Page 69 of Cruelly Bitten
And I would blow his mind wide open in the process.
I leaned down before he could force me to move, my lips grazing the tip of his thick length before drawing my tongue all the way to the base.
His body flexed beneath mine, his fingers clamping down around my neck as he growled against my pulsing center. “More.”
I grinned, the need in that single word emboldening my confidence.
ThisI knew how to do.
Because while Cam might not be himself right now, his body was one I’d mastered thousands of times before. And it’d been over a century since he’d experienced my touch, my tongue, myteeth.
I nibbled his hard flesh, drawing a hiss from him—one I felt right against my sensitive nub. His grasp tightened even more, his anticipation fueling my movements and desire. I could feelmyself dripping into his mouth, my body ready for more despite the pleasure he’d inflicted upon me not hours ago.
It’d been so long.So, so long.
This might not be the reunion I’d craved and fantasized about, but that didn’t stop my body from reacting to its mate.
My Cam.
I drew my teeth along his shaft, back to the head, and licked the precum waiting for me there. His taste was familiar, his groan even more so.
From this angle, I couldn’t see the cruelty lurking in his gaze or the foreign expressions on his too-beautiful face. So I imagined the looks I knew and adored, the ones that told me I belonged to him, forever and always, no matter what.
That devotion stoked the fire within me, making my thighs clench around him. He hadn’t bitten me yet, just continued to breathe against my soaked skin, teasing me with the promise of more.
I took him into my mouth, deciding to up the ante in this game. Cam’s resulting curse vibrated my slick folds, making me moan against his hard length as I swallowed him deep into the back of my throat.
Yes,I thought, reveling in the natural motion, one I’d done so many times before.
Cam had always fit me perfectly. Or maybe he’d simply taught my body to accept his. Regardless, I knew this—knewhim.
And I proved it with each stroke of my tongue.
“Fuck, Ismerelda.” His fingers knotted painfully in my hair, his opposite hand going to my ass as his mouth sealed over my clit.
I gasped around his thickness, my body jumping in response to his hot kiss. I’d been anticipating it, but it was nothing compared tofeelingit.
He didn’t hold back, suckling on me as though I were his own personal dessert. It was rougher than usual,intense, and punctuated by the threat of his fangs.
His grip tightened even more in my hair as he forced me to take him deeper, his eagerness and need palpable. There was no care here. No concern over hurting me. Just pure, unadulteratedlust.
This was the side of Cam that he’d hidden from me, the monster inside he’d worried would hurt me.
Unleashing that cruel part of him should have terrified me, but all I could do was embrace it. Embracehim.
I allowed him to shove me down on his cock, taking him past the point of comfort and trying not to gag around his hardness.
Being at his mercy felt… natural.
Like we’d always been meant to fit this way, for me to give him control and follow his lead.
Yet this was unlike anything we’d ever done before, that feeling of newness stirring a tingling sensation deep within me.
A tingling sensation that Cam deepened with every swipe of his tongue.
My thigh muscles went taut, my focus dividing between pleasuring him and the rapture he was unleashing upon me.
“You’re addicting, little lioness.” His words reverberated against my center, sending a pulsing throb through my veins.
