Page 72 of Bitten & Burned
This fury oflust—deep in my bones, in my blood, in the bond burning between us.
I hiked up my skirt more, removing any and all barriers I could. Moaning into his mouth when I succeeded, when it was just the thin fabric of my slip shorts against my skin. Rocking against the sharp ridge of his cock through our clothes. Trying to pull him into me with nothing but willpower and sheer madness.
“Fuck, Rowena,” he panted, his voice frayed. “You’re gonna break me, sweetheart.”
I wanted more. Needed him inside me, but fuck if I was going to stop long enough to pull off clothes.
Instinct won, I let my head loll to the side, baring my throat.
His breath hitched when I tore my lips from his, his hips grinding slowly and hard against me. Silent. Waiting. He wasn’t going to say no. But I had to ask.
“Take me,” I whispered. “Bite me.”
He hesitated, his body trembling through every grind of his hips.
And then… his mouth latched on, fangs sinking deep.
The pain.
It sparked something. A fire. A fucking inferno.
I snapped.
I ground down hard, my hands holding the sides of his face as he drew deeply from my throat.
I shook. Shuddered. Came like that, rutting against his cock and his fangs deep in my throat. Drinking me.
I cried out as the pleasure took me. Quick. Hard. I felt myself clench around nothing.
I moaned his name in time with my heartbeat.
“Quil. Quil. Quil… Quil…Quil?”
My hands tried to push. Fingers tried to grasp. To yank. Pull his hair, scratch. Something.
He wasn’t stopping. His groan was deep as he drew on me again. And again. It was too much.
The bond ignited. Electric pulses that started sharp, but rapidly grew fuzzy. Slow. Lethargic.
“Quil… please… it’s too… Quil…”
I was cold.
Boneless. Floating.
Voices filtered through the haze. Muffled, like they were underwater.
“Quil—stop!”
“She’s fading?—”
I wanted to answer. To say I was fine.
But I wasn’t fine.
I was dying. Inferno burnt out. Only embers, sizzling into nothing.
I felt it when he was pulled from me.
