Page 63 of Wicked Bonds
I want to say I’m disgusted with myself, but it’s more complicated than that. I want her, and I want to destroy her. I want her to destroy me. I want to go back to a time before I was this, before centuries of servitude and blood oaths and the endless, endless watching made me hollow. I want the ache in my chest to be something other than hunger and shame.
I want her to keep hitting me, so I let her. I want her to keep fighting, so I give her something to fight against. But the truth is,I want her, and not in the way I want anyone else. Not even in the way I used to want. I want her to be free, and I also want to keep her here, with me, at any cost.
She slaps my face, hard. “Let go of me,” she hisses.
“No,” I say, and I mean it in every way it can be meant.
She hooks her leg higher on my back, tries to use the leverage to flip us, but I’m done letting her win for now.
I run my mouth down her jaw, to the pulse point at the side of her neck. She tilts her head away, giving me access, but when I pause, she huffs out a laugh. “Go ahead. Bite me. You know you want to.”
She’s right. I do. I want to sink my fangs into her, drink her dry and fill her back up with myself. Instead I drag my tongue over the skin, slow and deliberate, feel her shudder. I can hear her heart pounding, can smell the rush of blood and adrenaline and arousal, so strong I could get drunk on it.
Immediately her hands are in my hair, yanking so hard it should make my scalp sear with pain, if I were not what I was.
She yanks my head back, exposing my own throat, and for a split second I see the madness in her eyes, the lengths she’s willing to go.
“You want to hurt me,” I say, and it’s not a challenge.
She bares her teeth. “Maybe I do.”
“Then do it.”
She bites, hard, right where the human jugular would be. I feel her teeth but she can’t break my skin. She bites again, lower, and for a moment I wonder if maybe she really will rip me open, orif she’ll make good on her promise to set me on fire and leave nothing but ashes. The thought thrills me.
She pulls back, panting.
She’s the one who kisses me this time, lips hard on mine, tongue forcing its way into my mouth. She bites my tongue. I reward her with a hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so I can look into her eyes.
My other hand slides up under her sweater shirt, skimming her bare skin. She arches into me, daring me to go further, so I cup her breast over her bra and squeeze, feeling the nipple harden against my palm.
We’re both shaking now, locked in a contest neither of us wants to lose.
I scoop her up, one arm under her ass, and carry her to the bed.
I toss her down onto the mattress, and she’s on her elbows instantly, daring me to come closer. I follow, crawling over her, penning her in with my arms.
She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down for another kiss. I let my weight settle over her, grind my hips against hers. She’s already wet, I can smell it, and the knowledge makes my restraint snap.
I slide my hand up her thigh, to the zipper of her jeans, pulling it down and pushing my hand inside, fingers brushing the edge of her underwear. She’s soaked. She moans into my mouth, and it’s the hottest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
I hook her panties aside, run two fingers along her slit, tease her clit until she’s writhing. She bites my shoulder, hard, but I don’tstop. I dip my fingers inside her, slow at first, then faster. She matches my rhythm, hips rocking against my hand.
“Harder,” she pants. “Stop holding back.”
I do as I’m told, driving into her with enough force to make her gasp. Her nails rake down my back, and I kiss her to swallow her scream.
She comes quick and violent, clenching around my fingers, mouth open. I don’t stop until she is completely spent.
“Motherfucker,” she gasps.
“I’m not done.” My hands slide under her shirt, up her stomach, and I push it higher, then pull down her bra, baring her breasts. I take one in my mouth, rolling the nipple between my teeth, sucking until she bucks against me. I give the other the same attention, then kiss lower, down her stomach.
I take my time, peeling her jeans down her legs. Her underwear is ruined, soaked through, so I tear it in two, exposing her beautiful pussy. I nuzzle between her thighs, letting her know with my mouth exactly how much I want her. She’s still mad, but her legs part for me anyway, hips lifting off the bed. She winds her fingers into my hair, yanks hard enough I have to work for each inch she gives me, but I love it, I adore her for it, I want her to never let go.
I lap at her slowly, just to torture her, knowing the anticipation will make her even more wild. She tries to squirm away when it’s too much, still sensitive from her orgasm, so I pin her thighs to the mattress with my hands and feast on her, eating her like I’ve never tasted anything so fucking divine. She curses me, calls me every name she can think of, but when I suck her clit betweenmy lips she shudders and pushes her cunt up towards me, like an offering to the gods.
I look up at her from between her legs, and lock eyes with her. “Patience, Rose.”
