Of Blood And Snow - Paranormal Romance Serial Ebook

Chapter 26

Scarlet’s fingers traced patterns on his bare chest, tattooing him with the fire of her touch. Corazon closed his eyes and lay back on the bed, his arms stretching out above him. Her fingers ventured lower, caressing his skin into flames and sending him out of his mind with desire. It pushed at the limit of his control, tempting him to surrender completely to his need for her and let it guide him.

Her naked breasts brushed his chest when she leaned over, and he breathed in deep and sharp, a reaction he couldn’t help. Her taut nipples grazed his skin, tickling and teasing him. He needed more contact between them. Her mouth pressed against his flesh, wet tongue sliding over his skin and making it tingle. He groaned and grabbed the pillow beneath his head to restrain himself.

A light giggle made him open his eyes. He looked down at her as she pressed kisses to his chest and stomach, her eyes fixed on his face. Her pupils were wide and he could smell her desire, feel it as though it were his own. His eyes slipped half shut again when she swirled the tip of her tongue around his navel and then ventured lower. He swallowed in anticipation and then bit his lip and moaned when she licked the head of his cock. It ached for her, wanting her attention and begging to be sheathed in her. It was hard to take things slow as he knew he should when she was doing everything to drive him out of his mind with need.

Her lips wrapped around his hard length and he pressed the back of his head into the pillow, his eyes screwing shut as he frowned. It felt too good. If she kept going like this, he was going to climax before he was inside her. He silently thanked the gods when she moved back to his stomach. She slowly kissed up it and he opened his eyes as she neared him.

His hands came down and claimed her waist. He dragged her up to him, so her stomach and chest were pressing against his, and kissed her, hard enough that she would know without question what she was doing to him. He was bordering on insane.

Scarlet laughed again, her breath tickling his lips. She was so confident tonight, so in control. If he hadn’t known the extent of her innocence, he would have thought her experienced with men.

She drew back and the warm candlelight flickered on her face. There was a smile in her eyes that matched the one on her lips. She was happy. It was good to see the worry of battle erased from her face, even if it would only be for a short while. He would do everything in his power to remove war from her life permanently and not just for a few fleeting moments. He wanted her to be happy always.

Happy and safe.

Corazon pressed his hands against her shoulder blades, drawing her back down to him, and kissed her slowly. He wanted her to know that he loved her, and that being with her like this meant the world to him. It had been so long since he had known love and contentment like this, since he had felt so much peace and warmth. Scarlet had given him so much.

Her fingers grazed his neck and she kissed away from his lips, slowly inching towards his throat. It was the side that she hadn’t bitten yet. His stomach became light and turbulent when she kissed his neck, tongue lapping his skin, and then bit lightly with her blunt teeth as though gauging what his reaction would be. He groaned and thrust his hips against her, grinding his cock into her hip. She bit harder and he grabbed her backside, unable to help himself when the hot rush of anticipation burnt through him.

“Scarlet,” he uttered, hoping to drive her on.

She stilled a moment and then pain ripped through him, chased by pleasure, when her teeth sunk into his neck. He grasped her backside and rubbed his erection against her, desperate for more. It felt so good to have her fangs in him. She gave a sharp tug on his blood and his mouth fell open, his eyes screwed shut so tight that they hurt. One hand ventured to her head and held her against his neck, fingers tangling in her long dark hair.

She bit deeper.

It was too much.

He thrust against her hip and trembled as he came, spilling his seed onto his stomach and her thigh.

She slowed her drinking and then released him. He was thankful he couldn’t blush when she looked at him with wide eyes, astonished. It made him feel as though he was a child again, a youth with no control over himself. The feel of her bite and her body against him had been too much for him to handle.

“I...” she said and pushed herself onto her knees, one of them between his legs and the other to the right of his thigh. She looked down at her thigh and then at his stomach. She smiled when her eyes met his. “That good, huh?”

He was glad she wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it.

“Too good,” he whispered and reached for something to clean himself up with. She leaned over the edge of the bed and handed him a washcloth. The corners of his lips tugged into a brief smile when she wiped him down, and then tended to herself. “Sorry about that.”

She laughed now. “It’s nothing to apologise for. When you bite me, it makes me want to explode too, only you can’t see that.”

He smiled slyly. “I can smell it though.”

He pushed himself up onto his elbows and then reached out to her and ran a lone finger over the marks on her throat. Her eyes closed and she sighed, a look of pleasure settling on her face.

“I love it when you bite me,” she whispered with such intensity that his smile widened. She affected him just as much. There was something divine about the feel of her fangs in him. The way it connected them was so intimate and trusting, so sensual, that the more he thought about it, the less surprised he was that she had made him climax.

Her fingers traced down his stomach to his penis. She traced the soft length of it, sending shivers through him that warned he would be hard again before long. He caught her hand and dragged her down onto the bed with him. Her hands pressed against his chest when he rolled her onto her back so he was on top. She smiled at him, eyes sparkling in the candlelight.

“You are so beautiful, Scarlet,” he whispered and she averted her eyes. “Look at me.”

She did. Her eyes shifted to meet his, dark and full of embarrassment but with a hint of affection lurking in their depths. He studied her, the subtle curve of her lips and the arch of her eyebrows. Her skin was soft and pale, untouched by the scars and bruising she still wore in some of his dreams. He traced the now invisible marks where she had been hurt, and then leaned down to kiss each one, wanting to erase it from his memory and hers. He frowned when he pulled back.

“What is it?” she said, voice trembling the slightest amount.

“I am sorry I could not protect you,” Corazon said, pushing the words out through a tight throat. They sounded hoarse in his ears.

Scarlet raised her hand and stroked his cheek, her own look turning to one of sorrow.

