Page 198 of Bitten & Burned
She felt like an inferno, even here in the water. She ground against me, and my breath stuttered. Gods, she was right where I wanted her, right where I ached for her the most.
Even as she rubbed herself against my cock, I knew I couldn’t take her like this. Not rough. Not hard. No pulling or pushing too hard. She needed soft.
I could feel her folds catching on the blunt edge of me as she rocked again and again.
I held her hips steady as she moved. Every time she caught on the ridge, she whimpered, finding my lips again.
I held her there, let her rub against me; she was chasing something, and I wanted to give it to her.
I bit back the impulse to run my fangs along her bottom lip. I could remember the taste of her blood, and I didn’t want to tip this into something I lost control of. Not here. Not now.
Soft. She deserved softness.
Even now, as my eyes fluttered closed and her body gently rubbed against me, I could give her softness.
She was moaning, little short bursts of sound against my lips as she moved. I could just sit here, let her take what she needed. But gods, waiting was so difficult. I wanted to give her exactly what she wanted.
I gripped her hips and dropped my head to her throat, kissing softly down to her collarbone. Soft skin everywhere, begging to be marked.
No, she deserved different. She deserved softness. Warmth. Comfort. Not marked up and bitten.
I kissed down further, to her breasts. I slid my hands up to cup them, pull them up, and out of the water. I flicked my thumbs over her nipples, and she made this adorable little sound that I wanted more of.
“Like that?” I whispered, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, softly, to make them ache. She arched into my hands.
“Yes, Quil, yes, like that…”
She started rocking harder, her movements more sure. She pressed down with her hips, trapping my cock against my stomach and rubbing herself along the length of it. Gods, I wanted her. So bad.
“You’re driving me mad,” I whispered.
“Yeah?” she asked, smiling as she rolled her hips. “Want more?”
I nodded, my eyes fluttering closed. I moaned, and she leaned forward to capture my lips again.
“What do you want, Quil?”
I smiled. “I want you to come. Like that.”
Her eyebrows twitched upward. “Like this?” she rolled her hips to punctuate, and I bit back a groan.
“Just like that.”
“Shouldn’t be difficult,” she whispered. “I’m so close already.”
I ducked my head and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, tongue flicking as she rubbed herself on my cock.
I flicked it like I wanted to flick it against her clit. Like I wanted to drink her in. Her slick, her arousal,her.
I switched to her other breast, and her hands tangled in my hair, holding my head against her chest as her breathing became quicker. Little puffs of air, staccato.
“Gods, I’m close… Quil… please don’t stop.”
I wasn’t doing anything; this was all her, using my body and taking what she needed. Fuck, I could die like this and be completely fulfilled in life. Knowing she found her pleasure fromme.
Her rhythm stuttered, hips slowing, and she moaned, loud into the cave, her voice echoing off the wall. “Gods, I’m coming…”
I held her through it, releasing her nipple when her hips stopped grinding, smiling at her before kissing her neck. “Was that good, Sweetheart?”
