My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 92

I stared at Sariel, processing his words and watching his pupils burn, proving he meant what he said.

"You cannot simply murder her…" I muttered quite nervously.

"Elora has many skeletons in her closet. I just need to find them and accuse her of doing something requiring the death penalty." He shrugged as if it was something obvious and would happen sooner or later.

I stated, with a wry smile, "I don't think she would expose herself if she worked for many years to become the queen."

"That is why I will have to make her reveal all of her secrets," he smirked.

I didn't like the sound of it already, but I asked, "How are you going to do that?"

"I will have to… play nice around her for a while," he chuckled, as if it didn't mean that he would have to seduce her.

I sighed heavily, "What if I don't want you to?"

"Are you already jealous, my love?" He pulled me closer and started kissing his way down my neck.

"Stop…" I mumbled while feeling the arousal rising within me despite my protest, "I am covered in blood and sweat…"

He snorted, "You are right. Let's wash this off of you first."

He gently kissed my lips, then lifted me in his arms and carried me under the shower as I stood. I barely managed to take my shoes off before he put me down in a cabin. He undressed and walked to that cabin naked quicker than I could take off my top. He smirked. It took him less than three seconds to help me get rid of the rest of my clothing by ripping it off my body. Then he turned on the water and began delicately rinsing the blood off my hair. His fingers tangled in my hair, gently rubbing my skin. The water turned red quickly as I realized my body had been literally painted with blood.

"I will wash you," he declared, already squeezing out a bit of shampoo on his hand.

Something that at first felt awkward and embarrassing quickly began to bring me a slightly different form of excitement. I had never thought that washing my hair could become so sensual and elating. Sariel massaged my head in the way my senses went wild. Then he moved to the rest of my body, slowly caressing it bit by bit while soaping. He kept his eyes locked on mine as his hands traveled up and down, stroking my body. His amazing touch, his scent, his eyes hungry for me, the drops of hot water roaming my skin, it all made me shiver. As the soap flowed down the shower drain, he pressed his body against mine and gave me a long, passionate kiss.

He put me in a playful mood, and for once, I didn't want him to make all the rules in this game. I shot him a teasing grin as I slightly pushed him away from me.

"I may be clean… but you are still sweaty," I murmured to his ear.

"Vampires do not sweat," he smirked.

"They don't?" His words caught me off guard.

He snickered and pulled me close, pressing his lips against mine. This time I was determined not to submit to him. I broke our kiss, leaning my head back, and pushed him away again.

"Still… you need to be washed properly, just like me," I grinned, squeezing out shower gel onto my hand.

He chuckled and, finally, spread his hands, surrendering to me. I decided to take my time enjoying his body. My fingers run down his neck, his broad shoulders, and his visible collarbones. Then I slid my hands down his chest and looked straight into his eyes. I gasped. I had never seen his pupils so bright and fiery. He resembled a starving predator, staring at the prey he had been chasing for months. I quickly realized that I might have overestimated my courage…

Covering my embarrassment with a flirt, I glided behind him to massage his muscled back. He grunted as I marked my way down his spine with my little kisses. Then my hands embraced him, reaching into his chest and teasing his nipples with my fingertips. I could feel his hands getting desperate to grab me and pull me in front of him.

"Don't," I whispered, trying to be the one in control a little longer.

His body tensed as my hands slightly cupped each of his perfect abdominals. As the impatient roar escaped his throat, he turned around and slammed me against the wall, his hands at each side of my head. He was panting, his eyes filled to the brim with lust. I couldn't resist the urge to glance down; he was hard. He leaned over, his lips aimed at mine, but I stopped him, pushing him away once more. He smirked at me, a bit of confusion shadowing his eyes. I trembled in hesitation, but that night I wanted to take control over his pleasure.

I slid down to my knees with my heart pounding, forcing myself to look into his eyes as I took his hardness into my mouth. What was awkward at first turned into something more enjoyable as my confidence grew with his groans of pleasure.

"Lilith…" he called out my name more than I could count as I played around his most sensitive spots with my tongue.

I could feel his body, touching his nerves gently, leading him to his climax on my terms. He roared, reaching it as I intentionally made his way there take a little longer, enjoying every second of it.

Afterwards, he looked down at me, desire clouding his gaze. "I will punish you for that." He panted, lifting me from my knees and taking me in his arms.

His punishment lasted all night long. He made certain that I would scream with delight at the pleasure he gave me. At that moment, I wasn't certain if my regeneration skills were such a good thing since I would rather happily lose consciousness after our fifth or sixth round with my multiple orgasms in each. He wouldn't let me rest until I begged him to and said that I forgave him for leaving me for almost a week without saying a word. Finally, he grinned victoriously and wrapped me in his arms, mercifully allowing me to get some sleep.