Page 68 of Dark Flame
“You’re deep,” she finally manages to whisper.
“Mhm.” Not sure I’m capable of speaking as my gaze latches onto her neck and my numerous bite marks. I want more. I want her blood as she orgasms around me.
I fist her breasts, bringing them up to my mouth. She watches, breathless, as I flick my tongue against both nipples and drag a fang along one, teasing the possibility.
“You want this?” I pause, waiting for her response, half expecting ano, except a breathless little“Yes,”comes instead.
Keeping her gaze, I take a nipple into my mouth, lapping the nub as my fangs score the upper side of her breast before pushing down. She gasps, her eyes clamping shut in pain. Her hips stop moving, but I finish my bite, sucking very little blood in my mouth as I wait for her pain to pass.
“It’s good,” she whispers after a moment, a nod encouraging me to continue.
I have to be careful. Between her escape, sex, and the blood I’ve consumed from her, she’s bound to be weakening soon.
But until she shows signs, I suck, my tongue flicking her nipple while drinking. I keep an arm around her waist and hold her tight, fucking her as deep and fast as her body will take.
My Bride.
It’s a marvel.She’sa marvel. The entire fact she’s my mate.
But it’s also the worst thing that could have happened to either of us.
“I hate you,” I murmur into her skin, the pressure building at the base of my cock.
But I don’t hate her. I hate Elizabeth Sinclair for murdering Cora. I hate whichever Sinclair witch made Harlow become my downfall. I hate Violet and Arthur Hartman for lying to my Bride and murdering her real family. I hate this situation…but not her.
“I hate you too,” she murmurs in return. “It’s why I ran.”
I lift from her breast to look her in the face, to admit as much as I’m able to. “You fucked up when you did. You have no idea what you’ve done. If you didn’t run, I wouldn’t have attacked.”
Her hips still, her body leaning backwards into my arm. “Are youseriouslyblaming me?”
My free hand weaves through her hair, keeping her in place should she attempt to leave. “Yes, because you were placed in my life to wreck everything.”
“Wreck every—” Her words cut off when I slam her down harder. “What…did…I…wre?—”
Her body bows, this time interrupting her own question. Her hair brushes the back of my arm as she goes motionless, her body tense and convulsing around my cock. With her orgasm, mine won’t be held back any longer.
I bury my head into her shoulder, tongue laving over a bite mark as I shoot inside her, groaning into her skin. Marking her inside and out withme.
No one will ever go near her.
No one will ever look at her.
No one will ever touch her.
She’s mine.
All. Fucking.Mine.
Now and forever. For eternity.
As my orgasm slows and she’s coming down from hers, her body going lax in my arms, I drag my nose up the column of her throat, smelling a combination of me and her. Of the cure, nature, everything forbidden in the world.
For the first time in centuries, I relax, turning us to rest against the pillows. It’s my little Hellion’s new permanent place, even if she’s unaware.
I have to tell her.
Now. Soon. Eventually.
