Book 1 of The Courts of Daemonium.
Alexander 'Xander' Duran, the world's first Lamia, has been in charge of the Courts of Daemonium for decades. After being turned into a shadow-wielding, blood-thirsty Daemon in 1649 by Lilith, his only purpose in h...
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Blood.
The only thing Xander could fixate on was that tiny drop that kept growing on Adriana's finger. She smelled delicious. Not just that small drop, but the sweat on her skin and the heat between her thighs he had so desperately missed. And she had no idea.
She had no idea that his mind was racing with thoughts of ravishing her in every way possible. He could feel himself getting hard just from the thought of sinking his teeth into her naked, writhing body, drowning them both in her warm blood. He could make her beg for him first, beg for him to kiss her, to touch her, to fuck her. It would be so easy, he knew how much she desired him, how much she craved him, almost as much as he needed her.
She was the object of all of his desires, the most beautiful woman who was bleeding with the most alluring scent that filled the air, wafting through his nostrils and making his mouth water. It was a sweet, intoxicating aroma that made his throat burn with need. He could practically taste her blood just from the smell of her bleeding finger and he wondered if he would ever be able to get enough of it. He wondered if it would compare to the taste of her sweet arousal that he loved so much. The small taste he had from earlier wasn't enough, he was desperate for more.
He wanted her, needed her, and he was going to take her.
"Are you sure you won't let me dress it for you?" he asked, his hands gripping the edge of the table in the middle of the kitchens as he leaned over it, staring at Adriana who stood on the other side.
She had her back to him as she inspected her hand in the moonlight that shone through the windows. The thorn had embedded itself deep into her finger and she was struggling to pull it out.
"No, I do not want to make you feel uncomfortable. I am sure it will be fine, anyway, just hand me that cloth beside you."
He picked up the scrap of cloth on the table and stalked round to meet her, his movements slow and precise in case she caught on to his lust. He dropped the cloth next to her as he approached her from behind. She had finally managed to pull the thorn out and the bleeding on her finger had increased to a steady drip that trailed down her hand.
She reached for the cloth to wrap around her finger but was pulled back as Xander wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his body. He tucked her hair behind her and dipped his head to kiss the side of her neck, his tongue licking a path from her shoulder to behind her ear. She moaned at the feeling of his hot mouth against her skin, almost forgetting the pain in her bleeding finger.
"Let me help you," his deep voice sang against her skin in the most alluring melody. "Let me take the pain away."
He turned her around to face him. His hand wrapped around hers, holding her bleeding finger between them, his eyes fixated on the slowly drying trails of blood that painted her hand. She noticed he had taken his gloves off, and his other hand was palming against the growing bulge in his trousers.
