Looking Khamun's way, she studied his rigid posture at the table. There was a hidden undertone that had her worried for him. When she touched both parents, she saw that tension was the reason why Khamun kept his family at a distance.
She frowned and reached over to slide her hand over his. His glance from the side of his stern face made her heart reach out to him. They definitely needed to talk about it all, and not through some easy mind-lock.
Dinner couldn't have been over fast enough
, Khamun thought as he cleaned up the kitchen. His mother had wanted to stay around and tidy up, but his father had other plans and quickly snatched her up and took her home. Part of him knew his father did that on his behalf, to help him spend time with a napping Sanna.
He smiled thinking about her. Through her shyness, she connected well with his parents, and even though he knew she had picked up a lot of hidden dialog between him and his parents, she rode with it like a soldier. It made him sit proud at that table, that he had his own queen to have his back in this all.
He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her. She lay mouth open, eyes closed, and passed out hard. He chuckled as her hand sleepily ran over her belly while she turned on her side. His eyes instantly rested on her plump rear as he smiled. He could watch her sleep for a lifetime. Hell, he did just that over her lifetime, but now it was different. No cloaking, no following protocol. No. Everything was now out in the open, and she was his.
With a quiet ease, he picked her up and carried her to his room. She had her own rooms, but he didn't want to tell her that just yet. He wanted her scent all through his sheets for those nights when he needed to feel her next to him and she wasn't there.
“Khamun?”
He looked down as he held her. Sanna shifted in his arms, making him hold her tighter. “Yeah? I'm sorry I woke you.” He paused and pushed open his bedroom door before walking in, kicking lights on with his mind.
“It's okay. Just had a little bit of the
itis
. That potpie was so good.” She flashed him a sleepy smile.
As she watched him, she became more alert, and his stomach clenched with sudden anticipation and the need to kiss her. “Yeah, Sanna?” Khamun closed his eyes. He felt her fingers strum through his braided locks, loosening each braid.
She played with the ends of his locks as she muttered, “Hmm?”
Her body seemed to shimmer and he ran his tongue over his fangs. He could feel them threatening to drop, and his body shook with need. He had been neglecting his feedings still. By now he should have been sick, sweating with a fever, but ever since he had that taste of her blood due to Kali, he had been ignoring his huntings to feed.
His last feeding was when fighting against the demons that were chasing Amit. Yet, weeks later, he was functioning fine, but now, with her near to him, that seemed to have changed.
As he gently sat her down, he felt his hands shaking. “I have to go out tonight,” slipped cautiously from his lips, and he inwardly cursed. He had other plans, such as seducing her, but now his body seemed to crave something else, and he wasn't about to drink from her without her consent.
So, the idea of hunting shot out of his mouth before asking her, and the look in her eyes had him burning with heat mixed with a need to feed. His Craving was taking over, and he knew he'd fuck her up if she didn't stop looking so damn good.
“Why?” Her pleading voice wafted across his senses.
It made his sight go hazy as he gazed at her pulsing aortic vein and he growled. “I thirst. I need to go, baby.” He pulled up and her hand cupped his face.
She pulled him back down, and her lips suddenly brushed against his.
A moan stirred in his belly and worked its way up through his slightly parted lips. As it escaped from it, it spilled out and filled the room as he gripped her.
“Drink from me. I saw you had already before,” she calmly coaxed. Her fingertips traced his jawline, and he tilted his head to kiss the palm of her hand.
“I don't want to hurt you, because right now I want to fuck you. No soft, slow lovemaking, but straight take your throat and go so deep into you that I black out.” His voice was so low and primal, it rumbled. He was taken aback because that was the last thing he wanted to say. His eyes roamed over her hazy face, and he swore he saw her smile while she shifted under him.
“I know. I saw it in my dreams. I need you to feed, baby, so you don't get sick, so feed.”
Khamun felt her cup the back of his head with her hands. She pushed his mouth to her neck, and he hissed, his fangs dropping as he pulled way. “Naw, baby, I want to mark you elsewhere.” He pulled his locks back.
He demanded her eyes to follow his movements while he ran his hands down her body and momentarily stopped to pull off his tee. He too had been dreaming about this, and every dream of passion seemed to hit his body as he licked his lips. He dropped down in a sweeping motion to slide her on her hip while he kissed her thick, buttery-soft thigh.
His third eye opened, and he could see her biting her lower lip as power ebbed from her to meld with his own snapping current. The sensation caused his shoulders to roll back as he let his wings open.
“Oh, why are you so sexy and beautiful, Khamun?”
He let his lips draw over the back of her knee to kiss his way to her calf. “Because . . . I'm about to sound corny, but this is divine truth. I was made just for you, baby. No lie.”
He kissed the top of her foot and then rubbed her delicate foot between his hands. Her eyes seemed to hum in power as he slid her leg over his shoulder, shifting downward to kiss her intoxicatingly warm inner thigh.
“Damn! Sanna, tell me to stop now because once I kiss your inner thigh again, baby, all stopping is going out the door.” He waited for her reply.
He looked up and saw her arching, her hands gripping the sheets, while his third eye roamed over her body like invisible fingers, stroking and caressing her. He smiled as he let one psychic finger tap against her blossoming bud.
She gasped, “No, don't stop.”
Tilting his head with a quiet smile, he kissed her. His wings slid under her to lift her up as he slipped down her silky body, sucking her soft flesh at her thigh. Her sweet, honeyed scent took over his air, and he groaned as he briefly brushed the tip of his nose over her covered mound.
“So this is mine?” he quizzically asked, waiting.
