Page 71 of Kingly Bitten
Tears graced her eyes.
I flicked them away with my thumbs.
This wanton little genius had driven me to madness, and I wanted to punish her for it. I wanted to fall to my knees and worship her as well.
It was a tangle of emotion and thought and confusion that lit my blood on fire, forcing me to take her harder, my perception of our reality burning to ash inside my mind.
Curses left my mouth.
Her name resembled a prayer.
I couldn’t figure out what I wanted or how I wanted to accomplish it, but all I knew was Ineededto come.
I needed to drench her insides with my seed.
To own her.
Complete her.
Make her mine.
And where the hell was that desire even coming from? I couldn’t keep this female.
“Your blood is bewitching me,” I accused as I forced her to take even more of me down her throat.
Her pupils flared as she stared up at me, disobedience etched into her expression.
I couldn’t bring myself to harm her for it, not when I found myself so lost to that intense glint in her hazel irises.
That was the look of a female determined to survive whatever I gave her, and destroy me in the process.
And bloody hell, it only made me harder.
This female defied all expectations. She rewrote the rules on existence. She was on her knees and refusing to submit even with my cock in her throat.
I wasn’t sure who owned whom in this moment, but the defiance in her gaze suggested she’d somehow come out on top of this arrangement.
“We’ll see,” I promised her, not making any sense as I thrust into her welcoming heat with a renewed yearning to claim her from the inside out. “Relax your fucking throat.”
I tightened my fingers in her hair, the only reprimand I was willing to give.
But the doctor proved to be an apt pupil once more as she followed my instructions by opening her mouth wider for my thrusts.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, using my hand on the back of her head to guide her motions. “So damn good.”
It took humans years at the universities to learn how to take cock like this. But Calina was no ordinary human. And she proved that as she drew her teeth along my sensitive skin, just enough to threaten without hurting.
“Mmm, do that again,” I demanded.
She did, this time sucking along the way until only my head was in her mouth. Her tongue danced around the crown, drawing a shudder from me before I plunged back inside.
Her gaze took on a new gleam, the researcher in her learning what I liked and repeating the motions with a perfection that had my balls aching to unleash everything down her slender throat.
This woman didn’t need a lesson in sex. She just needed to be tempted into teaching herself.
My grip tightened in her silky blonde strands, my abdomen clenching as flames erupted through my being. “Swallow, Calina,” I said. “Swallow it all.”
It was the only form of punishment I could give—the demand that she take everything she inspired from within me and devour each drop.
