Page 56 of Blood Code

I was wet before we reached the boathouse.

Severin moved to my inner thigh, biting down hard and sucking. When his mouth lifted, he licked the spot he’d bitten. He repeated this seven times across both legs.

He was leaving bruises on me—leaving a signature. As if to say: you’re mine.

And I was his forever, and I always would be.

Slowly, oh so fucking slowly, he made his way back to my pussy, running his tongue from my entrance to my clitoris.

“Oh fuck.” My fingers dug into the blankets for support.

He licked me until my back arched, and I came undone, my body spasming with involuntary shivers.

Once I recovered, he drew me up, unzipped my black dress, and pulled it off over my head. Then he unclipped my bra and tossed it onto the floor.

Severin examined my body, moonlight illuminating every curve, my flesh glistening as if inviting him to taste me—inviting him to sink deep inside of me.

He stood over me fully clothed.

I didn’t move a muscle, though every part of me wanted to reach for him and pull him down on top of me. I resisted, letting him lead.

Let him do whatever he pleased. I trusted him completely.

After a long perusal of my body, he slowly unbuckled his pants, making a show of it.

He dropped them like a striptease. His boxers came next, allowing his fully erect and far, far too big cock to spring out.

Without thinking, I inched backward on the bed because it was too big, and it surely wouldn’t fit.

He chuckled. “The time for running is over, Moy Oduvanchik.”

A needy—and, honestly, a bit terrified—sound escaped my throat.

He lowered himself to me and spread my legs farther apart, lining his cock up with my entrance.

His eyes latched onto mine, and I nodded.

Yes, please, Severin.

Slowly, he fed his cock inside me, meeting resistance, his gaze never leaving mine as he thrust deeper.

I held my breath, my channel feeling both impossibly tight and impossibly full. It hurt, but not nearly as much as I expected.

I gulped. The sensations were unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Once he was fully inside, he paused to let me adjust to his size.

But he paused far, far too long, and I was incredibly impatient.

It was way, way too long.

A whimper escaped me. “More, please, more.” My nails dug into his back, urging him to move. “Fucking, move, Severin.”

He chuckled. “As you wish.” He pulled back before thrusting violently inside me again, the bed rocking with the movement.

He knew I wanted both the pleasure and the pain of his violence.

Oh, yes, yes, yes. He was so, so talented with his dick, and he established a steady rhythm, and I matched it.