Page 45 of Love Bites

I debated putting my arm beneath his mouth and just trying to wedge his teeth against it to feed him, but that didn’t seem like a great idea. As soon as he recovered enough to realize what was going on, he would release my arm.

If I was going to get him to lose control long enough to feed heavily from me, I needed to be more strategic.

The last few times he’d bitten me, he’d put himself in the power position. He had been on top of me, pinning me, or holding me firmly. He’d been in control.

But in the nightclub, he’d bitten me by accident.

The man didn’t drink fromanyone, yet I’d made him forget himself enough to bite me.

Honestly, I was kind of proud of that.

So, I knew what I needed to do.

I pushed his shoulders, trying to get him off the bed. At first, he didn’t move, so I pushed harder.

“Damian,” I said loudly, trying to wake him up a little.

He stirred a little.

I repeated his name two more times, pushing more.

He slowly peeled himself off the mattress.

His expression told me he was barely conscious, but thankfully, he leaned back in his chair.

“Stitches out?” he mumbled.

“Yeah, I’m totally fine,” I said, slipping off the mattress and sitting down on his lap. His hands didn’t even go to my waist, which told me exactly how out of it he was.

Rather than trying to prod him or seduce him, I kissed him, tugging lightly at his emotions. My magic would wake him up a little more, energizing him. I wouldn’t take much from him while he was so weak, but a little push of my power would do wonders.

When his fingers landed on my hips, I released him and met his heavy gaze. “Bite me, Damian.”

His chest rumbled violently, and his teeth were in my throat before my heart had time to beat again.

His magic felt weak against my skin, barely brushing over me at all. He drank from me hungrily, greedily, with sounds of pleasure and satisfaction.

Over a few minutes, his power grew stronger, relaxing me and making me want him.

I felt it when he realized how long he’d been drinking from me and started to slow down. His fangs were still firmly lodged in my throat, so he definitely wasn’t full.

I needed to distract him before he started to worry he was taking too much.

Biting my lip, I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him against me harder as I yanked on his emotions.

Burning desire.

Fiery lust.

Suppressed hunger.

He growled against my throat, sucking hard, and a heavier wave of his magic hit me.

Something about the intensity of his emotions running through me while his teeth were buried in my throat was absolutely intoxicating.

I rocked my hips, grinding against him as he drank. His cock was hard as stone, his magic making the feel of him even better.

He slowed again, and I took more from him, refusing to let him go.

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