright red liquid
welling on his skin.
“Just in case you need it,” he rasped, lips smeared
crimson with my blood, with his.
I didn’t think about it. Maybe later I would wonder why it
felt so natural to sit up and close my mouth over the wound,
and what that could signify for later, but I was beyond
thinking.