Page 107 of Bite Marks & Broken Hearts

Another kiss, this time to the corner of my mouth. My eyes fluttered closed as his lips brushed against mine, gentle and sweet.

First.

Kiss.

Last.

Kiss.

Everything.

Warmth bloomed through my chest, chasing away the cold pangs of anxiety. I melted into him, all my earlier fears dissolving under the tender press of his mouth against mine.

“I can’t wait to hear those gorgeous sounds of yours again,” he all but whispered into my ear, before taking my lobe between his sharp teeth.

I couldn’t help it. A tiny moan escaped me, and he chuckled.

“Are you… Are you going to bite me again?” I said, on a rushed breath. The prospect had me dizzy with excitement.

He pulled back, frowning. “No. Definitely not. In fact…” He grabbed one of the items from the dresser—a small metal cask. He wiggled it, and liquid sloshed. “I’m going to sate myself as much as possible, on this extraordinarily overpriced blood.”

“Was it terribly expensive?”

“Yes.” Seb’s lips curved into a smile. “But don’t you worry about that.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, making my heart flutter. “Having that sweet cock of yours inside of me will be worth every penny.”

My breath caught in my throat.Oh.

I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved. The pressure of being more in control hadn’t even occurred to me until this moment. I’d watched a fair bit—okay, alot—of porn, but I suddenly felt woefully unprepared. How badly could I mess this up?

But then again, the thought of Seb wanting me like that, of him trusting me enough… My dick gave a hearty throb, as if telling me to shut up, that it was up for the challenge.

“Is that how… you want to do it?” I managed to get out, my voice embarrassingly shaky.

Seb considered me. “You told me…”

“I know,” I said quickly. “That’s fine. I mean, that’s great.”

Seb’s hands slid lower. “Though I’d love nothing more than to plunge myself into your tight heat…” His voice was rough against my ear as his fingers pressed more firmly, drawing a whimper from my throat. “That pleasure will have to be yours to take. Because…”

He reached for the other items on the dresser, and my jaw dropped as I took in what he held. A length of thin rope, deep burgundy in colour, and something black. Black and leather.

“No.” I pressed my hand to my mouth, unable to stop the nervous laugh that bubbled up. “You want to be tied up? And wear a muzzle?” The question came out high-pitched.Why the fuck does he even have that?“Where did you get that from?”

“It’s not personally mine.” Seb’s lips quirked. “But you’d be amazed what we’ve got stored in these rooms.”

His thumb traced circles on my hip, but I couldn’t move past the muzzle gleaming dully in the low light.

“Is this… what you’re into?Bondage?” I felt like I’d just skipped easy mode and gone straight to level one hundred.

His soft laugh rumbled in his chest. “It’s a safety precaution. But if this all makes you uncomfortable…”

“I guess…” I shifted my weight, trying to find the right words. “I just… I wanted our first time to be more… I don’t know. Natural? Normal?” My throat tightened. “With two equally active parties? And less like you’re some kind of dangerous animal that needs restraining.”

Seb’s expression softened. “Flynn.” He set the items down and cupped my face in his hands. “This is only about keeping you safe. If I lose control, even for a moment…” His thumb traced my bottom lip. “I could tear your throat out without meaning to. The bloodlust, combined with how good it’s going to feel… it’s too risky.”

“But when you bit me before—”

“That was different. With the amount I want you, this is going to be far more intense.” His eyes held mine, serious. “Either we do this with precautions, or we don’t do it at all. I won’t risk your life just for pleasure.”

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