Page 93 of Love Bites

The one I usually used as a fence.

“You put me on the pillow on purpose, didn’t you?” I mumbled.

“Never,” he drawled, sleep in his voice.

“You’re kinky in the middle of the night.”

“All bets are off if you wake me up with your mouth. Or cunt. I’m still waiting for you to sit on my face.”

I fought the urge to bite my lip, my face warm. “You’re going to be waiting a while.”

“Unless you give me permission to wakeyouup whenIwant you.”

I was a goner.

A total goner.

“Alright,” I whispered.

His eyes met mine. “Are you sure?”

“Mostly.”

His lips curved upward. “I’ll give you a chance to turn me down.”

“Then it’s a definite yes.”

He kissed me, and his mouth tasted like my pleasure.

I wasn’t sure whether to be disgusted or turned on by that. Considering that I was still a little horny, the second won out.

He closed his eyes, and I shifted against him a little, trying to get his erection into the perfect position.

“You want more?” There was no judgment in his voice, but my stomach tensed a little anyway.

When he opened his eyes, I saw the wicked gleam in them, and my self-consciousness vanished.

“Needy little siren,” he all but purred.

I heard fabric rustling, and nearly groaned when I felt the head of his cock at my entrance.

“We both know you love me needy,” I breathed, and he grinned as he thrust inside me.

“Unquestionably.”

When we had climaxed together again,Damian tossed the pillow to the very far side of the bed and pulled me into his arms.

“You really don’t like that thing, do you?” I murmured against his neck.

“I despise it, actually.” He kissed my head lightly.

“No more pillow, then.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

I laughed, and he pulled me closer.

I curled into his arms and let myself consider what it might be like if I let myself look at us as real mates, just for a moment.

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