He wanted to drink from her fully. Though he had waited and had not taken her like this the first time to allow her time to adjust to the blood exchange, he needed the claiming to be done his way now. He was no soft man and he couldn’t pretend. He wasn’t even sure she would want him to pretend. Eloise certainly seemed to like him a bit rough.
She belonged to him now. Goddess, her scent was an aphrodisiac. Caedon leaned into her neck to breathe in her fragrance and grinned when she shivered. He scraped his teeth up and down her neck and across her shoulder before finding that perfect spot over her life-sustaining vein.
“You are mine, Eloise,” Caedon’s lips brushed against her skin, “Mine, baby.”
“Yours, Caedon,” Eloise replied as she turned her head to try to see him. He held her head still with his hands in her hair. She was sweating with their exertions. Her hair was damp and the soft light on her upper lip showed a fine glistening sheen of sweat he wanted to lick. She whimpered softly at his grip on her hair , but he maintained the pull and held her down, craved the domination he felt roaring through his blood. His bond told him Eloise was aroused by his touch. Once he positioned her as he wanted, he pierced her skin with his sharp teeth and took his first full sip. His tongue lapped along her salty skin as he drank from her. Eloise’s blood was a warm, spicy syrup that coated his throat. As he swallowed her essence, he felt her shake and heard her moan. Stroking her clit while he continued to pump into her core, Caedon allowed her essence to fill him. With every thrust, he burned for her more. They were both nearly to the point of explosion when he released his suction and sliced a small opening in his wrist to place at her mouth. When she latched on and drew her first sip, he returned to her neck. He held on to her tight as her orgasm hit, plastered his body against her back and offered one final thrust before going over the edge with her.
Feeling this incredible closeness served to remind Caedon that he was still holding part of himself back. He was controlling their interactions and their intimacy so he could remain removed enough to protect himself. But Eloise was making that impossible. She had dug a tunnel right into his soul. Caedon knew it was only fair to give her everything he had in exchange for what she offered to him.
As he lowered himself and turned to cradle her on their sides, he was amazed that this little, feisty woman was everything he ever needed. In that moment, Caedon couldn’t remember what life had been like before she belonged to him just a few hours earlier. It was an awesome thought that because of her lineage as part of the Magdalena Circle , Eloise’s blood would sustain him forever. She provided him strength and life through her blood. He would honor that for all time.
“Baby, that was amazing,” Caedon rained kisses onto the back of her neck and her bare shoulder. Her scent now mixed with his, and he could breathe it in all day. But he also remembered he had business to discuss with her. “I need to tell you a story.”
Eloise tried to turn in his arms so she could look at him but he held her. “No. Stay as you are and let me hold you while I talk,” Caedon insisted and Eloise immediately acquiesced.
“I have believed for years that my parents were dead. Until just a few hours ago, I had no reason to believe otherwise,” Caedon heard her sharp ly intake a breath but he continued. He knew this would not be easy to tell. “My father was an artist. He captured the spirit of the Valendite Breeds . Though those who bought his paintings believed them to be paintings of their gods , Breeds enjoyed them for what they truly were . His fame was a concern because he couldn’t risk humans discovering his slowed aging. When I was just reaching maturation, we left the village in Italy where I had grown up and moved to the island of Pianosa. They stayed there when I went
She belonged to him now. Goddess, her scent was an aphrodisiac. Caedon leaned into her neck to breathe in her fragrance and grinned when she shivered. He scraped his teeth up and down her neck and across her shoulder before finding that perfect spot over her life-sustaining vein.
“You are mine, Eloise,” Caedon’s lips brushed against her skin, “Mine, baby.”
“Yours, Caedon,” Eloise replied as she turned her head to try to see him. He held her head still with his hands in her hair. She was sweating with their exertions. Her hair was damp and the soft light on her upper lip showed a fine glistening sheen of sweat he wanted to lick. She whimpered softly at his grip on her hair , but he maintained the pull and held her down, craved the domination he felt roaring through his blood. His bond told him Eloise was aroused by his touch. Once he positioned her as he wanted, he pierced her skin with his sharp teeth and took his first full sip. His tongue lapped along her salty skin as he drank from her. Eloise’s blood was a warm, spicy syrup that coated his throat. As he swallowed her essence, he felt her shake and heard her moan. Stroking her clit while he continued to pump into her core, Caedon allowed her essence to fill him. With every thrust, he burned for her more. They were both nearly to the point of explosion when he released his suction and sliced a small opening in his wrist to place at her mouth. When she latched on and drew her first sip, he returned to her neck. He held on to her tight as her orgasm hit, plastered his body against her back and offered one final thrust before going over the edge with her.
Feeling this incredible closeness served to remind Caedon that he was still holding part of himself back. He was controlling their interactions and their intimacy so he could remain removed enough to protect himself. But Eloise was making that impossible. She had dug a tunnel right into his soul. Caedon knew it was only fair to give her everything he had in exchange for what she offered to him.
As he lowered himself and turned to cradle her on their sides, he was amazed that this little, feisty woman was everything he ever needed. In that moment, Caedon couldn’t remember what life had been like before she belonged to him just a few hours earlier. It was an awesome thought that because of her lineage as part of the Magdalena Circle , Eloise’s blood would sustain him forever. She provided him strength and life through her blood. He would honor that for all time.
“Baby, that was amazing,” Caedon rained kisses onto the back of her neck and her bare shoulder. Her scent now mixed with his, and he could breathe it in all day. But he also remembered he had business to discuss with her. “I need to tell you a story.”
Eloise tried to turn in his arms so she could look at him but he held her. “No. Stay as you are and let me hold you while I talk,” Caedon insisted and Eloise immediately acquiesced.
“I have believed for years that my parents were dead. Until just a few hours ago, I had no reason to believe otherwise,” Caedon heard her sharp ly intake a breath but he continued. He knew this would not be easy to tell. “My father was an artist. He captured the spirit of the Valendite Breeds . Though those who bought his paintings believed them to be paintings of their gods , Breeds enjoyed them for what they truly were . His fame was a concern because he couldn’t risk humans discovering his slowed aging. When I was just reaching maturation, we left the village in Italy where I had grown up and moved to the island of Pianosa. They stayed there when I went
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