Page 237 of Cruelly Bitten
Her mind readily accepted the challenge, her eyes daring me to try.
“You’d better swallow all of it,” I told her, my hand re-fisting her tangled strands as I held her to me. “Every drop belongs inside you.”
Marking her.
Claiming her as mine.
In every fucking way.
She hummed around me, the vibration going straight to my balls and drawing a curse from my mouth. Then the little vixen bit down, the sharp sting at odds with the sensual torment yet heightening it at the same time.
Replace me, she hissed into my mind.I dare you.
I nearly laughed, but that instinct melted into a growl as she sucked me so damn deep that I couldn’t focus on anything other than fucking her mouth.
She took each thrust, her eyes watering from the impact while her throat remained open for me.
It was harsh. Amazing. Fucking incredible. And so damn powerful.
My hand locked in her hair, my body forcing her to take it. To swallow. To accept me. My brutality. My strength. My desire. Myseed.
And fucking Ismerelda did exactly that. She took it all, her watery eyes staring up at me with such alluring determination the whole time.
By the time I finished, she was dying for a breath, her cheeks turning a pale color that was too close to death.
I released her, then reveled in the sound of her panting. Not just because it signified that she was alive, but because it represented her ability to truly take me. To accept this. To embraceus.
I couldn’t be the old version of myself who’d handled her with care. That would be a disservice to us both. Hell, it had been a disservice to us already.
Thiswas our path forward.
And she’d just shown me that she could accept it.
Using my grip on her hair, I yanked her up to me, my lips needing hers. She yelped in response, then moaned as I pulled her close, my tongue already bleeding and ready to revitalize her for the next round.
Because we weren’t fucking done.
I still had a prayer to bestow upon her.
One I intended to deliver against her clit.
She gasped as I spun us, my vampiric speed causing water to spill all over the damn bathroom as I set her on the ledge I’d just been sitting on.
Then I knelt for her, the way a king should for his queen.
Her breasts rose and fell with her pants, her body not yet recovered from her exertions. Rather than force her to continue, I granted her a moment of peace and focused my attention on her tits.
My tongue traced her nipple, the little rosebud puckering beautifully in response. Then I moved to the other, my eyes on her face as I went.
Her cheeks were pink again, her lips swollen and parted.
You’re stunning, my queen,I murmured via our bond.I’ll never tire of seeing you like this.
And I proved it by showing her my previous memories—the ones I possessed from the last few weeks. Each one displayedmy thoughts, my continued analysis of why I’d kept her for a thousand years.
So many alluring traits.
So much to love and cherish.
