Page 9 of Bitten By the Fae
“Enjoying myself,” he said softly, his tongue tracing my throat. “You remind me of the sun. Warm, yet brutal.”
I squirmed beneath him, which only caused him to lie more heavily upon me. “Don’t you dare bite me again, Shadow.”
“Mmm, but it was so fun the first time.” His incisors skimmed my pulse. “And you moaned so beautifully.”
“Because you enchanted me!”
“Only partly,” he replied, not sounding the least bit contrite and far too intrigued. “I didn’t expect to enjoy it,” he added in a whisper. “But I did.”
“Shadow,” I warned.
He sighed. “Relax, pet.”
“How can I relax with you on top of me?”
“You started it,” he returned, nipping my chin on his way back up. “You tried to break my nose with a poor excuse for a punch.”
“Poor excuse for a…?” My eyes widened. “You’re such a dick!”
“Tell me how you really feel, darling,” he taunted, cocking his head to the side. “I’m listening.”
“I want to kill you.”
“Yes, and…?”
“Gah, would you just get off me, please?”
“Please?” he repeated, snorting. “My, but you are a polite little girl, aren’t you?”
“I am not little.”
“You act like an innocent child.”
My blood boiled at the unveiled insult. “You know nothing about me.”
“Likewise.”
“Pixie dust, you are impossible. Get. Off. Me.”
“Pixie dust?” He actually appeared confused. “Wait, is that your version of a curse?” When I didn’t reply, he started to laugh. “Oh, sweet girl, the things I’m going to teach you.”
“Not if I kill you,” I muttered.
A pair of dimples flashed as he studied me intently. “I truly hope you try. Punishing females is a favorite pastime of mine.”
“As is raping them, apparently,” I tossed back.
His eyebrows shot up at that accusation. “Rape? I’ve barely touched you.”
“You bit me against my will!”
“You were quite willing, Aflora. Trust me.”
“Because you freakin’ cast a spell over me or whatever it is you did.”
“Freakin’?” He shook his head and tsked. “Fucking, darling. The word you’re looking for isfucking.”
“Dear gods, just get off me already!”
