Page 107 of Wicked Flavors

“You don’t need to keep me,” Ambrosius whispered against her ear. “You already have me. You’ve always had me, my gorgeous girl. From the moment you walked into my antique shop.”

“Me, too,” she whimpered. “I’ve never felt anything like this, but I’m yours, Ambrosius. I’m yours—”

Ambrosius turned her face enough to kiss her.

The feeling overwhelmed him, this peculiar tenderness. It didn’t make sense, but Gwen was right. Nothing about them was normal, so why would this be any different? The intensity of the feeling grew with every slow and messy meeting of their mouths.

Despite Gwen’s fatigue, she still ground her ass against his cock. She still whimpered when he loosened her robe and slipped his hands beneath. She ripped her mouth from his as he toyed with her breasts, panting and eager. Ambrosius closed his mouth onto her bare shoulder, biting hard enough for blood to swell to the surface. It made Gwen arch, crying in pleasure.

“I know I said—”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Gwen whispered. “Please, please, can you—”

“Yes, yes, give me a moment—”

With Gwen’s assistance, they managed to shove his pants away, allowing Ambrosius to slip his cock between Gwen’s thighs. She wiggled, gasping as he slid against her wet cunt. The sensation made Ambrosius hold her tighter as he rolled his hips. The tease soon became too much for either of them, and Ambrosius ended their suffering.

Gwen moaned loudly as Ambrosius slid inside, gripping his neck as the other hand held onto his wrist. He panted against her neck, eyes nearly rolling back into his head at the delicious grip she had on him. It took all his effort not to slip into his more demonic form as Gwen impatiently shifted her hips.

“Fuck, Ro,” Gwen whined. “I can’t—”

“I know, I know,” Ambrosius groaned in return. “I don’t think I can either.”

The lazy movement quickly grew frantic. The heat between them soon became damp with their heavy breaths. Gwen was so much, even as Ambrosius pulled her leg aside to reach between her thighs. Her cries only grew louder with every push of his hips and the brush of his fingers. Her foot curled against his calf as her body finally arched.

“Are you—”

“Yes, I’m—oh!”

“Good,” Ambrosius panted, “Me too.Fuck!”

The intensity of the release left them both shaking, hot and sticky as they clung to each other. While the encounter had been relatively short in comparison to others, it left them both sensitive and panting. Gwen cried out at the loss of him as Ambrosius gently rolled her to face him.

He kissed her cheek, then her lips, and kept kissing any part of her he could reach. When his lips found her breast, he pulled her nipple into his mouth. His teeth pressed into the tender flesh until blood spilled again. Gwen gasped, hands clutching his head close, before he eventually pulled away. Blood and saliva connected by a thin strand to his mouth.

“Goddamn it, Ro,” Gwen cursed, a hand bashfully moving to cover her mouth.

“Too much?”

Gwen shook her head. “Never.”

Ambrosius grinned, pulling her shy hand to his mouth. Gwen watched, eyes dilating as he pulled her ring finger into his mouth. He sucked on the small digit, rolling his tongue against her fingertip before his teeth came down. Gwen winced, then whined as Ambrosius dragged his tongue back.

Her finger now had small teeth marks around the base, encircling it like a ring.

“I’m not sure if I can say it…” Ambrosius pressed a kiss to her palm. “But I hope you understand what this means?”

Gwen eyed the marks on her ring finger, her post sex mind slowly putting the pieces together. He saw the moment she understood, her amber eyes glimmering with all her human emotions.

“I do,” she whispered. “I do.”

Ambrosius smiled.

They kissed.

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