Page 54 of The Arcane God

As if compelled, she wrapped her lips around the open wound, sucking more of the blood into her mouth, and it overwhelmed her. She felt all at once enveloped by him, and she lost track of where she was. Of who she was. She became lost to him, and everything he was to her.

She savored the blood, tonguing his wrist to get every drop as she sucked more out—gently at first, then harder and harder until an unintentional moan escaped her, rising from her throat.

“Like that?” he asked darkly, his voice slightly tight with pain or desire, she wasn’t sure which.

Fuck yes, she liked it. She liked it so much she never wanted to stop, but she also didn’t want to hurt him.

That thought cracked her focus, causing her to pause.

She should stop. She should give him a break now.

She moved to pull back, even though her body was screaming for her to keep going, when Ty stopped her. He held her head firmly to him, not letting her pull her mouth away.

“Take what you want from me, viper,” he said, his voice definitely lustful this time as the grip on the back of her head, in her hair, tightened.

Fuck, was he enjoying this too?

She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye to see him staring at her intently, his pupils blown wide with desire. Was it the pain he liked, or the way she was moaning in enjoyment? Either way, she didn’t need to be told twice. She refocused on his wrist—sucking harder and harder as his ambrosial taste filled her mouth.

After a few more minutes, the urge to keep drinking lessened. She started to feel…full almost. Satiated—at least in that way, because then a new urge took its place. She became hyper aware of a slickness between her thighs as her clit suddenly throbbed, almost painful in its sudden sensitivity.

She pulled back suddenly, breaking Ty’s hold on the back of her head, and locked eyes with him.

“Finished?” he asked, sounding almost disappointed.

“Yes,” she said, breathless, licking her lips. “The craving, it stopped.” She felt relieved. She hadn’t ever reached that point after drinking animal blood, but she finally felt satisfied.

“Good,” Ty said, reaching out with his hand to wipe a drop of blood away from the corner of her mouth. “And you feel okay otherwise?” His throat bobbed as he watched her, his thumb lingering on her lower lip.

“Yes,” she said. “Except…”

“Except…?” Ty asked, his eyes not leaving hers as he leaned closer to her, invading her space until they were breathing each other’s air.

“Except I really want you inside me now,” she whispered.

“Is that begging I hear from you, viper?” he asked, a smile gracing his beautiful face.

“Yes,” she admitted. She’d beg if she had to. “Please, Ty.”

“Please, what?”

He was preparing her—she knew that. Making her say out loud what she wanted so he could take control and give it to her, allowing her to let go of any shame for wanting him.

“Please fuck me,” she said breathlessly.

“Good girl,” he said, but he didn’t move to touch her. Instead, he leaned forward, placing his hand gently at the base of her throat as he whispered in her ear. “I’ve missed you so much, Ena. My beautiful, dark goddess.” She could hear the emotion in his voice, the sincerity of his words. “I am aching to be inside you, and you will take all of me. Nod if you understand.”

Ena nodded furiously, and Ty chuckled at her enthusiasm.

“Untie your dress and pull it down,” he said, and she did as commanded, undoing the ties on her bodice and opening it until her breasts were exposed. They were fuller than normal—almost double in size already as the pregnancy advanced, and Ty stared down at them reverently. It had been a month since he’d last seen her, and even longer since she’d been fully nude before him. Her body had changed.

“Fucking Iblis,” he said as he stared at her, then his gaze roamed lower to the defined bump of her lower abdomen. He reached out cautiously to touch it, gently cupping it with both hands. Sparks flew through her skin as his large, warm hands held her stomach. “You look so fucking stunning. Like Gaia herself.” His hands moved up to cup her breasts, kneading them in his hands and stroking her sensitive nipples with his thumbs.

She gasped at his ministrations. Her nipples were so sensitive—far more than usual—but he noticed that and backed off.

“Too much?” he asked.

“A bit,” she said, but at the same time, she didn’t want him to stop. She’d missed him so much, she needed this. Needed to feel him everywhere.