Blood Song

She did not hesitate to obey him this time, his teasing motions having driven her passed nerves and onto something bolder. She growled with a sick pleasure as his fangs delved deep into her flesh and his weight was placed over her body. Widening her stance to hold herself steady, the wicked woman growled and purred. His embrace did the trick, and Vianni forgot about anything other than him and the way he alone made her feel. She knew her mate would be brutal and would tear her apart until he was sated. She was not a woman who cried for mercy very often, and she happened to love the way Lucifer made her burn. When the moment came, she tilted her head back and viciously snapped her fangs uselessly in the air. Her teeth remained unsheathed, her eyes burned with the promise of paying him back for the pain he caused, and her rumbling growl echoed through the bowels of the ship. The legacy of Hell was coming, and she would be the one to deliver it.

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