Page 69 of A Dose of Agony
He smirks. “When I crouched over you and your body writhed beneath me—terrified but so turned on.”
Fuck, I was not ready for that. My body clenches.
“That’s the one,” he murmurs smoothly. “You like it, don’t you? Being afraid of me. You want more of it. You want me to devour you, as a beast and as a man.”
I whimper at those words, at the imagery.
“Tell me,” he says, voice gravelly. I’m still gripping his hands above his head, but somehow, I’m athismercy. I can barely breathe.
“Yes,” I pant.
His chest rumbles with that deep purr.
My eyes fly open at a new thought. Sex with him, right now, with so much uncertainty is unwise, but maybe there’s something else that can scratch that itch for now.
I press my chest back down to his, lips going to his neck. My teeth are nothing like his, flat and weak, but I press them into his skin hard. He groans, and I smile. “Bite me, Jarron.”
He flips me over so his weight is on top of me.
His lips seize the soft skin of my throat. I gasp, throwing my head back, ready for the pain and pleasure to take control of my mind and body, but his lips graze the skin, followed by his tongue. I shiver.
I’m panting, desperate for this one connection with him that I’m allowed. The one way I can give myself to him entirely. A bite is pleasure, with no magic. Not a commitment, not a link.
My whole body jerks at the sharp press of fangs against my delicate skin, but he stops at just the gentle teasing press. He’s taunting me, teasing and I could throttle him for it. But the feeling is nearly as wonderful as it is irritating.
His jaw tightens, just enough for me to arch into him and utter that one single plea. “Please,” I gasp, almost involuntarily.
Jarron obeys.
His jaw clenches, powerful and demanding, and his fangs sink into my flesh. My vision flickers black, with the flare of pain.
I grit my teeth, but the discomfort is brief and an instant later it’s like it ever happened, allowing me to stay more aware than last time.
He sucks the blood from my body into his. Warm and soothing. He moans, his muscles clenching my arms so tight it borders on painful.
That inferno of pleasure takes its time to flare to life this time, but somehow that only makes it all the more intense. A blistering sensation spreads slowly like venom through my bloodstream, savoring it’s possession of my body.
Jarron hungrily takes, and takes. Devouring. All-consuming. I want him to take more. I want to be dismantled to my very essence by this man.
When he pushes his body against mine, I feel his desire and it sends a new sensation through my body. My head lolls back and I moan in earnest.
He pauses, jaw still clenched on my vulnerable throat, but his body stills, as if surprised by the sound. He sucks harder against my sensitive skin, and I writhe beneath his hold. I whimper in his grasp.
He groans and bites harder. That’s when my back arches, head dropping back, and my vision blurs.
That sweet, sweet bliss takes control, and I’m lost to this feeling. I’m falling, falling, falling, lost in his sensation so overwhelming and yet beautiful. I could live her, forever, in his trance where there is no pain or fear; there is only me and him and this feeling.
All at once, the pleasure ends and it’s like I’m dropped in a bucket of cold water. I’m gasping, gripping his back in clenched fingers.
“No,” I whisper, but already my mind is resettling in my body and I remember that he must stop. Shit. I’m reeling, spinning out of control. Trying to find my feet. My cheeks are burning hot. My body pulsing.
He drops his face into the crook of my neck, breathing me in as I pant. “You are fucking glorious.”
I grin at that comment and soak in this feeling.
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