“I am sorry I could not protect you,” she repeated and he sighed as he buried his face in her neck, holding her tight.

Her arms wrapped around him, comforting and consoling, warming him as nothing else could.

“I love you, Scarlet,” he whispered against her throat and pressed a kiss to it.

“I love you too, Corazon.” She licked the marks she had placed on him, sealing them.

He needed to do something to lift the sombre mood. He shouldn’t have mentioned his failure to protect her. They had such precious little time left together before the battle began. He shouldn’t be filling it with sadness.

When he pushed himself up, his eyes fell to her neck. A sweep of his finger down her jugular made her close her eyes. Her head fell to the side, her hair cascading across the pillow. The sight of her like this, so wanton and dishevelled, and the sight of his marks on her throat made him hungry for her. She showed him in such a small movement just how much she wanted him, how much she needed him and desired his touch. All it had taken was a closing of her eyes and shift of her head to expose her throat.

Lowering himself, he licked the length of her jugular. She moaned, her arms closing around him and fingers threading into his hair.

He stopped, lifted himself up, and caught her hands. She frowned when he locked his fingers with hers, their palms pressed against each other, and forced hers down against the bed. Her eyes widened and then became hooded as she looked up at him.

Scarlet licked her lips and gave a little struggle against him. His fingers tightened, pressing her down harder into the bed. The feel of him restraining her made her blood burn. The fire that had been growing inside her burst into an inferno. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but the thought of him biting her now, playfully against her will, sent a thrill through her that made her raise her hips and grind them against his. She struggled again, enjoying the feeling of vulnerability. If she wanted to, she could probably flip him off her. It was more fun to submit and pretend though. She wanted him to bite her. It didn’t matter how he did it, as long as it happened.

He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her breathless, until she had rolled her eyes closed and was melting beneath him. His body pressed down on hers, hands pinning her to the bed. She wanted him inside her. She lifted her hips and rubbed her groin against his. She wanted him in her now.

He growled, low and commanding, and she smiled mischievously and continued to rub him, ignoring his warning. She wanted to make him bite her, knew that he wanted to whenever she got him hot and flustered, just as she wanted to bite him.

Her moan echoed around the small room when he snarled and sunk his teeth deep into her neck, piercing it with pain. He dragged hard on her blood and she writhed against him, delirious with pleasure and her need to find relief. His cock thrust against her, the length of it rubbing her pussy and her arousal. She moaned again and arched into him. His grip on her hands tightened until it was bordering on painful. That pain drove her on. She rubbed herself against his length, using the friction to bring her closer to climax. He growled into her throat and sucked harder on her blood.

His hips rocked against hers and she wished he were inside her, filling her up and completing this connection between them. She raised her hips, hoping to get his attention. His drinking slowed and his thrusts against her ceased. She slipped her hands free of his and skimmed them down his back, delighting the in the way his muscles were tensed. They stopped on the smooth globe of his buttocks. Nerves fluttered in her stomach when she slipped her hand down his hip and came up underneath. The closer she got to his erection, the more nervous she felt. Her fingers brushed it and a thrill dashed through her. He growled again and bit harder.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and raised her hips. Instinct drove her actions. His drinking paused. She held her breath when the tip of his length touched her pussy. It was down to her to instigate this. She had to set the pace of their relationship. She eased him downwards until the head of his cock pressed into her slick opening. He nudged forwards, his whole body tense against her as he inched in. She forced herself to relax, fearing the pain of her first coupling. Corazon’s teeth never left her. She flinched at the sting of pain and the strange sense of tightness that filled her as he pushed all the way in.

Corazon pulled on her blood again, dragging a moan from her throat and making her forget the painful feeling of being stretched tight around his length. She relaxed into the bed and focused on the pleasure of his bite, the tingles that burst outwards from her neck whenever he sucked. It was divine.

He shifted inside her and she realised that the tightness was beginning to ease. She raised her knees to either side of his hips and frowned when he pulled out and slid back in, his hard length filling her. He kept the pace slow, as slow as his drinking, and gradually pleasure began to replace the pain. She moaned and slid her hands to his backside, amused by how it moved with each plunge of his cock into her.

His mouth left her neck and claimed her own with kisses that were soft and affectionate, full of love and warmth. And the taste of blood. She ran her hands up his back and wrapped them around his neck as he moved against her, in her, making arousal pool in her belly until it felt so tight it would burst. His thrusts quickened, his kisses interspersed with their combined heavy breathing. She clung to him, lost in the feel of him and this moment.

Her eyes opened and she stared into his when he drew back to look at her. There was so much devotion and love in his. He watched her, his pupils wide and dark with passion. Her stomach tightened. She tensed her muscles to make the most of the feeling and Corazon growled, his face contorting into a look of pure ecstasy. She tensed again and he screwed his eyes shut, his breath fanning her face as he plunged into her. She fought to keep her eyes open as her arousal escalated, carried higher by each thrust of his cock, and lifted her knees so they clamped his hips. His pelvic bone hit her exposed clit and her eyes shot wide open as it pushed her over the edge into the waiting warm sea of bliss. Her whole body pulsed with her climax, her muscles milking his cock.

Corazon leaned down, pressed his forehead against hers, and thrust a few more times before jerking up inside her and coming with a long feral growl. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding him to her. He collapsed on top of her, his face pressed against her neck. She peppered his throat with kisses and smiled at the ceiling.

She had never felt as complete as she did right that moment. With him inside her where he belonged, she felt whole. He mumbled words of love into her ear and she smiled when she realised he was falling asleep. The sun was long risen. It called to her too. She closed her eyes and held him, drifting away into her dreams along with him.