Of Blood & Consequence (Book 2 of The Blood Bond Series)

6. Mio Cuore

Michael kissed a line over her shoulder as his hands slipped the smooth, silky fabric over Delia’s thighs. Her legs pinched around him, and she shuddered as she let her head fall to the side, inviting his mouth to taste more of her skin.

Before meeting Delia, Michael was a man of few words and one more of action. It was the same in bed—well, mostly, but he was practically a babbling brook sometimes as he admitted to her everything he saw as it stretched out before him. Their life together, a future, children, how much he needed her. He always been able to say so much with so little, so it was a little overwhelming when he blessed her with his thoughts in bed.

It would not be the same tonight. His dominance forbid anything else unless it was a tight-jawed command.

“Like this,” he murmured against her skin. “Always.”

One- or two-word phrases, punctuated with lusty grunts and heavy, rasping breaths that heated her up from her core on out.

“Michael.” Delia too was never much of a talker in bed, but when he graced her with growled words and the dark seduction of his eyes lancing hers, she shivered, quaked…

And she found she had to say something.

“Please,” she whispered against him. “I need you in me.”

He flipped them but drew away, his breath trailing down between her collarbones, through the valley of her breasts, over the bare, cool flesh of her stomach, still tanned even after the change to vampire. He spread her thighs wide slowly. He liked change in his lovemaking, and it was to be the tortured, soft and slow pace that he loved to tease her with tonight. He blew hot air against her dripping s*x, letting it wash over her in a tumble of wracking shivers that slid across her skin in crashing waves.

Delia reached for him, but came up short as he pulled away. Michael grinned up at her, amused by the pinched scowl on her face. When she moved to sit up to grab onto him, her thighs closed, but Michael pinned them to the bed as he surged over her body to kiss her on the lips.

“Patience, cara, or I won’t let you come.”

She blew out an exasperated breath and leaned back, her legs shifting and opening as Michael’s hands splayed across the creamy flesh. He licked once, enough to tease, and felt her muscles tense as she struggled to resist closing them.

“Michael!”

He chuckled before closing his lips over her clit, going from light licks to harsh sucks, watched as the quivering flesh of her tummy tightened at every deep suck.

“f**k!”

“In a minute. First, taste. Riassaporare.”

He went back to sucking at her, spinning her higher and higher until her hands pushed through his hair and long nails scraped at his scalp. He groaned into her flesh, taking lingering laps at her skin as she grew wetter beneath his hungry mouth.

His hands curled around her legs, stroking against skin that felt like velvet and drawing them over his shoulders to feast deeper. Every hot breath and greedy nibble of her flesh stoked the flames higher, and her hips rocked against him, seeking a release he was denying her with his goading strokes and the tempting circle of his tongue.

He tempered the light touches with ravenous lashes, making her whimper as her she lifted her pelvis to his mouth, begging for the frustration to cease.

“Mi-Michael,” she panted. “Please—oh, f**k!”

He continued to torment her, edging her until the world flipped around on her and the world tilted on its axis. Her head swinging back and forth against her pillow as she begged him.

“Please let me come!”

He sucked her deep into his mouth as she cried out, exploding around him, her arms and legs thrashing, her fingernails digging into the bed until they practically broke through. As his licks gentled, she relaxed, breathing heavy as he kissed her once below her belly button.

He moved slowly over her, breathing in the scent of clean skin and her underlying natural odor of spicy-sweet plumeria that drenched the clothing she wore, embedded into the bed sheets. He could swim around in it forever until he let it overwhelm him.

Giving her a glanced peck of her lips, he wiped away the excess moisture from his mouth and chin before claiming her in a deep, needy kiss. Her fingers rooted through his thick mane of dark hair, her grasp on him pulling him deeper until he was sure her scent was lodged deep in his own skin. Sandalwood and plumeria. An odd combination he founds both sweet and satisfying as his mouth started to pull away.

“Again,” he told her. “Riding my face this time. I want that sweet p***y of yours dripping to the back of my throat.”

She shook in his arms when he said that, her relaxed pose tightening with anticipation until he was hauling her up and lying down on his back, gripping her hips to bring her center closer to his mouth.

“Later.” She tried to wiggle away. “I need you in me. Now.”

Michael wanted to groan, give in—anything to feel the tight heat of her cunt wrapping around him, encasing him, threatening to have him spill his pleasure inside her. He shook his head, a slow eager grin spreading across his face. “No.”

Delia gave a disgruntled noise low in her throat, but ultimately melted and gave in. The first touch of his tongue reminded her how sensitive she was, and she flinched before he pulled her closer, seating her over him and forcing her to hold onto the top of the headboard. She gripped tight, and the wood groaned before she loosened her grip and instead latched onto his hair.

“Look at me.” It was a husky command uttered from between her legs. If it had been anyone but Michael, anyone but her mate, she would have settled on glowering at him, but instead, her eyes drew wide as she watched his mouth move over her, tightening her gut with each lash of his tongue.

“Don’t tease…this time.” A breath shuddered in as he sucked at her clit. “Please.”

