Page 3 of Once Written in Gilded Blood

Kalel’s looking at me like he couldn’t give less of a shit about being late. “There’s plenty of time, Alira.” He inches my dress up until it’s hiked over my hips. His hand slides into my undergarments, and his thick finger spreads my slit apart, quickly wet as he rubs my center.

My legs nearly give out beneath me at the pleasure that rolls through my entire body. A soft sigh escapes my parted lips, and Kalel greedily takes it, kissing away all the moans and cries I make as he guides me toward his desk.

He wraps his arms around the base of my ass and plops me down on his desk with no regard for the papers there. Kalel’s only interest seems to be me at the moment.

My cheeks burn as he sets his hands over my thighs and spreads them apart. He drops to his knees before me and grins up from under the wrinkles of my dress.

“I don’t want you walking around today with any need left unsatiated, little godling,” Kalel whispers against my thigh.

I let my head fall back as I brace both palms against the desk. The warmth of his breath coasting along my sensitive skin gives me chills.

“If you’re hungry, then just say so,” I say with a loose smile, eyes shut in anticipation.

Kalel chuckles. “Can’t I be both?” He glances up once more, swiping his tongue over his lips before closing his eyes and burying his teeth into my thigh.

The pain is dulled by the pleasure that surges through me. An aphrodisiac from his fangs, but I also know from our little experiments in the chambers that anywhere he drinks my blood that’s located close to my reproductive organs have a higher pleasure release.

I moan, running my fingers through his dark tussled hair as he takes deep gulps of my blood. My eyes lull, struggling to stay open past the lust that pulses through my veins.

A stream of blood slips down my leg as Kalel slowly glances at me, a heady look in his eyes as he pushes aside my undergarments and slides two fingers inside me. I’m already dripping wet for him and he knows it, yet his gaze fills with more need as he rubs my insides.

I can’t hold his intense stare any longer. I let my head tilt back once more and take in deep breaths, bracing myself against the desk as he works his fingers into me and takes my blood. Each moan is harder to keep quiet than the last.

Kalel finally pulls his fangs from my thigh and licks over the wound a few times before moving his talented tongue to my center, lapping up my juices and sucking on my clit while his fingers continue their pursuit in bringing me to orgasm.

He moans into my core, vibrating against my sensitive flesh as I peak. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I cry out, quickly covering my mouth in case any of the maids are lingering nearby. My legs tremble in his tight grip as I ride out the orgasm. Kalel groans, stroking me with long languid licks until the high starts to retreat and my limbs relax.

“Gods almighty, I’ll never cease to be amazed at your ability to completely entrap me,” Kalel murmurs as he slowly stands, running his fingers softly against my skin before moving them to unbuckle his pants.

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I hear his trousers hit the floor. His beautiful face appears over me, light filtering in from the sole window in his apothecary. His glasses are still on, and it moves something deep in my heart. Perhaps I can see more of this side of him one day.

“I pray for more days like this,” he murmurs, pressing kisses against my neck.

“We have all the time in the world,” I reply, curious at the hesitation that seems to keep him for a moment.

“You’re right.” He smiles at me, and I don’t get to enjoy the sight of it for very long before he’s filling me up and making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Gods. I’ve never been fucked on a desk before, and I’m afraid this might become a habit. There’s something about being half clothed and the risk of being caught that adds a sense of intensity to the fervent thrusts and greedy kisses.

Kalel has one hand tightly gripping my waist while the other is propping up my neck and threading my hair as our tongues dance. Each thrust gets more urgent than the last. His cock thickens, and I know he’s about to come undone.

He pumps his hips into me a few more times before going still, making sure to keep his knot from entering me. Gods, at least he knows we don’t have time for a knot to unswell.

I writhe in his hold as he comes deep inside me. Hot liquid spills down my ass, and my cheeks burn at the thought of our mixed juices getting all over his desk. Kalel leans forward and kisses the embarrassment from my lips.

“You’re lucky we’re on a time constraint. I could be in here all day stuffing you full,” he says languidly, brushing his lips across my neck before pulling back and grinning wickedly at me.

“If you don’t take those glasses off, I might just say to hell with our plans.”

He lifts his brow at me and laughs. “I forgot I was wearing them. You like them that much?” Kalel withdraws from me before he takes off the glasses and slides them into his pocket.

I nod as I’m about to slide off the desk, but before I can, Kalel gives me a wry look and presses his hand to my chest to keep me in place.

“Don’t want to spill while we are out and about, do you?” he says as he uncorks one of his apothecary bottles and pushes the glass ball stopper inside me, plugging me up.

My lips part at the lewdness of it and how the stopper feels being pushed so far up. Kalel leaves his fingers there for a moment, making sure that it stays, and then he dots my cheek with a few kisses before placing my undergarments back where they should be.

My face burns and my chest flutters. “Kalel, I can’t go to lunch with that…”