Page 94 of When Bones Whisper
“I won’t be able to stop,” he said, eyes trailing to her exposed breasts, nipples peaked and damp from his earlier administrations. “It’s already too much being this close to you and hearing your blood rushing through your veins,” he paused and inhaled sharply through his nose, “your intoxicating scent perfuming the air and arousal running down my wrist, soaking the sheets.”
“I want you,” she said, swallowing hard. “I wantallof you,evenif it’s risky.”
He sat up abruptly, simultaneously slipping his fingers from her in one smooth movement, leaving an aching, empty void in their place.No, he can’t stop now.She shivered, a wash of cold air slithered over her as she chased his body up, rocking against air, when his fingers came down in a slap against her clit.
“Don’t tempt your death like that,” he said, tone so deep the sound resonated, tickling her eardrums. “Or I will spank your ass until it’s all pretty and pink.”
She grabbed his sharp jawline between two fingers, challenge threading her stare, her words biting. “Then control yourself.”
While she wanted him to dominate her, she wasn’t going to allow him to hide behind the bond. He took so much pride in his restraint, so he could damn well control himself when it came to her blood.
A moan vibrated her teeth when he moved down, peppering kisses in a trail over her breasts, stomach, to between her legs. She ran her fingers over taut muscles, feeling the dips and valleys of his toned back before he moved down, his fangs splitting as his jaw unhinged, revealing three sets of fangs.
He rolled his erection against the bed, his fangs nipping her silky folds, spearing his tongue inside. Pulling back for a second, he said, “Damn, I’m going to come just from the taste of you.”
Liquid fire ran through her veins, her stomach tightening with each lick.
“You like this?” he asked, humming against her.
“Yes.”
“What if I stopped playing so nice?”
God, she wished he would.When his fangs nicked her skin, she winced, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure.
“Oh!”
Turning his head, she moaned when three sets of fangs sunk into the crease of her thigh in a sharp, precise bite. His moans reverberated through her skin, his essence inside of her like adisease, consuming every part of her until she was feverish and couldn’t breathe.
What an exquisite, reckless, foolish, wonderful way to die.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, every biting sting of his fangs jolting a thrum of pleasure into the glistening area to his right.
Nathaniel’s hips rocking against the covers as he continued with a hot suction against her skin, the rush of blood leaving her swept tingles all over her body, raising goosebumps over her exposed breasts and limbs.
It was only when she pushed her fingers between her legs, desperate to finish, that he pulled away from the bite, stopping her with a tight grip around her wrist.
“Mine,” he grunted, blood leaking down the sides of his unhinged jaw.
There he was, her monster, with those dark veins around his features, his pupils vertical slits, and crimson spilling from those pointed canines.
Closing his eyes briefly, he let out a masculine hum from the back of his throat before burying his head between her legs, his tongue working the tightness from her clit before spearing inside her.
With a loud moan, she ground herself up against his mouth, screaming his name with a frantic thrust. “Nathaniel.”
Her walls clenched when he pulled back, placing one finger inside her instead while curling the tip of his tongue against her swollen bud, humming vibration into her folds. Soft cries left her mouth as she lifted her hips, reaching down to grab a fistful of hishair, holding him in place, grinding against his fangs. Slowly, he pushed a second finger inside, stretching her.
“Oh God, Nathaniel,” she choked out, and he moaned into her, fingers gripping her thigh hard enough to leave bruises.
Every swipe of his beautiful tongue lifted her higher, until she was feverish, holding back a scream behind closed lips until she remembered what he’d said.
He wanted to hear her.
Letting it out, she screamed as he closed his lips around her sensitive flesh, sucking gently, tipping her into oblivion. Her release shredded through her, from the tips of her toes, through her entire body. She clenched around his fingers, pulsing rhythmically.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to—ahh,” he groaned against her wetness.
Broken, raspy grunts left his mouth as he held her in place, his hips shunting, spilling his release onto the sheets, soaking them with each primal moan against her, pulling the last pulses of climax from her body.
