Page 58 of Blood Code

Somehow his long speech, filled with far more information than he should have known, calmed me. But then, Severin always knew what to say or do to calm me down.

His lips slammed into mine, cutting off any further protest as he began to move inside me, slowly at first, then building a rhythm.

We fucked until we both came again, and when we were done—for now—I rested my head on his chest and tilted my chin up to meet his gaze.

“How do you know all of that?”

“All of what?”

“Umm, all the stuff about eggs and sperm.”

“Because even though I was a whore, I am a responsible one and I know how to search the internet.” He flicked my nose. “And I happen to know you have a tendency to freak out about these things, even though most of the time you won’t let anyone see it.”

“You know that?”

My fingers traced his Adonis belt and his cock hardened again. Was inhuman?

“I know everything about you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine.”

It was safe to say that after that, we had sex again, and over the next five days of spring break, I lost track of how many times we fucked.

In the middle of one intense session, he tightened his grip around my throat and growled, “You will never leave me, okay?”

He thrust into me harder, and I whimpered. “As long as I’m alive, I won’t.”

“Even if you die,” he said before running his tongue over my nipple. “You will claw your way back from the grave for me.”

“That’s not possible.” I moaned as he hit my G-spot and sucked my nipple in tandem. “Oh, God.”

My fingers dug into his back.

“You will make it happen.” His mouth left my nipple, and his hand returned to my throat, squeezing so hard he stole my breath. “Do you understand me?”

A stray tear escaped the corner of my eye, and I nodded.

His grip loosened as his lips crashed against mine, devouring me. “You are mine forever, and only mine,” he said, pulling away to glare into my eyes. “Say it.”

“Forever,” I panted. “I’m yours forever, and even death cannot destroy that.”

Then his lips were on me again, and his fingers curled around my clit.

I gasped.

His rhythm was vicious and all-consuming, and I couldn’t speak, breathe, or think. I was a doll filled with emotion, sensation, and pleasure—that was all I had become.

It was harsh and, oh, so good. I screamed his name, and he picked up the pace even more, as if he could pound my words into reality, as if the harder he fucked me, the more unbendable and unbreakable they would become.

“Oh God,” I moaned, my head falling back against the wooden wall. His lips found my neck. At first, he kissed my sensitive skin, but then his teeth grazed me before biting down like a vampire. “Oh God, Moya Iva.”

My willow, forever rooted deep in my heart.

All the while, his frantic rhythm never let up.

It was too good and too forbidden. I was ripped apart, body and soul, and the orgasm hit me harder than anything I’d experienced before. All I could do was yell, scream my unmatched pleasure into the night.