From an angle he saw Sanna's head bob up and down with a yes, and he deeply chuckled. The Reaper in him enjoyed this type of hunt.
“I can't hear you, baby. So this is mine? To taste? To kiss? To feed from?”
Sanna's gasp hit him squared in his sacs, almost milking him, and he centered himself, breathing slowly.
She licked her lips, swallowing hard. “Yâyes. I'm yours.”
Khamun turned his head to kiss and trace her buttery softness. The tip of his tongue circled in a swirling motion against her inner thigh. He was glad she was wearing the shorts he hadn't changed her out of.
“Mmm! You taste so sweet, Sanna. Can I have you for a lifetime?” He knew if he bit her at this moment, his Craving would turn into a marking, and she would be a part of him as if they were married.
In the Nephilim world, a marking bite was the releasing of pheromones through the fangs that injected into the intended mate. This only happened during the Craving, and when an intended mate had opened their mental barriers for the union. This bite signaled a marriage of sorts.
Khamun could taste the sweet mixture in his mouth as he swallowed and waited for Sanna's mental barriers, body and soul, to say yes. As he glanced up, he saw her body glow from her eyes through her soul.
Sanna softly smiled, her voice humming with power, “Yes, we've waited too long.”
Khamun whispered, “Oracle-Vessel? Sanna?”
Sanna's hand slid over her thigh then over his face as she softly replied, “The one and the same.”
Khamun's own power locked and synced with her, and he inwardly groaned. His fangs dropped at full length as he bowed his head and took his bite. His fangs sank into her soft silky skin, and he marked her. His lips were so close to her heated mound that, while he drank, he knew he had instantly found her pleasure vein.
Her light, rich taste flooded his senses, and he pressed down more, drinking, as she groaned. Her hands fisted in his locks, and he pulled back some, to let his fingers shift to brush against her covered mound.
As he drank, he listened to her panting, and her hips rocked up against his touch. He hooked a finger to push the fabric of her shorts to the side and expose her shimmering pearl.
The first kiss of air against her hardening bud hit hard.
Khamun smiled at the way she lifted from the bed for him. His hunger seemed to double as he stared at her opening petals. Bowing his head low, he sealed his bite wound with a kiss and the flick of his tongue.
Her ample hips ached to be touched and he slipped his hands under them, then up her back as she looked down at him. Her hands reached up to rest on his shoulders and he found the zipper to her jumper. He slowly pulled down, until it opened for him like a Christmas present.
Sanna turned for him, his wings still cradling her and she allowed him to pull it off of her voluptuous body.
He sat up some to gently lay her back on the bed and his wings slid back as he studied her body. A flash of worry hit her face and he gently took her hand, entwining their fingers. He placed her palm against his heart, and then dragged it over his abs. That spark of worry in her eyes melted away and he kissed her palm again.
“Your blood has me at ease baby. I thought I'd rip through you. Shit. You are so . . . intoxicating. But your blood . . . it's calmed me,” he rumbled.
He took her hand and reached for her other, to hook her thumbs on the waist of his jeans. Motioning for her to pull down, he slid up and she pulled down. A sudden burst of nervousness hit him from her scent and he dropped a kiss on her. Kissing a lower lip then a top, he then slid the tip of his tongue in her mouth.
He knew she could taste her blood and the remains of his marking secretion. He let her savor the newest of it all as she shook with need, pushing his jeans down with her feet as her nails dug into his back.
He almost nodded and said,
Take that shit
, as she took the kiss deeper. His rigid member jutted out to hit his stomach, his tip aching as he pushed the rest of his jeans to the floor. His fingers found her bra, and he pulled back to drop his head to kiss the top of her pillow-soft breasts.
Music flooded through his mind, connecting to his surround system as Raheem DeVaughn crooned “Closer (Won't Be Long).”
Sanna sharply inhaled as she cradled his head and he unhinged her lacy black bra, making it drop to the floor behind him with his power. He was lost in her soft skin as he opened his mouth and let a toffee-dipped nipple slip into his mouth.
As he sucked and gently tugged, he felt as if her hands were suddenly caressing him, stroking with the same rhythm he played with at her pebbled nipple. He sucked air between his teeth.
He clearly felt her hands on his back, but this was more. He knew he had opened her third eye. The scent of her desire and his flowed through the room. He slid down to kiss her belly while he slowly pulled at her black boy shorts.
“I dreamed you were this beautiful,” he muttered and shifted, pulling the lacy fabric off with one hand while his other hand gently parted her supple flesh. She lay open like a plum, dripping sweet nectar just for him.
He remembered how good she tasted before. He smiled as he glanced up at her. Her beautiful chocolate eyes glowed golden, and it made him kiss the petals of her lips lightly. He tilted his head, bringing her to his mouth and French-kissed her caramel sweet haven. His tongue slipped within her creamy walls, and she arched, shifting and softly gripping the sheets. He held her in place as he widened her luscious thighs and pulled back to dip in and out of her before twisting the tip of his tongue over her swollen bud.
Her panting egged him on as he flattened his tongue and gave her a couple long licks before leaning in to kiss and suck her pearl. His anticipation was heightened as he dipped his tongue within and let her hips ride his mouth before he switched and slowly slipped a finger into her tightness. The tension of it had him pulling back slowly to keep her wet before he attempted again.
After a couple of tries, giving her a rhythm she could take, he felt her milky walls tighten around his fingers, and he smiled, kissing her bud, before making a come-here motion.
“Khamun!” escaped her lips.
He loved that he made her nervousness disappear. Her body was poetry in motion while he dropped his hands and shifted up, kissing until he found her beautiful mouth. He could read her body while he touched her and he felt her tension return.