81. LORD BLACKWOOD (POV)

Hearing that Nyra desires me more than anything in the world was like letting a wall I had built over centuries crumble. And I know everything could end the moment she discovers that I did indeed intend to sacrifice her. But knowing that another man might have touched her feels like a piece of me has been tortured until the last drop of blood.

I pull my lips away from hers, running my thumb over the trail I left on her swollen lips from the kiss.

"Your lips, always so sweet, young lady."

The soft touch of my thumb on her lips makes my heart race, and I feel the urgency and desire flowing between us, a powerful echo of the battles we have faced together.

Nyra looks at me intensely, her eyes reflecting a mix of desire and trust. "Alaric," she begins, her voice soft yet firm, "I need you. All of you."

The vulnerability in her voice, the sincerity in her request, strike the core of my defenses, dismantling the last barriers I had kept up for so long. For a moment, the memory of my original plan to sacrifice her weighs on me, a dark secret that still haunts me. But seeing her here, so close and so surrendered, I know I can't afford to think about what might have been.

"I need you too, Nyra," I admit, my voice almost a whisper. I lean in again, capturing her lips in a kiss that is both a promise and a redemption. It's gentle at first, exploratory, but quickly deepens, fueled by suppressed desire and the raw emotion we share.

When we finally pull apart to breathe, my gaze drops to her neck, where her pulse is visible under the skin. Her desire for my blood, a bond that has connected us in ways I could have never imagined, resurfaces, tangible between us. "Do you still want it?" I ask, my voice hoarse with the intensity of the moment.

Nyra nods, her gaze fixed on mine, filled with burning passion. "Yes, more than anything."

I take a deep breath, the decision made in my heart even before she responds. Exposing my neck, I tilt my head to the side, offering her the access she desires, a symbolic surrender of my own life, my own being.

She moves closer, her breath warm against my skin. I feel her lips press gently against my skin before her fangs pierce. The touch is careful, reverent, and the pain is a sweet reminder of the deep bond we share. Each drop of blood that flows to her strengthens this bond, sealing unspoken promises and healing old wounds.

When she finishes, she does so slowly, her eyes still closed as she savors the last drop. As she opens her eyes, there's a new light in them, a strength I've seen grow since we faced our challenges together.

"I've never felt so alive, Alaric," she says softly, touching my neck with her fingers, the spot still warm from her touch.

And I, finally free from the shadows of my past, know that what we have is real and stronger than any challenge we might face. "Me neither, Nyra. Not even me," I reply, pulling her closer, removing her panties, immediately getting rid of my clothes, leaving me completely naked.

I pull her onto my lap, insert my cock into her pussy, which slides easily through my erection, making me wince, put my hand straight into her hair, wrapping it around my fist.

I tilt her body and she starts to move slowly on top of me, teasing me, sending pleasure throughout my body, which tenses with the intensity of the moment. I hold her waist and nibble on her breasts.

"You drive me crazy, young lady." I whisper between her breasts, nibbling and sucking on them.

Her moan comes out straight away. "You drive me even crazier. Don't say anything else, just do it." Nyra moves me in an indescribable way, she raises her body looking at me with intensity, wanting the same as me. The mischievous smile on her lips makes me certain that she wants the same pleasure I feel for her.

If she hesitates, I comply with her request, pulling her onto the bed and lying on top of her, leaving her beneath me. My lips explore her body again, kissing and nibbling every inch of her soft skin. I feel her hands on my back, sliding over my ribcage, as our breaths mingle in a rapid rhythm.

I trail my kisses down his belly, admiring his body and desiring every millimeter of it. I run my fingers along her groin and spread her legs in one movement, bringing my hand up to her clit and massaging it. She moans and I feel her spasms.

"Ask for it, young lady." I whisper.

"Please..." I hold my cock while I run my tongue over her clit, which makes her moan even more. I kiss my way up her belly to her breasts, kissing and sucking each one. I hold her chin and suck on her lip with a certain desire.

