Page 68 of Cruelly Bitten
His lips twitched at the edges, almost as though he found my thoughts amusing. If only he could actually hear what I had to say, I’d completely blow his mind.
Which was why I had to do this—to try to break down the barriers between us, to find a moment of weakness in the throes of passion and force my way through.
His expression told me it wouldn’t be that easy, the predator already preparing his battle against me when he didn’t even know what fight we were about to experience.
He could easily destroy me. I knew that. But I refused to accept his current state. My Cam existed somewhere inside this man, and nothing would stop me from finding him.
His gaze lazily tracked my movements as I crawled toward him on the bed. I felt very much like stalked prey, fully aware that I was about to bedevouredby a vampire with sharp teeth.
My pulse sped up with every inch forward, my palms slick with sweat. I couldn’t tell if I was aroused or afraid or some crazy combination of both.
I paused beside him, determining the best way to straddle him.
One perfect eyebrow inched upward as he said, “Nervous,little swan?”
That endearment had always sounded sweet on his lips, yet somehow this version of him made it resemble an insult.
Or maybe he meant it as a challenge.
I grabbed the headboard above him and started to move, but his hands on my hips stopped me. “Other way, Ismerelda. You’re going to suck my cock while I drink from your pussy.”
My hands landed on the bed on either side of him as he pulled my lower half upward. I automatically spread my knees over him, the pillows cushioning my stance. But none of that paused the erratic thudding of my heart.
Cam had never handled me like this.
He’d always given me time to acclimate, to be comfortable, to?—
His tongue traced the seam of my sex, causing me to jolt in surprise. “Fucking delicious,” he murmured, making my knees weak.
This was like being with a new man. Someone I’d never met before.A stranger.
Does it count as cheating?I marveled, stunned above him.No. It’s still Cam. Just… not the version I know.
“Hmm, maybe you really are a swan.” The words were a breath against my clit as he forced my legs to part even more, making me well and truly straddle his mouth. “A lioness would be sucking my cock by now.”
He palmed my ass and slowly ran his fingers up my spine.
“Shall I guide you?” His low tone held a subtle taunt to it that felt even more threatening with his mouth being so close to my intimate flesh. “Is that what you need?”
My fingers dug into the bedding on either side of his abdomen as his touch continued to drift upward toward my shoulder blades.
This isn’t new,I told myself.We’ve done this before.
Only, I’d trusted Cam not to hurt me then. Now… now, I wasn’t so sure.
However, something about that excited me. Maybe because it felt so fresh and new. The uncertainty of our situation lit a fire within me, made me want to experience this new side of Cam and embrace his darkness.
To be treated as someone strong, not delicate.
To be an equal.
A crazy notion, given his age and supernatural existence, but here—in the bedroom—I could hold my own. I could bring thiskingto his knees.
Because he was actually allowing it, not dictating our pace or ensuring I felt okay every step of the way. This version of Cam told me what he wanted and didn’t mince words.
I found his directness almost comforting, even while terrifying.
He wants my mouth on him,I thought as his palm reached my nape.I can do that.
