Page 137 of Bite Marks & Broken Hearts

“How do you want this?” he murmured against my shoulder.

“Want to see you,” I said breathily. “Need to see your face.”

He helped me turn onto my back, settling between my thighs. Looking up at him—at those dark eyes filled with such tender intensity, at the way his curls fell across his forehead—my heart squeezed in my chest. This felt like more than just desire. More than just need. This felt like falling.

The London night sky wheeled above me, stars blurring through my half-closed eyes as sensation overwhelmed me: Seb’s voice, low and honeyed, promising to take care of me; the solid weight of him between my trembling thighs; the slick pressure of his cock teasing against me. Then he was pushing in—slowly, so slowly—and everything else ceased to exist except that single point of connection. My fingers scrabbled against his shoulders, seeking anchor as he filled me impossibly deep, each inch stretching me wider than I thought I could take. When I found my voice, it came out broken. “Seb, I can’t— It’stoo—”

He caught my lips with his, swallowing my gasps as he pressed deeper still. The stretch was overwhelming, burning and perfect and too much all at once. I whimpered into his mouth, my body caught between wanting to pull away and wanting to draw him deeper, until finally—finally—he stilled, fully seated inside me. When I managed to open my eyes, the reverence in his expression stole what little breath I had left.

He leaned down to kiss me, then rested his forehead against mine. Though he didn’t need to breathe, his chest rose and fell rapidly against mine, as if he was trying to draw me into himself. His breath ghosted across my lips, sweet and cool.

“There aren’t words to describe how incredible you feel,” he whispered. He rolled his hips—just the smallest movement—and I clutched his shoulders, a broken sound escaping my throat. “So perfect,”—another gentle thrust that made stars burst behind my eyes—“so beautiful.” My vision blurred as tears gathered, but I couldn’t look away from his face, couldn’t bear to miss a single moment of seeing him like this.

“How does it feel?” he murmured, brushing his lips against my temple.

“Wonderfully full,” I gasped. Every sensation built upon the last, waves of pleasure crashing through me until the London night seemed to press in around us, pushing us closer together. I’d never felt anything like this—like I might shatter if he moved, might die if he didn’t. The universe had condensed to this single moment, to his body against mine, inside mine, completing me in ways I hadn’t known were possible.

“This is so intense,” I gasped as his crown hit that spot again, my fingernails biting into his shoulders. “Is it always like this?”Please don’t let me go. Not ever.

“No, Flynn,” he breathed against my neck. “It’s never like this.”

“Come closer,” I pleaded, trying to draw him even deeper. “I need you closer.”

“I can feel you.” His voice was full of wonder. “Every single beat of your heart. You make me feel so alive, like everything before was just leadingme here, to you, to right now.”

A particularly deep thrust stole my breath, pleasure crackling through every nerve ending. Then the words tumbled from my lips, a wavering rush I couldn’t stop: “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

He went utterly still above me, those dark eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my heart stutter.

“IknowI’m falling in love with you.”

His hand found my aching cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, each touch tender and gentle. In that moment, I knew with bone-deep certainty that I belonged to him, belonged with him. My body, my heart, my soul—all of it was his now, had maybe always been meant to be his.

“Fly for me, angel,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Fall apart for me.”

My fingers tangled in his curls as the pleasure built, higher and higher, my body opening to him completely. When it finally crashed over me, I shattered into stardust, euphoria splitting me wide open. Every colour in existence exploded behind my eyes as I spiralled through the darkness, coming undone below him.

Hot cum pooled between us, warm and sticky on my stomach, and when Seb whispered, “Let me taste you,” I didn’t hesitate. I gathered some on my trembling fingers and pressed them to his lips, watching in awe as he sucked them clean with his quick and eager tongue.

The sight of it sparked something primal in me—a desperate need to give him everything, all of me. “Bite me,” I begged, tilting my head back. “Take me. Take all of me.” When he hesitated, a wild thought flashed through my mind—that I’d drag my own nail across my throat if I had to—but then his fangs were there, pressing against my skin, and I arched up to meet them.

The sharp sting of his teeth piercing my skin made me gasp, but the fullness of him still inside me and the knowledge that I was sustaining him transformed the pain into something precious. When he latched on and began to suck, my fingers found their way into his curls, stroking down his back.

Every pull of Seb’s mouth sent waves of ecstasy pulsing through me. The dual pleasure from both his bite and his continued movement inside me was unlike anything I’d known—it amplified every sensation, and my cock twitched, unbelievably hardening once again.

He drank and drank and drank, and I let him take, take,take, floating in a haze of paradise and surrender, each swallow of my blood drawing us closer together until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

The stars above me blurred into streaks of light, and my limbs grew heavier with each passing second, as if I was sinking into deep water.

“Seb,” I managed weakly. “Let me see you again. Please.”

He made a sound deep in his throat as he pulled away. His tongue traced over the wounds with impossible gentleness, sealing them with careful strokes that sent little shocks of pleasure through my oversensitive body, and I was unable to stop the small whimper that escaped my lips.

When his eyes finally met mine again, they were wild, pupils blown wide. “Lord above me, yourblood…” He sounded utterly undone. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever known.”

His hips snapped forward with new urgency.

“You taste of summer storms.”Thrust.

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