"Very wet, just for me, young lady." I slide my cock into her entrance, making her moan and it drives me crazy, to feel her tight against me and so wet. I could easily cum now.

I start to move, alternating between hard thrusts and slow thrusts, just to tease her more, it's driving her crazy. I lose myself in her moans, increasing the pace of my thrusts. I feel her hands on my back, scratching it as the intensity of my movements increases.

"Moan more for me, young lady." And so she does, and with one swift movement I kneel on the bed and turn her onto her back. I penetrate her again, this time urgently, because I can't stay away from her body. I lean over her, increasing the pace and feeling my orgasm getting closer and closer.

I grab her hair and pull her to her knees, holding her body to mine, and with my other hand I squeeze her breast. She moans my name and I bring my lips close to her neck, rubbing it gently as I inhale her sweet scent that makes me even more lost in her.

"Yummy," I nibble on her neck. She places her hand on my breast, making me squeeze it. She takes her hand to my hair and pulls it, increasing my thrusts even more, making her moan even more, her body trembling.

I slide my hands around her waist, feeling her soft skin. I grab her hips, pulling her closer. I squeeze my fingers, sliding down her thigh and finding my way to her clit. I hold her hips and make slow, gradually increasing movements just to tease her.

I hear her protest and smile with satisfaction. I start to feel her body tremble and it drives me crazy, my movements become fast and strong.

She moans loudly, releasing herself in an intense orgasm, which squeezes my entire length, leaving my cock throbbing, and I slap her ass. Closing my eyes tightly, I tense my muscles and come inside her pussy.

I feel her legs go weak, making her fall onto the bed with her breathing cut off. Pulling in air through my nose, I try to regain my strength. I lie down next to her and pull her on top of me. Grabbing her lip, I suck and bite it lightly and stare into her beautiful blue eyes.

"You make me lose my mind. " I whisper with my lips on hers. She smiles and slides her hand down my abdomen to my cock. She moves her lips down my chin, sliding across my chest, nibbling, without taking her eyes off mine. I feel her move her hand around my cock, making me let out a moan.

She kneels between my legs, tilts her body and runs the tip of her tongue along my cock, I bite my lip, lost in her gaze. She starts sucking just the head of my cock, I lean in a little and hold on to her hair, squeezing it. She begins to thrust my entire cock into her mouth, making slow, torturous movements. I let out a long moan as she intensifies the movements of her mouth, playing with the head of my cock as she tortures me.

Finally, she starts sucking on it. I can hardly stand it and pull her onto my lap. I raised my body and grabbed her around the waist, bringing our bodies together.

"Do you like playing with fire, young lady?" She smiles and slides her hand through my hair, making me shiver. Her eyes on mine make me move my hips slowly. I grab her lip with my teeth before sucking it hard, feeling her nails scratch my back in a delicious, torturous way. I grab her hair and she starts to move her hips quickly, with firm thrusts. I help her with the movements and her body starts to tremble, I squeeze her against me, I release her lips and she comes on my cock, tilting her head back, I feel my cock throbbing again next to hers and I end up coming with her.

As Nyra lays with her head resting on my chest, I gently stroke her hair, each touch a silent promise of my continued presence by her side. I kiss her forehead softly, savoring the peace of the moment.

"I'm so lost for you, young lady. But I know you're confused about a lot of things," I confess, my gaze drifting to the ceiling of our darkened room, where moonlight sneaks through to offer a faint illumination.

"You know I surrendered to you a long time ago, it's only a matter of time before everything is as it should be, Alaric," she responds, her voice filled with a weary yet content assurance.

She sighs, a sound that speaks of deep relaxation and the onset of sleep. Her body grows heavier against mine, signaling her drift into dreams. I continue to stroke her hair, a rhythmic, soothing motion that lulls even my own restless thoughts.

As her breathing deepens, signaling that sleep has fully claimed her, I allow myself a moment to think about the future, about what lies ahead for us. The weight of her trust and her dreams rests with me, and I vow silently to protect both with everything I have. As the night deepens, I too close my eyes, comforted by her presence and the bond that grows stronger with each passing moment.