Page 99 of Kingly Bitten
I didn’t allow her a chance to reply. Not that she could. I’d demanded that she remain silent, and she was obeying beautifully. Yet defying me with her damn tongue, drugging me with her essence, and making me forget any and all reason.
My palm shifted against her backside, moving between her thighs to test the wetness soaking her thong. A groan taunted my throat, the desire to taste her arousal taking over my intentions and forcing me into action.
Her back hit the mattress in the next breath, my vampiric strength and speed overwhelming her, demanding she yield, telling her without words who mastered whom here.
She parted her thighs in response.
And fuck, I nearly ripped the fabric off of her in my effort to bare her cunt to my view.
But I refused to let her top from the bottom.
This was my playground. My rules.Myworld.
I bent to sink my teeth into her thigh, her femoral artery giving me exactly what I wanted and causing Calina to break her silence with a startled moan.
I didn’t discipline her, because I no longer cared about decorum or the fact that I’d meant to test her resolve.
This was about fulfilling the quest we’d started on days ago.
This was about finally taking what I wanted.
This was about indulging in the sweetness of her mind, body, and soul.
I unhooked her stocking—the one I’d bitten through the fabric of to get to her femoral artery—and practically yanked it off her leg. Then I paused to admire her dainty ankle and the flexible stretch of her leg. I’d moved her without thinking and she’d allowed it without protest, her body seeming to bend to my will on instinct alone.
I sat on my knees between her splayed thighs and placed her ankle on my shoulder while staring down at her.
Calina’s pupils were full-blown black, her cheeks a delicious shade of red, and her fuckable lips were parted on a pant I felt vibrating through every inch of my being.
“Who are you?” I marveled, utterly captivated by the stunning beauty on the bed before me. “It’s like you were created to slay me.”
Vulnerable words.
Yet true.
She licked her lips in response, her eyes telling me she didn’t know how to reply.
And that was fine because I didn’t need her to speak. I needed her to come. To scream. To acknowledge my claim within her spirit.
This was dangerous. Deceptive. Dark.Depraved.
She’d ensnared me in a web I could no longer escape from.
Calina resembled a black widow in a lab coat with pretty blonde hair and an addictive mouth.
Long legs.
Soaked lace.
I could smell her interest, the sweetness of it tinting the air and making me that much harder for her.
I pressed my palm to the scrap of fabric between her thighs, then fisted the red material and yanked it off of her.
A soft cry parted her lips, one that quickly morphed into a sound of approval as I leaned down to draw my nose through her slick folds. Her leg bent with me, proving her flexibility even more and providing me with a whole slew of sordid thoughts regarding positions to fuck her in.
But our first time would be face-to-face.
I needed to see her.