He smacked her ass. Hard. It was almost a challenge that he kneaded away with firm strokes of his hands until he was blessing her other cheek and a loud whimper flew from her mouth. Delia’s eyes closed as she choked back another sob as her head tilted back.

Michael’s hands closed around her neck, jerking her head back down. “Watch.”

Their eyes connected, and the two barely blinked, both intent on what the other was doing. Delia’s hooded gaze grew heavier as she fought the urge to close her eyelids, if only for a moment in brief respite from his penetrating stare.

“f**k, Michael.” She tried to add a sensual purr to her voice. “Please. I need you.”

She watched as something in him faltered. She thought she’d won, but it only amplified his assault and she was soon rocketed into a climax that made her thighs squeeze around his ears.

“f**k!”

He pulled her up and over him using his vampiric speed and agility to slam her onto his c**k, sliding home as easily as a melting pat of butter bubbling in a pan. She rocked back on him, her arms stretched behind her as she sought the mattress with grasping fingertips, though her legs continued to tremble throughout her orgasm.

Her breasts bounced with the impact, and he pulled at a n****e, making her muscles clench around him until he thought he’d come completely apart. He did a lewd little bump and grind as the last of her climax waned, and it pushed her up just enough to use her hips to slam her back down onto him.

Michael guided her movements, each punishing stroke slow, but forceful. If she’d been human, she might have bruises for his troubles in the morning, but she was not and there was no sense in acting tender when vampiric s*x was usually the exact opposite. It was raw, hard—sinfully so, and since meeting and marking his mate, he’d never pretended it was something it was not. That suited Delia just fine.

With their slippery s*x joined in the middle, Delia slowly leaned forward so her lips could meet his in hungry, wet kisses, and his hands directed their tempo until she was moaning out another blistering climax around him. As soon as the last shuddering wave was ripped from her body, he switched their positions, flipping her over and stretching her legs so her knees touched the bed near her ears. His c**k was sucked in deeper, she felt tighter, and bliss tingled up his spine as he pumped with wild abandon into her.

They were soon rolled onto their sides, Michael pulling Delia’s right leg to rest over the bend of his elbow and pumping his hips. The rhythm of their skin gave staccato slaps that permeated the room and echoed off the walls. Their rasping breaths kept time, and the sounds Delia made caused a fierce, snarling rumble to resound in Michael’s chest as he pounded harder, deeper, never seeming to get to the bottom of how completely enveloped by her he wanted to be.

He bit along one shoulder, leaving marks that broke the skin before sealing shut quickly. He’d heard it helped the bond to trade blood between mates. Eli certainly had sworn by it the previous year.

Flipping her over onto her knees, he gripped his c**k firmly and pulled her back, spearing her with his engorged length and not letting up until he was riding her g-spot to a release that earned him a squeal so loud he was certain his neighbors would call the cops.

“Hush, micio, or the Florentines will have me in cuffs before you know it,” he chuckled, his tone soft and dark.

Another silly nickname, but Delia was too busy trying to muffle her sounds into a pillow, nearly tearing a piece off as he thrust with raw, unbridled power into her, threatening to literally f**k her right through the mattress. She ended up mumbling words that were too jumbled for him to discern, and he wound his hand around her hair and yanked her head away from the pillow.

“What are you trying to tell me, fiore?” His words were punctuated with the sound of skin meeting skin fiercely, and her lips opened, panting before she answered him.

“Please more, Michael. So close.”

“Christ, again?” Though it certainly pleased him. And yes, he could feel the tight clasp of her muscles as the sensitive head of his c**k dragged through sensitive flesh and pushed him closer to emptying inside her. “Come for me, then, sposina. Grip my d**k and take me with you.”

He was nearly done, his breathing ragged as the need to fill her dripped from every pore on his body. The need to mate had only intensified after their conversation about children, and it was only with slightest trepidation that he thought of his parents. They knew he was newly mated, but would they try to woo any child he and Delia had into their organized crime ring? Would they be swept away by the glitz and glamor of nice things and beautiful villas?

He tore the thoughts away, forcing them from his mind as he blindly pumped into Delia’s tight heat as he roared out his release—and damn well not caring if all the neighbors decided to call the cops on them.

Delia’s face smashed into the pillow and she screamed, her legs tightening as Michael spilled inside her, her p***y milking his c**k as they were both thrown over the edge before collapsing onto the bed in a heap of tangled limbs and hazy murmurs.

Her fingers twined into his hair, and he stroked the side of her face, watching her open mouth and closed eyelids, heavy with exhaustion. When he opened his mouth to speak, hers eyes grew a little wider at every word.

“You already know amore means ‘love’. Tesoro means ‘treasure’. Fiore is ‘fire’. Amo, ’love’. Sposina means ‘little wife’, and cuore means ‘the heart’.” He blew out a breath after a long inhale. “Ti amo means ‘I love you’, and Ti amo perche sei il mio cuore, la mia ragione di vita means ‘I love you because you are my heart, my reason for being’.”

He moved closer, breathing in the scented air that smelled of s*x, love, and something else he couldn’t put words to. Something both deeper and tenuous. “Always remember that, sposina. Ti amo perche sei il mio cuore, la mia ragione di vita.”