Page 28 of Blood Lust

My skin feels electrified where he kissed me.

I want him to kiss me more.

Mesmerized, I don’t think anything of it when he releases my leg and stands close to me, raising his wrist to my lips. “Drink,” he insists. His voice is firm, and I am reminded of that night. He’d told me to drink then too. Commanded it.

I do as instructed. God, he tastes good. “You’d have healed eventually, but this is faster,” he said. I release his wrist from my lips, licking them to get every drop.

“Ready to go home?” His eyes bore into me in a way that makes me think his hunger for closeness is as intense as mine. He’s just better at denying it than I am.

I don’t understand.

Why are we fighting this?

Settling my hands on his chest for balance, I stand on tiptoe and press my lips against his. His lips return that kiss ever so gently at first. Hands wrap around me, I fist mine into his hair. Oz tastes like heaven and home as I kiss him. He walks me backward until we press against a tree. The force and passion grow as his kisses deepen.

Moaning into the kiss, I sigh with pleasure as his hands roam over my bare hips and legs. As he turns the attention of his kisses to my neck, I sigh. It feels right. Everything about Oz feels like it is supposed to be this way. I can’t explain it.

I want to be near him. I need his comfort and his affection.

I’m tired of being denied.

We are both willing adults here. I don’t need memories to know that I want this. That I want him.

“Wren,” he breathes against me. I know he wants to stop before he gets carried away.

“Oz, please,” I practically beg. “I want you to,” I whisper into his ear, my yearning evident.

I think that’s what breaks him.

A grumble from his throat surprises me. He forces me to turn around. “Hold on to the tree,” he directs.

Excitement rings through me.

Not quite how I imagined things, but I am a good listener and do as he tells me. Gently, he kicks my legs apart, giving him full access to me. His wet clothes press into my back, and his lips find the curve of my neck again. I moan as he kisses me. A hand settles on my hip and slips forward, dipping between my legs. I gasp as he touches me.

Stroking between my folds as evidence of my arousal covers his hand, I hear the shudder in Oz’s breath. He knows I want him, but he didn’t expect me to be this ready for him so quickly. His muscles feel tense against me and I realize he is fighting to contain himself and holding back. A thick finger slides inside me. I press my back into him, and my head lolls on his shoulder. Slowly he moves against me, sliding the digit in and out with a teasing pace unbecoming of him.

I tremble against him, my breathing getting heavier and my mind foggier. Oz sinks a second finger in to join the first. I cry out, unable to stop my hips from bucking against his hand. A chuckle escapes his lips as his free hand settles at my hip, keeping the speed under his control. I can feel his own need behind me. On impulse, I move one hand from the tree and join it with his. Gathering my wetness before slipping my arm behind me, searching for him.

Rewarded with a gasp as I find his shaft, I stroke him in time with his movements. Oz’s thumb draws torturous circles around my clit, avoiding it on purpose. I press down on his hand, grinding myself on him, fucking his fingers. A growling sound escapes his lips, and he nibbles at my throat. I can feel the promise of an orgasm building in my belly.

“Oz,” I beg. His touches are deliberate and cruel and wholly intoxicating.

“I know, baby, I know,” he gasps into my ear.

A pulse of excitement cuts down to my center. I almost lose my mind when he adds another finger. Crying out into the night, my hand around him grows more desperate. Circling him, massaging him, teasing his tip as I try to keep myself present instead of going insane with the pleasure he gives me.

I am so close to completely falling apart.

He strokes my clit now, pressing down. “Oh God,” I cry, the crescendo mounting higher and higher. “Oz,” I moan as the fluttering begins, and I feel myself clamping down on his fingers. His teeth sink into my neck as I explode. Every piece of my body comes unglued, breaking into a million pieces. The crashing sensation as release washes over me almost makes my legs buckle.

“Fuck, Wren,” Oz groans as he shudders against me, warm ropes of his cum shooting into my hand. Panting, his chest presses into my back as he leans against me, blood drips down my neck.

We lean against one another for a few moments, gathering ourselves. When his hand slips from between my legs, I feel empty. I want to have all of him. And memories be damned, I intend on doing so soon. I won’t let whatever happened to me stall my life when I want to live it so badly.

“Okay,” I say, turning to face him. “I think I’m ready now.”

He laughs at me, pulling me in for another kiss. Sweet and soft this time, the hunger of our need is sated for now.

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