Page 108 of Bite Marks & Broken Hearts

I glanced at the rope and muzzle again.

“Okay,” I whispered. “If that’s what you need to feel safe.”

I was still processing the whole bondage situation when Seb’s expression shifted to something more playful, eyes glinting.

“You know,” he purred, stepping closer. “We could make this fun. Add a dash of roleplay to ease the tension.”

“What?”Roleplaynow?!

His hand slid down my chest, coming to rest at my hip before brushing against the front of my pyjamas. Though light, the pressure had me quivering.

“Mmm. Perhaps you could be a vampire hunter.” His voice dropped lower, the sound like dark velvet against my skin. “One who’s finally caught the big bad vampire he’s been chasing.” His fingers traced the outline of my bulge, and I hissed softly. “And now you get to do whatever you want with your captive.”

I almost laughed at the absurdity of it—me, playing at being some kind of badass vampire hunter. But before I could tease him for watching too much Buffy, Seb had dropped gracefully to his knees in front of me. My brain short-circuited at the sight.

His mouth pressed against me through the chequered fabric, tongue tracing the length of my cock. Even with the barrier, the sensation was glorious. My head fell back against the wall with a thud as a moan escaped my lips.

Seb pulled away from me, and a disgruntled noise slipped out of me.

“Hold on. I’ll quickly drink.”

“Oh. Right. The very expensive blood.”

He crossed to the dresser in fluid movements, grabbing the cask. The scent hit me—metallic and rich. My stomach twisted slightly, but I couldn’t look away as Seb lifted it to his lips.

He drank deeply, his throat working as he swallowed. His eyes never left mine, burning with an intensity that made my breath catch. A drop of crimson escaped the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin.

My hand drifted to my thigh, then my groin, fingers pressing against the growing ache there. Seb’s gaze tracked the movement, and he tookanother long pull from the cask. His predatory stare as he drank set every nerve ending ablaze, molten desire spreading through my body.

I shifted, trying to find some relief from the building pressure. My palm rubbed slow circles over my dick as I watched him feed. There was something mesmerizing about it—dangerous and beautiful all at once.

Seb kept drinking, swallow after swallow. To keep himself under control. For me.

Something wild fluttered in my chest at the thought.

“Does it taste nice?” I asked innocently, though I knew he’d understand what I wanted to hear.

The empty cask clattered against the floor, rolling away into a corner. Seb’s mouth glistened crimson as he swiped the back of his hand across it in one feral motion.

In a blink, he crossed the space between us. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him. The coolness of his body seeped through my clothes, making me gasp.

“Like dirt compared to how you taste, sweet angel. You were absoluteperfection.”

Fucking hell.My legs turned to jelly, and I started to slip from his grasp. His grip tightened instantly, keeping me upright. My hands found purchase on his shoulders, steadying myself.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” I bit into my lip. “But sorry in advance if it’s not the best.”

Seb’s cool fingers caught my chin, his thumb gently tugging my lip free. “It’s already the best,” he murmured, eyes so, so soft. “Whatever happens—it’s already perfect because it’s you.”

Heat bloomed across my cheeks at his words. How did he know exactly what to say to make my heart feel like it might burst?

“Besides.” His lips quirked into that devastating half-smile. “I haven’t had sex in twenty years.” He winked. “So I’m practically as virginal as you are.”

I rolled my eyes, but the tension in my shoulders eased slightly.

“Let me have one quick taste first,” he said silkily, dropping to his knees again, tugging on the elastic of my pyjama bottoms.

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