Page 35 of Signed in Blood

“No,” she answers with her brow pinched. “Of course not. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Her fingers find one other and toy with each other.

The anger that ripped its way through me settles and is replaced by something else. Something tender, something afraid of losing her. Which is a dangerous thing indeed.

“Come here,” I command her, and she obeys. I don’t miss how her breath catches. How her pupils dilate and her thighs clench at my demand.

“You do not tempt other men, do you understand? You’re mine,” I tell her and mean every fucking word. No soul will ever have thoughts of her in that manner. She is mine and mine alone!

“I know that I’m yours,” she purrs once she’s standing in front of me.

She’s submissive now, except at the last second she tries to get in my head like she just did with her toy.

I’m not surprised that she’s already challenging me. “Your seduction doesn’t work on me, Lilith,” I tell her, although I swear there’s always been something about her from the first moment I laid my eyes on her.

Something that’s drawn me to her, more than just how she reminded me of my family.

These aspects of myself that she seems to absorb. Her powers are quite…notable.

“I’m not trying to seduce you,” she says with a slight smirk. And I believe her, while at the same time, I question her intentions.

“Do I flatter you?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she says easily and her smile widens.

“Are you turned on right now?”

“Yes,” she answers without hesitation, swaying slightly in the cold, dark night.

“Why?” I ask. Truly curious.

“You like me.”

A genuine grin forces it’s way to my face at her answer. “Oh, I more than like you,” I admit and only hesitate a fraction of a second before confessing, “I’ve never done anything like this for anyone.” I cup her chin, kissing her softly on the lips and then stare into her eyes. “I’ve made an exception for you, little piece, and you are not disappointing me.”

“Exception how?”

“I’m giving you my power.”

With wide eyes she blinks up at me. As if it’s a sobering thought. “Why?”

“Because I like the way it looks on you.”

“Me too.” She pecks my lips, standing on the tips of her toes.

The beautiful woman fascinates me, certainly. But there’s something else. Something about her that I must keep for myself.

Still looking into her eyes, I undo the button of my pants and unzip them before pulling my thick cock out and stroking myself.

“Now get on your knees and be a good girl for me before you go back to what you came here for,” I tell her and I swear precum leaks from my slit when her tongue darts out just slightly, wetting her bottom lip.

She breathes, “yes, Sir,” before dropping to her knees without hesitation.

She’s going to blow me right now, out in the open, with the body of the soul she just collected only feet away. I fucking love it. It’s what the prick deserves for daring to think of what’s mine in the way he was.

My head falls back in utter pleasure as her sweet lips wrap around the head of my cock and she sucks. Fucking hell.

Her mouth is a heaven of its own making. Her tongue swirls and then massages my length as her cheeks hollow.

“That’s my good girl.” I groan as my fingers slip through her hair and I press her down deeper, pushing my cock to the back of her throat and taking my pleasure from her while reveling in her display of how much she enjoys it.