Page 95 of Bitten & Burned
It hit me all at once.
I felt colors burst behind my eyes, a delicious shiver rolled through my body like a wave of happiness, and then… I laughed. It bubbled out of me unbidden, joy fizzing through my blood like champagne. I laughed and sputtered.
And laughed more.
The ache in my belly centered between my thighs, worse than I’d ever felt before, as if he hadn’t just made me come three times minutes before.
I made this groan-gurgle sound and let go of his wrist, eyes wide as he closed the wound and looked at me. “Are you… laughing?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling another giggle rise to the surface like bubbles beneath water. I barked out a laugh, clapping my hands over my mouth. “Fuck. Anton, come here, I want you.”
“You’re laughing…” he repeated, as if he couldn’t believe it.
“Yes, what clued you in?” I asked, collapsing into giggles because his face was so fucking cute and confused.
“Rowena, you have to understand… I’ve given many people my blood, and none of them have ever reacted like this. The closest I got was one woman who pinned me down and tickledme. That was… me laughing. Not… never…”
I hummed and reached for him. “Are you complaining? Why are you still wearing clothes? Gods, take them off, I want you.”
“Wait just a moment,” he laughed, even as I kissed along his jaw and down his neck. “Tell me something first.”
“What?”
“How does it feel?”
I moved back up, nuzzling against his face. I purred in his ear. “Like that…” I purred, then broke into a loud laugh. “Exactly like that, against my clit… and gods, you smell so fucking good, Anton…”
He groaned, low and primal. “Gods, you’re going to undo me.”
“That’s the point,” I replied. “Now undo your trousers. I cannot believe you’re still wearing them.”
I was straddling his hips and had to rise up, my legs shaking.
“Gods, I want you so badly… I don’t even know if I can ride you…”
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ve got you.” He said, grinning wickedly, before rolling me over on my back. “Just let me do all the lifting. Lie back like a goddess and let me worship you…”
“As long as you do it fast—I need you… need your cock, please…” I whispered, fumbling at his waistband. A laugh bubbled up uncontrollably. “Gods, I just said cock.” The word was hilarious and delicious all at once.
He popped the button at his waist, smirking down at me. “You’re high.”
“On you,” I shot back, tugging impatiently until he was free. My breath caught, laughter spilling again. “Well,hello there.”
Anton barked out a laugh. “I take it that’s approval?”
I was still grinning when he pushed into me—wet, open, no resistance. And fuck, he felt huge.
A laugh tore out of me on the end of a moan, my hand flying up to cover my mouth.
Anton caught my wrist, pressing it back down against the sheets. “Are you seriously laughing while I’m inside you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, another giggle slipping free, “and moaning, and swearing, and—gods, Anton—you feel…” I broke off, dissolving into helpless laughter again.
His eyes darkened, amused and ravenous all at once. “You’re killing me, darling. Laughing while I fuck you… Do you know how unfair that is?”
“Not unfair,” I managed between gasps, laughter bubbling with every thrust. “You said catastrophe, remember? I’m just… proving you right.”
He groaned, bracing over me, his mouth crushing mine mid-laugh like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to ruin me or join me.
