Page 214 of Bitten & Burned
“You’re gonna get it, baby, just don’t slow down. Do you feel it?”
“Yes, fuck… yes. I need… I need…”
“Go ahead, sweet girl. Come for me so I can fuck you again. You got me all hard watching you moan and whimper.”
He was right to keep it slow; it felt like a hot, but very real wave that dragged me under and wouldn’t let go. My fingers were cramping, but I was still coming.
“That’s it, Rowena… that’s it, sweetheart, you’re so good for me, so good…”
I tugged my hand away, and Quil caught my fingers, licked them clean. The darkness had returned in his eyes.
“Hands and knees,” he commanded.
I did as he said, shaking as he slipped one knee between mine and shoved them farther apart. His hand gripped my hair, pulling me up and arching my back as he slid in again. He used my hair to pull me back against him, and the wet slaps of our bodies meeting were deafening.
“Don’t come yet, I want you to enjoy this for a little while. Just let it simmer, let me get you there. And then, when I do, don’t stop until I let you.”
He eased in, hitting deep and pulling back out. I swore I could feel every ridge in his cock as it dragged in and out of me.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re right there, aren’t you? Oh gods, I canfeel it. Come for me, Rowena. Squeeze me tight and come for me.”
I did. I couldn’t do anything else.
I don’t know how long I stayed there in that space, floaty and coming over and over again as he railed into me.
“Give me one more…” he murmured. “One more, baby. Just one more before I fill you up. Let me bite you. Come for me once more with my fangs in your throat.
I whimpered as he set a gruelingly fast pace, our hips bouncing off one another as he leaned over my shoulder. His fangs scraped the skin. He murmured, “Okay, sweetheart. Now.”
And then he sank his teeth into my shoulder.
My heart skipped, and he slammed his hips into mine. I felt the break. Felt the surge of pleasure as it rushed to fill me. The soft draw of his lips as he drank from me, filling me and taking from me in equal measures.
I felt the pleasure crest, and all I was, was a quivering blob, held up by him as he drank from me and fucked me hard. I exploded, squeezing his cock and making him groan and stutter against me.
I felt him finish, the hot rush of his release filling me and dripping out as he closed and licked the bite clean and leaned back, hands still in my hair as his hips stammered out in the aftershocks, still thrusting into me.
“Fucking hells,” he murmured, hips still moving as he rocked into me.
I squeezed around him, unable to stop as he continued to claim me.
He let go of my hair, and I collapsed forward, moaning softly and meeting his sporadic thrusts with ones of my own.
“Gods,” I finally whispered, and he laughed, chuckled against me as he finally pulled out, rolling me over so I could look at him. His dark eyes melted into warmth, his hard touch softening as he pulled me close.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his mouth still red with my blood.
“Gods, yes,” I moaned softly, draping myself over him. “Was there any question?”
“Well, you squeezed me so hard when I bit you, I thought you were trying to break it off.”
I chuckled, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “No, definitely not.”
“I can take it,” he whispered. “I can take you like that. Squeeze me as hard as you want, sweetheart, I love it.”
“I love you,” I whispered. “All of you.”
“I love you,” he echoed, leaning down to kiss me. “Every single drop of you.”
