Page 63 of Love Bites

“Not tonight. Tonight, you wear my release inside your sweet little body.”

He finally sank his teeth into my throat, pinning one of my hands above my head as he filled me smoothly.

I nearly forgot how to breathe with the overwhelm of his magic and his cock flooding me.

He thrust inside me as he drank, fucking me slow and deep against the wall until his fangs retracted. I finally let myself dig into his emotions, and the feel ofeverythingheightened.

His tongue dragged over the spot he’d bitten me, and I came so hard, I screamed.

He snarled in satisfaction as he drove into me rougher, dragging out my pleasure and filling me with his.

Our chests rose and fell together as we came down from the high.

“That was amazing,” I breathed against him.

“You come so fucking well on my mouth.”

“Apparently, I like oral sex.”

“More proof that you were made for me. I could spend all night between your thighs.”

“It felt like youdid.”

He scooped me up and carried me to the bed, grabbing his phone. “Luckily, you tried to go to sleep ridiculously early. We’re only fifteen minutes late for the meeting.”

“Fifteen minutes? We’re not even dressed. Or clean. And you’re covered in glitter.”

His lips curved wickedly. “Guess there’s no time to shower.”

“You did this on purpose,” I hissed, sliding off his cock. I missed the feel of him immediately, but had to ignore that.

“Of course I did.”

I huffed. “I hope they make fun of you for sparkling. What do you wear to these meetings?”

“Clothes.”

I flashed him a glare.

He chuckled. “There’s no dress code. I usually just wear jeans and a button-up. Bane wears sweats. It’s whatever you’re comfortable in.”

“So I should go with my white bikini?”

His eyes gleamed. “If you don’t want me to let you out of the room, sure.”

I scowled, stepping into the closet and grabbing a pair of panties and a bra. I didn’t have much as far as dress clothing went—didn’t have anything, actually—so the only real option was jeans and a fitted tee.

I put them on, and Damian stepped up behind me, moving his hands slowly over the curve of my waist. “You look perfect.”

He’d pulled on the same thing he was wearing earlier. “So do you.”

My words were a little reluctant. I didn’t love admitting how good he looked—mostly because I didn’t want him to think he had any more power over me than we both knew he already held.

After I straightened my top, he took my hand and wove his fingers between mine. We took the elevator to the bottom floor, and my hand tightened a little in his.

Meeting the other kings was a big deal. They were powerful men, and they could hurt me if they wanted to. I needed to look strong when we faced them, not like Damian’slittle siren.

“Don’t act like we’re a real couple in there. We’re just mates who are feeding each other and screwing,” I warned.

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