encircled my body, lifting me while I fed at her neck. I wrapped my legs around her waist, feeling her breasts brush mine. Her nipples hardened against my skin, causing an echo reaction within my own body. I moaned over her pulse.
It was one thing Renata and I had always had in common. We liked blood. We liked blood a lot, especially in the bedroom. Sex and blood mingled well for us. Then again, being what we were, how not?
I snaked my arm between our bodies, found the little tuft of hair between her thighs, and touched her with the tips of my fingers.
“Piph,” she murmured, grabbing a fistful of my hair and holding me prisoner against her body.
I parted her lips and found her clit, slick and swollen with desire.
She jerked my head back and I had to open my mouth wide so I wouldn’t tear her skin. I swallowed quickly, trying not to lose the mouthful of blood, and only managing to swallow half of it. Blood spilled down my bottom lip.
Renata caught my face in her hands, holding me still, licking the blood from my chin like a cat. She licked my bottom lip, sucking, grazing me with her teeth and then kissed me, this time deeper, taking in the taste of blood and desire. I kissed her back, tongue matching the rhythm my fingers had taken between her legs.
I broke the kiss, climbing down her body. I kissed her shoulder, her collarbone. I caught her nipple between my teeth lightly, drawing her breast into my mouth and sucking. She moaned, her grip tightening in my hair, pulling hard enough I winced in pleasure and pain.
Renata’s hand twined in my hair to the point where it bordered on nothing but pain. She fell back on the bed, pulling me down with her before her body went rigid and she cried out.
“Are you satiated?” she asked.
“Yes, are you?”
She smiled like a contented cat. “What do you think?”
I rested my head on her breast, kissing the soft and delicate skin there. “I think you are.”
She laughed and kissed me. “Then you would be correct,” she said. “Though I shall never in a million years think that I could ever get enough of you.”
My heart gave an expectant leap. I touched her face. “It’s hard to believe this is how it once was. Hard to believe we ever lost this.”
“I know,” she said and I felt the pang of sorrow and regret inside her. The look she gave me was somber. “Yet, it feels as if nothing has changed at all, except for you.”
“And you,” I said.
“I have changed?”
“A little.”
“How?”
I tried to pinpoint what exactly was different but couldn’t. “I don’t know,” I said at some length. “It just feels…different. It’s a better different, but it feels different.”
“Perhaps it is only different because of your growing powers and not some change in me. My feelings for you never wavered.”
I remembered her mouth between my legs. I had felt her love then, felt her love and lust that was so much like my own, but at the same time so very different. It hadn’t been my body or the sex she wanted to possess.
It was me, and in her own way, that was love.
I knew without doubt.
Everyone loves differently, Cuinn mused. Methinks your Queen is right. Ye did not see her love because ye did not know that in her own way she loved ye.
Cuinn…
Aye?
I don’t need relationship advice from a fox.
He seemed to think that was amusing, because he gave a startling bark of laughter that rang in my skull, making me flinch.
“What is it?” Renata asked.
“Cuinn,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What did the little volpe say?”
I shook my head. “Nothing,” I murmured, “he’s agreeing with you, is all. Volpe?”
The corner of her mouth twitched. “Fox in Italian. And I may very well like him after all.”
“I would like him much better if he weren’t in my head.”
“Well”—Renata nestled back against the pillows—“you are the one that picked the sword.”
She’s r—
Cuinn , I warned.
I don’t need to say
It was one thing Renata and I had always had in common. We liked blood. We liked blood a lot, especially in the bedroom. Sex and blood mingled well for us. Then again, being what we were, how not?
I snaked my arm between our bodies, found the little tuft of hair between her thighs, and touched her with the tips of my fingers.
“Piph,” she murmured, grabbing a fistful of my hair and holding me prisoner against her body.
I parted her lips and found her clit, slick and swollen with desire.
She jerked my head back and I had to open my mouth wide so I wouldn’t tear her skin. I swallowed quickly, trying not to lose the mouthful of blood, and only managing to swallow half of it. Blood spilled down my bottom lip.
Renata caught my face in her hands, holding me still, licking the blood from my chin like a cat. She licked my bottom lip, sucking, grazing me with her teeth and then kissed me, this time deeper, taking in the taste of blood and desire. I kissed her back, tongue matching the rhythm my fingers had taken between her legs.
I broke the kiss, climbing down her body. I kissed her shoulder, her collarbone. I caught her nipple between my teeth lightly, drawing her breast into my mouth and sucking. She moaned, her grip tightening in my hair, pulling hard enough I winced in pleasure and pain.
Renata’s hand twined in my hair to the point where it bordered on nothing but pain. She fell back on the bed, pulling me down with her before her body went rigid and she cried out.
“Are you satiated?” she asked.
“Yes, are you?”
She smiled like a contented cat. “What do you think?”
I rested my head on her breast, kissing the soft and delicate skin there. “I think you are.”
She laughed and kissed me. “Then you would be correct,” she said. “Though I shall never in a million years think that I could ever get enough of you.”
My heart gave an expectant leap. I touched her face. “It’s hard to believe this is how it once was. Hard to believe we ever lost this.”
“I know,” she said and I felt the pang of sorrow and regret inside her. The look she gave me was somber. “Yet, it feels as if nothing has changed at all, except for you.”
“And you,” I said.
“I have changed?”
“A little.”
“How?”
I tried to pinpoint what exactly was different but couldn’t. “I don’t know,” I said at some length. “It just feels…different. It’s a better different, but it feels different.”
“Perhaps it is only different because of your growing powers and not some change in me. My feelings for you never wavered.”
I remembered her mouth between my legs. I had felt her love then, felt her love and lust that was so much like my own, but at the same time so very different. It hadn’t been my body or the sex she wanted to possess.
It was me, and in her own way, that was love.
I knew without doubt.
Everyone loves differently, Cuinn mused. Methinks your Queen is right. Ye did not see her love because ye did not know that in her own way she loved ye.
Cuinn…
Aye?
I don’t need relationship advice from a fox.
He seemed to think that was amusing, because he gave a startling bark of laughter that rang in my skull, making me flinch.
“What is it?” Renata asked.
“Cuinn,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What did the little volpe say?”
I shook my head. “Nothing,” I murmured, “he’s agreeing with you, is all. Volpe?”
The corner of her mouth twitched. “Fox in Italian. And I may very well like him after all.”
“I would like him much better if he weren’t in my head.”
“Well”—Renata nestled back against the pillows—“you are the one that picked the sword.”
She’s r—
Cuinn , I warned.
I don’t need to say
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