Page 112 of Bite Marks & Broken Hearts

I sucked along one side of it, moaning against it like it was a strawberry ice-lolly I was dying to lick. A suck of his cockhead later, his firm heaviness lay on my tongue. My lips stretched around his impressive girth, and I swirled my tongue around his glans, nipping, sliding.

With my palm pressed against his hip, I could feel the tension coiled tight in Seb’s every muscle—he was restraining himself from thrusting. I rewarded my captive’s valiant efforts by taking him as deep into my throat as I could manage.

That was all it took.

He unleashed a muffled cry of warning—then his hips snapped up, his cock tearing deep into my throat, and he came, drowning me. I half choked on his cum, coughing it back up into my mouth. The taste was unique—metallic and cold, like ice water on a hot day.

I replaced my mouth with my fist, milking Seb through the last of his orgasm. Tremors rippled through the firm muscles of his stomach.So fucking hot.So fucking hot and he was mine.Sent half delusional with need and lust, I spat some of his cum into my palm, then used a finger to mark a cross over his cool chest.

“This is where I shall stake you later, fiend.”

Above the muzzle, his eyes flashed with dark amusement, and he arched his back in clear invitation. A muffled laugh escaped through the leather.

“But first,” I traced my finger lower, following the trail of dark hair down his stomach, “I think there are other places that need conquering.”

Reaching for the bottle on the nightstand, I added more slick to my already wet fingers. Seb’s eyes followed my every movement as I traced patterns on his inner thigh.

“I do wonder,” I murmured, circling closer to my goal. “If you’ll beg for me once I remove that muzzle.”

As I breached him with one finger, his body arched off the bed again, higher now, unleashing a cacophony of muffled, desperate sounds as I inched inside him with careful dedication.

The tight coolness of him gripped my finger as I took my time stretching him, mesmerised by the way his body yielded to my touch, drinking in his every reaction.

When I crooked my fingerjust soagainst his prostate, his whole body went taut. “You know, vampire. If you keep responding like this, I might have to keep you around a little bit longer.”

I weaved a second finger inside, sinking them deeper. My tongue followed, circling his rim, tasting the salt of his skin. The proud vampire lost all pretense of control then, his hips working in desperate circles as he fucked himself on my fingers.

My heart hammered a frantic rhythm, blood rushing in my ears like waves crashing. I withdrew from him and reached for the lube. The click of the cap seemed impossibly loud in the heated silence. I stroked myself, coating my length, fighting to keep my hand steady.

“Last chance to beg for mercy, vampire.” He lifted his legs, placing them heavily on my shoulders. I lined myself up, the head of my firm cock pressing against him. “Or would you be begging for me to be inside you?

Through the muzzle came what might have been a laugh, cut short as I pushed forward.

The resistance I expected never came—Seb’s body welcomed me in like he was made for me, drawing me deeper until I was fully seated inside him. I whimpered at the sensation of cool silk around my cock,so different from anything I’d imagined. My hips trembled with the effort of staying still, letting us both adjust.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my composure slipping. This ancient creature—this lovely,lovelyman—was letting me claim him, take him,possesshim, and the thought made my head spin.

When I finally began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm, Seb’s cock filled again against his stomach. I wrapped my fingers around him, and he twitched delightfully in my grip.

“Already?” I managed through ragged breaths. “Insatiable creature.”

I lost myself in the rhythm, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. The cool grip of his body was like diving into deep water, pulling me under until I could barely breathe. My world narrowed to the push and pull, like the tide against shore, each wave building higher than the last.

Wherever Seb’s heated gaze landed, phantom touches followed—trailing fire down my spine when his eyes traced the length of my body, teasing across my nipples when his stare fixed there, caressing my thighs as his gaze roamed lower. Even when his eyes locked onto my mouth, I felt the ghost of a touch brush against my lips. The sensation made me shudder. A vampire trick? My imagination running wild?

Something shifted then, like a current changing direction. The playful hunter and prey dynamic crumbled as I stared down at him—at the way his dark curls clung to his forehead, how his eyes burned with an intensity that made my chest ache. Every thrust felt more intimate, more real, until that damned muzzle between us became unbearable.

I needed to taste him. Needed to feel his mouth against mine more than I needed my next breath. His eyes traced the path of my hand as I leaned forward, fingers fumbling with the buckles of the muzzle, hands shaking as I worked it free. It fell and I finally saw his full face—lips parted, expression raw with a vulnerability I’d never seen before.

He croaked out, “Flynn—”

“I need to kiss you,” I whispered, my movements stilling completely. Gone was the confident hunter, the playful captor. In that moment, I was just Flynn Carter, terrified and wanting.

Time froze.

“Kiss me.” Seb’s eyes flickered to my lips. “Please.”

That single word undid me. I crashed down to meet his mouth, swallowing his groan as our lips finally met. The kiss was desperate, messy, all teeth and tongue and need. I started moving again, my hips finding a new rhythm that matched the way our mouths moved together. The cool slide of his tongue against mine made me moan—like diving into the deepest part of the ocean.

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