CHAPTER 459: ** FIRE IN HIS VEIN

"Are you planning to suck my cock, Fiery-wife?"

Heat rushed to her face so fast she nearly laughed. She placed her hand on his knee, steadying herself and whispered with mischief, "Maybe."

He chuckled low, the sound like thunder wrapped in velvet.

"Gods... don’t tempt me when I’m like this."

"You said you could see in the dark," she teased softly.

"And I can. I see you. Even now. Even always."

She leaned in, her forehead brushing his. "Then find me again when the dark is too deep."

He didn’t answer with words this time. Only wrapped his arms around her slowly, pulling her to his lap, burying his face in her neck. A vampire, yes—but at that moment, just a man. A husband in need of warmth, not blood. A lover in need of grace, not lust.

But would a vampire never be in need of lust? she shook her head, no.

"I want to pleasure you"

Alaric’s breath slowed, his arms still around her, heavy and possessive, as if she were the only thing anchoring him to this world.

Salviana tilted her head, her lips grazing his jaw, barely a whisper of touch. The closeness of him, the scent of pine and smoke lingering on his skin, the faint iron in his breath from the blood—it should’ve frightened her once.

Now, it drew her closer.

"Then close your eyes," she whispered, voice softer than moonlight.

He didn’t question her.

He obeyed.

She smiled, brushing her fingers along the collar of his tunic. "And feel this."

Her hand moved up to his throat, feeling the slight pulse there. Not a human rhythm, no—but something deep, dark, ancient. Something his. Her thumb traced the sharp angle of his jaw, then brushed over his lips, lingering.

"I want you to know," she said, voice like a promise, "that no part of you terrifies me. Not your strength. Not your darkness. Not the way you look at me like you could devour me whole."

He exhaled shakily. "I could, Salviana."

She leaned in, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth. "But you won’t."

He swallowed, his muscles twitching beneath her. "You don’t know what you’re doing."

"I do," she said, her hands trailing down his chest now, slow and reverent. "I’m showing you that even this—especially this—belongs to us. Not to fear. Not to the past. Us."

Her lips ghosted over his, still not kissing, just the threat of it. He remained perfectly still beneath her, trembling slightly, his hands fisted in the fabric of her nightdress.

"You always tell me you’ll lose control," she said, brushing her nose along his. "Then let me guide you. Let me show you that you don’t have to be afraid of yourself... with me."

He opened his eyes now—barely. Just enough to meet hers. They blazed, not with hunger, but with something deeper. A kind of surrender. Worship.

"Salviana," he whispered, reverent. "You’re the fire in my bones."

"And you," she said with a trembling smile, "are the night that wraps around me and keeps me safe."

This time, when she kissed him—it was soft. Intentional. Not rushed, not desperate. Just lips meeting lips in the sacred hush of trust.

She groped his shaft as she whispered, "This is ours,"

Alaric jerked, his breath coming out as pants. He was seduced.

"You’re going to suck my cock like the sex goddess you’re." he said filthy.

Salviana giggled as she pulled out his heavy, engorged cock. Her fingers circled it all the way without touching.

"I miss this," she mumbled, "How can you keep this away from me?" She kissed the tip making him restless.

"I’m sorry princess but you have all of it now," he groaned desperate for her touch, Salviana was just as eager, it’s not everyday he lets his guard down.

"Now please suck" he demanded.

Salviana grinned.

Alaric loved how tiny she was compared to him. She too must be wondering how he’d fit into her mouth but he’d do it.

He loved how it’ll barely fit.

"I’ll suck you off now, my fire prince" she moaned before she wrapped her lips around his cock, taking it inch by inch. Her warmth engulfed it.

Alaric shuddered when she flattened her tongue against his shaft. His abdomen a live wave.

Salviana felt his hand move as he attempt to pack aside her red hair but she couldn’t glance away from the demanding cock.

A cold wind blew and it only made Salviana suck deeper.

Alaric dropped his head back and groaned loudly at the vibration her moan caused on his cock. Salviana was great at it. She had the stamina, since she was a divine lady and quite obviously still growing out of being a people pleaser.

And she was enthusiastic with it.

He could tell she loved going down on him.

And boy does he love it too.

He jerked and fucked her mouth as she sucked on it, up and down.

Salviana loved it all, the sucking, the spitting, the choking, the kissing, the way his cock hit the back of her throat when he grabbed her hair and fucked her face.

"Oh Fiery, you are..." he trailed off in a growl.

He was noticing. She loved gagging on it and often tried to take him all the way to the root.

In fact, the art of pleasure is something Salviana masters, thought Alaric.

Tilting his chin down, Alaric watched as she sucked him off. He patted her glossy hair, trailing along her forehead with a smile.

Lacing her long red hair in his fist, he pushed her deeper into his cock.

She pulled back slightly before taking him further in with a small moan, he groaned pulling her hair and that only got her to be messier, he controlled her head so she let saliva drop and coat his dick making her slide up and down easy.

She continued pulling Alaric’s cock like a lollipop until he shook almost violently as he came into her throat, his pleasure climaxed as he shot his creamy pleasure into her mouth.

He was so relaxed he didn’t even warn her he was about to cum in her mouth.

Salviana smiled and continued to suck and pop.

Alaric was now breathing with his mouth open and eyes rolled.

He needed that, he really did.

Salviana stood up with a smile his grip in her hair had loosen so his hand fell in the process.

Before he would say a word his dick was rising again and Salviana quickly started to lift her dress.