Page 155 of By the Moonbeam and the Mist
His hand circled my throat—not too tight, but tight enough to get my attention, to make my eyes flare wide open.
“I want you to grind on my face as much as your body is begging you to,” he said with carnal intent. “Suffocate me if youmust, strangle me, smother me. But do not hold back. I want all of you, little hurricane.”
I nodded, remembering the same words I’d used in regard to him all those weeks ago:I want to see everything.
“Okay. I—I won’t hold back.”
He lowered himself again, diving into me with increased ferocity.
At the sweep of his lips, I moaned again and wrapped my ankles around his neck, yanking him in closer.
At the scrape of his tongue, I rammed myself against him, bucking with pure madness, letting the most intimate part of me feel every hard ridge and curve of his face: the hardness of his chin and jaw against my entrance, the slope of his nose against my clit. And those fangs…
Oh fuck, those fangs…
The world broke and reformed into a million colors at the feel of those fangs.
Every time I grinded against them, their sharp tips pierced my most sensitive skin—not enough to draw blood, but enough to sting in the most delicious way.
“Steeler,” I gasped without knowing what I wanted to say next.
Lightning flashed inside me, a chaotic whirlwind of buzzing energy and light and God, God, God, I was going to fallintoit.
Steeler just rammed his tongue deeper into me, filling me, feasting on me, drowning in me…
I tipped over the edge.
The pleasure his tongue and teeth created… it exploded inside me, blinding me with white-hot light that flared against my eyelids, and I screamed.
Finally, when my body had gone completely limp against the coffee table, Steeler removed his head from between my legs and stood up.
He looked wonderstruck, his face dripping with me and a deeply satisfied smile playing along his mouth. I shuddered in a breath, trying to get air flowing through my lungs again…
Only to catch sight of his own want straining against the seam of his pants.
He noted my wandering eye and shook his head slowly, like the taste of me had gotten him drunk and he couldn’t move as fast as usual.
“Don’t worry about me. I just need a few minutes to—”
“I want the rest of you inside me, Steeler.”
His head snapped back to me as I picked myself up off the coffee table, already feeling the heat return to my core again, as if that lightning had exploded into ashes that were settling back into place.
Slowly, I began to unbutton the side of my dress where the fabric joined and parted. Steeler watched the movement with an increasing sharpness until I’d shrugged out of the dress completely.
The lace fell into a heap of crimson at my feet.
“Fuck,” he whispered, looking almost pained. His eyes roved over every inch of my skin, and my nipples ached in the face of such meticulous attention. “Look at you.”
“Can’t,” I whispered, echoing his past words. “I’m too busy looking at you.”
He moved around the coffee table, surging forward to hold my face in his hands, but I shook my head at his touch.
“No. Don’t…” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Anything—everything—but that.”
I still couldn’t bear the thought of his mouth against mine. Maybe it was truly because I was afraid he’d disappear behind my closed eyelids and I’d open them to find nothing but mist. Or maybe I was just too afraid to face whatever emotions were swimming beneath that mist.
Maybe I could face them later.
