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I shake my head. Not usually. Right now, though, Iwantit.
“Okay.” He inhales deep, like I smell as good to him as he does to me. “You’re doing so good, killer.”
“Yeah?” I whimper.
“Yeah, baby.” His laughter is soft. Wound up. “I’m trying to come up with a list of things Iwouldn’tdo just to be allowed to eat your cunt right now, and I can’t think of a single item.”
“Why don’t you, then?” I whine.
“’Cause you’ve never asked me to before. And no,nowdoesn’t count. Open your legs wider. A little more. Yeah.” The last word is exhaled. A little choked. Like he’ssavoring. Adding a file to his visual library. “I have no right to it, but fuck, I just want to see enough to imagine what’s happening.” His tongue runs a broad stroke across a spot on the side of my throat, and a fraction of a second later I’m on the verge of coming.
“W- why does that feel so good?”
“What?”
“When you touch me— there.”
“Where?” He briefly lets go of me. Moves my hair over my shoulder again, baring my back. “Here?” This time, he scrapeshis teeth against the skin between my shoulder blades, and my head shatters into a thousand pieces.
I arch like a sail, breathless, speechless. Nod frantically as my fingers speed up under the cotton of my soaked panties, and—
“I didn’t say you could go faster,” he chides with a brief tap of his fingers over the fabric.
I grit my teeth and stop. Resume with slow circles that are somehow too much and not enough. My entire body isglowing.
“These are your glands, Serena. Did no one show you?”
“No.”
“Might be for the best. I’d have to stop what I’m doing and go kill them.” Another graze of his teeth. All my muscles clench, and I’m afraid I’ll pass out. “There are five places in your skin where your scent is stronger and your hormones are thickest.”
“Five?”
“The inside of your wrists.” He brings my left hand to his mouth and nips the area at the base of my palm, making me shudder. “Each side of your throat.” He sucks on the right for far longer than would be necessary for a simple demonstration. By the end, I’m trembling so bad, my fingers can barely stay on my clit. “And then there’s the back of your neck.” Another slow, savoring lick. My eyes roll back in my head.
“’S good,” I slur. “This one’s . . . good.”
The chuff of his laughter makes me even shakier. “This one is special. It’s where I would bite you, Serena. High up, where clothes couldn’t hide it. And then I’d lick my bite every day to remind you.” He sucks on it, and the pleasure is so intense, I have to twist away, overwhelmed. “If you knew the things I think about every time your neck is bare, you’d walk around in a fucking cape.”
“I do— I want to know. Tell me.”
“That would be unwise, killer. In fact, you shouldn’t let me near it at all. Nearyou.” One last kiss. He covers my back withthe curtain of my hair and taps again at my hand— a silent order to continue touching myself.
I’m instantly on the verge of coming. I think I’ll slip over, but something pulls me back.
“What about—ah— what aboutme?”
“Hmm?”
“Where wouldIbiteyou, to show that you’re mine?”
Koen goes still at the question. And then, after processing it for entirely too long, he lets out a soft, explosive curse against my collarbone. “I hate it,” he breathes out.
“What?”
“Howperfectyou are. I spent the last twenty years hoping that if there was a mate for me out there, I’d never come across them. And then I found you, and, Serena . . . there isn’t one thing I would change about you. Or one single thing I regret about knowing you.”
Suddenly, tears are streaming red-hot down my cheeks. “You haven’t answered me,” I say, quickening the rhythm of my fingers.
