Page 94 of Crimson Oath
She wanted to suck his blood and taste the thick sweetness on her tongue. She wanted to lap at his cock and run her fangs over the turgid skin.
Oleg took his time, bending down to change the angle of histhrusts as he hit her clitoris from his new position and sent her tumbling into pleasure again.
“Too much.” She dug her fingers into the muscle at his neck, and Oleg snarled, throwing his head to the side as he snapped at her thumb with his dull front teeth.
“Mine.” He pulled back when he heard her small gasp, locking eyes with her as he pinned her to the wall. “You are mine.”
Was she?
Or was she the one who possessed?
Her mind was utterly clear, completely focused. Her amnis felt sharper than it ever had.
There was a ripple of blue fire riding his shoulders. Keeping their eyes locked together, she pulled the water to her palms and smoothed her hands over his burning skin.
“Shhh.” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. She closed her eyes and imagined sinking her teeth into his skin, swallowing hot gulps of his blood that would slide sweet down her throat.
Yes. She could picture it in her mind, and her mouth watered.
“What have you done to me?” Oleg’s voice was halfway between anger and wonder. “Tatyana?—”
She captured his mouth with her own, cutting off words that might have made her think too much.
She didn’t want him to speak. She wanted his body, his fangs, and his fire.
Oleg wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed Tatyana so close to his chest that there was nothing between them save for their rioting amnis that reached out, caressing fire against water before it exploded in pleasure when Oleg came.
She felt his climax through her entire body, minute bursts of energy over every inch of her skin as he pulled his amnis back so hard she thought his body might burn to ash from the inside.
He leaned against her, holding her tight as his body remained linked with hers.
Mine. She heard the whisper in her mind again.
This powerful monster. This burning fire.
Tatyana felt a surge of feral pride and a possessive instinct that reached up and wrapped around her throat.
Mine.
The water poured over them, and when she looked up, Oleg’s eyes were closed.
It was as close to peaceful as she had ever seen him, and she was ready to sink her teeth into his shoulder to mark her territory.
This was not good.
She needed some distance. She needed tothink. And she couldn’t do that with Oleg anywhere near her. “Oleg.”
“Hmm.” He stroked a hand over her head, running his palm down the wet length of her hair.
“It’s nearly dawn.”
He opened his eyes and looked to the side. “Yes, I feel it.”
“What are you going to do?”
He slowly set Tatyana down and eased away from her body.
Empty. She felt empty when he left her.
