I close my eyes as he kneels on the floor between my legs, and immediately Valentine slaps my inner thigh hard enough that I have to look at him. He gives me a warning look, and I realize he expects me to watch, even if I can’t see much lying flat on my back like this.
Maintaining eye contact as he drops between my legs, he allows the silvery liquid in his mouth to slowly spill over his lips and drip down over my lower stomach.
I cry out in pain the moment it touches my skin. It’s so cold it burns.
Valentine bends to lick it off me, and instant relief washes over me until he repeats this, allowing it to drip down my innermost thigh as his hands force my legs as wide as they’ll go. He licks the blood off me again, his tongue running over the dip created where my inner thigh meets my torso.
Pain is shooting through my body where his hands press into lesions and recently reset bones.
Valentine lifts his head one more time, meeting my gaze again as he shifts my hips further toward the ceiling and opens his mouth. He lets the silver blood drip from his tongue and directly between my legs, before dropping his mouth over me.
His tongue tastes me for a split second before he sits back, his eyebrow raised in surprise before he slowly looks up into my face, grinning as he bites his lip.
I can’t make sense of what’s going on as he brings his tongue back down on me, this time pushing into me, forcing the icy liquid inside my body.
Suddenly the icy burn starts to grow before bursting through my body in excruciating waves of pain and pleasure.
Despite my best efforts, I can’t keep my eyes open as my body reacts, arching against him of its own accord. Valentine wraps his arms around my hips to keep me anchored to him as he continues to work his tongue over and in me.
I reach out grab his head as the pain eventually subsides and is replaced entirely with pleasure … only to abruptly realize what I’ve just done.
I can move.
Dropping my hand from his hair, I try to scramble back from the edge of the bed, but Valentine doesn’t even seem to notice my struggle as his tongue only continues to lap at me.
My mind races as I try to figure out what I should do.
Think Evelyn, think.
This is easier said than done as Valentine begins sucking on me, the pleasure only intensifying once again. I hate how good his mouth feels against me, and how easy it would be to give in.
Is he really as bad as Dante and the others say he is?
I can’t believe I just thought that.
Seven’s advice suddenly comes flooding back into my mind.
You have to struggle.
Gritting my teeth, I use everything in me to struggle against Valentine. Somehow, I manage to brace one of my heels against his collarbone and shove myself back just enough to separate his mouth from my body.
It’s enough.
Sense once again floods my body, and a new wave of fight or flight adrenaline surges through my body. I scramble back from him as I hurry to put as much space between us as possible.
Valentine lets out a low growl of pleasure as he rises to reach for me to hold me in place. I kick out at him, and my heel meets with his perfect nose.
There’s a loud crunch, and Valentine stumbles backward lifting a hand to his nose as silvery blood trickles from it.
He looks just as stunned as I feel, as he brushes the blood from his upper lip and then slowly looks up to meet my eyes. For a second, I’m sure he’s about to murder me, but then he grins.
“I can see why they like you,” he says, snapping his nose back into place before stalking forward.
I scream, turning to crawl over the bed as he grabs me from behind to pull me toward him. I try to kick out at him again, but he catches my ankles.
“Let me go!”
“Never,” he says, laughing coldly as he drags me beneath him, pinning me under him as he leans forward to try to kiss my neck.