Pure Healing by Aja James

so far from reality Valerius almost laughed. But then the laughter would turn to sobs, and she would look upon him as one would pity the unhinged.
“No,” he replied finally, getting control of himself, “there was no one.” At least, not in the tender capacity to which she referred.
Distracted by his own thoughts, he barely noticed when she pulled his hand closer, feeling only the slightest sting when her fangs sank into the vein in his wrist.
But when she began to draw from him, his body came fully awake, jarring his mind back to the present. His heavy cock bobbed insistently against the silk coverlet, and the air was again infused with his fragrance, stronger and spicier than before.
A burning sensation filled him and drove his hips off the bed. Involuntarily he began to rotate and nudge, his buttocks tightening in time with her methodical pulls on his vein.
He felt as if he were dangling over the edge of a precipice, afraid to take the final leap yet inevitably drawn to the yawning unknown. His penis throbbed and shuddered as if milked by an invisible hand. His pre-cum seeped out of the slit at the head and trailed down the hot rigid length in continuous flow as if his cock were weeping.
“Please,” he begged, though he knew not for what. He’d never asked anything of anyone. Never put himself in such a vulnerable position. But he had no pride in this moment. He was utterly slain by her gentleness.
Answering his plea, she let go of his wrist and licked the wound closed, then shifted downwards so that she lay across his lower body like a sleepy kitten. Her soft hands took hold of his penis and she diligently licked at the fluids that had seeped out, adding her saliva to the tantalizing wetness engulfing the most private part of him. When her lips finally closed over the swollen head, his back arched high off the bed and a low groan vibrated through his system.
She was suckling him more gently than the night of the Rite, almost reverently. His entire body strained under her ministrations, the muscles in his neck popping in stark relief as he threw his head back into the pillows.
It was not enough, he wanted to shout. Do it harder, faster. Milk him dry.
But the words wouldn’t form, and his power of speech degenerated into animalistic sounds, deep moans and low growls.
The sounds of someone desperate.
The sounds of someone in pain.
Still she softly drew upon him, pausing once in a while to swipe her tongue meticulously around the fat, engorged head. She cradled him like a babe with her bottle, teasing his most sensitive flesh with tiny sucks interspersed with fleeting kisses. Then she would alter the rhythm with deep, soulful pulls and attend to the sacs below.
Valerius writhed helplessly in the bed, his sweat dampening the sheets, all twisted from his struggles. “Rain!” he managed to call out through a long, deep groan, his voice breaking.
But instead of giving him what he needed, she sighed and pulled away, gathering herself up to a sitting position astride his lower stomach just above his groin.
“I cannot give you the release you crave before you are ready for it yourself, warrior,” she explained, licking her lips as if to savor every last drop of him. Her hands enfolded the sides of his face, and to his utter self-contempt, her thumbs rubbed away the moisture that had leaked from the corners of his eyes.
“Don’t be ashamed,” she admonished gently, again seeming to read his thoughts. “This experience is not easily endured. Your body is torn between two extremes. On the one hand, it is triggered to Serve me.”
She demonstrated by sweeping her hand lightly along the length of his now intensely painful erection, “On the other hand, we are not truly mated, and your body knows I cannot reciprocate what it gives me. To some Consorts, orgasm is beyond their reach though there are many ways to satisfy me.”
She lay her head down on his still shuddering chest, over his rapidly beating heart and sighed,