Page 62 of Love Bites

I came faster than I ever had before, crying out desperately. As he’d promised, he filled me with two of his fingers as I came down from my high, still working me with his tongue.

My cries were louder and more desperate when I lost it that time.

But he didn’t stop there.

He just feasted.

Licking.

Sucking.

Biting.

Teasing.

It felt endless—and I hoped like hell it really would be.

I came again, and again, before he finally sank his fangs into my upper thigh and slowly worked my clit with his thumb. Though he gave me a break from the intensity of his mouth, his magic took me higher and higher.

When my desperation finally took hold, I pushed his head and he released my thigh. There was satisfaction in his gaze, but I wasn’t done with him.

And, I realized as he set me back down on my feet with his hand still inside me, he wasn’t done with me either.

“Has anyone ever fucked you against a wall, little siren?” There was a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“No.”

I’d only ever had missionary-style sex before he screwed me in that hospital room.

“Good.” He tugged my t-shirt over my head with his free hand, baring my chest before he caught one of my tits and dragged his tongue over my nipple. “Fuck, I love these.”

“Thought they were too little,” I breathed, and he bit down hard enough to make my hips jerk against his hand.

His rumbly chuckle made me smile, despite my intense need. “You desperate for me already?”

“Never.”

“You won’t mind if I take my time, then.” He sucked my nipple painfully slow.

Impatience struck, and I unbuttoned his jeans for him.

He laughed, biting down again so my hips arched against his palm.

“I need younow,” I said.

“You know how to get what you need.”

He wanted me to use my magic.

“Nice try, but I know you’re not sated.”

“Clever little siren.” He brushed his mouth over my throat, and helped me push his jeans down. When he stepped out of them, I finally got his cock in my hand and bit back a groan at the feel of his thick, silky length.

“I want this in my mouth,” I breathed, as his fangs brushed my throat again and he slid his fingers out of my channel.

“You’ll have to catch me off guard if you want that kind of control over me.”

“Or use my magic.”

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