Page 96 of Bitten & Burned
He hissed, low and raw. “Gods… you feel like a sin, Rowena. One I’ll burn for, gladly…”
“You feel… fucking huge, Anton… gods… just…. Split me open, fuck.”
“Do you want me to stop?” He teased, hips dead still in that way that only vampires can be.
“Don’t youdare,” I moaned. “Unless you mean stopteasing, because yes, in that case…”
He hummed against my throat, licking along my neck. “I might want to bite you first…”
“Oh gods, yes, just do it,” I moaned, baring my throat for him.
For the briefest moment, Quil’s face flashed in my mind—his mouth on my throat, the guilt, the regret. My chest squeezed tight.
“Hey…” Anton nuzzled me, kissing my skin. “Are you still with me?”
But this wasn’t Quil. This was Anton. Reverent. Steady. Waiting. Offering, not taking.
I nodded, turning my head. “Maybe the other side.”
“Of course, darling, it would be my pleasure.”
Instantly, the fear melted away, leaving me shivering in a wonderful way.
I was his again. Anton’s. I wanted to be. I could die like this and be perfectly happy.
All I wanted was to lie down and let him worship me with his hands, his tongue, his teeth, his cock… fuck, I wanted all of him.
“Anton… Please… take me…”
He growled, the sound feral and awakening. He bent and sank into me for the second time. His teeth broke my skin so gently I almost didn’t register it—until the warm pull of him drinking spread fire through my veins. The first mouthful he took, he groaned. The second, he pulled back…
“Oh darling...” His hand ghosted over the sigil burned intomy thigh. I flinched away from his touch. He could feel it now. And pity was creeping in. I had to stop it.
“Make me forget it,” I whispered.
He didn’t need to respond. He snapped his hips into mine, his mouth latching over the bite on my neck. He groaned into my skin as he thrust into me, each sound vibrating through my bones.
My nerves sang, split between pain and pleasure—the wound on my thigh burning even as everything else he gave me drowned it out. Fuck.
Pleasure won.
I tumbled over the edge, chanting his name as he licked the bite closed again. My body held onto him, holding him inside as I came around his cock.
He moaned, thrusting shallowly as I fluttered around him, slowing to a stop. Immediately, he nuzzled my throat. “Are you alright? You’re not hurting, are you?”
“If I am, I don’t fucking care,” I said with a lazy grin.
“You might later…” he murmured, kissing me softly, peppering small kisses over my collarbone. He was still deep inside. Still rock hard.
“Gods, I still want you…”
“I can tell, you’re milking my cock like it owes you money…” he whispered.
“It owes me something, alright.”
He chuckled against my lips. “You’ll have it, darling. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not. I won’t ever worry again. Everything’s so… gods, Anton… perfect.”
