Forty

“Adrian, we have to finish the ritual blood, and sex magick has to be performed for our bond to be completed. I know how I look. I know your scared that you’ll hurt me. The moment the bond takes, I’ll be healed, I promise.” He replied, “you think I care how you look? I don’t give a shit how you look. I care about hurting you. You don’t look like you could even handle a kiss.” I held the whimper when he pulled me closer. With a touch as light as a feather, he tilted my head and gently kissed me. I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. I ignored the pain, I pulled Adrian closer to me. Adrian pulled back from our kiss and whispered, you are so damn beautiful. He gently kissed my jawline and made a trail of kisses down my neck. Adrian untied the belt holding my robes closed. Moving aside the blood-soaked material and exposed my left breast. He kissed my breast before covering his mouth over my nipple. Flicking it with his tongue, it felt so good a small moan escaped my mouth. Adrian kne