Page 76 of Waltzing With Witches

My body goes tense as he laughs into the hold he has on me.

“This is where I’d bite you if I could,” he whispers into a spot halfway down my neck. “Right here, where your blood is closest to the surface. I’d spill you and drink every drop down, Morgan. You’ve never known pleasure like the pleasure derived from a vampire mate bite.”

“We can’t,” I cry out, letting my head fall into his hand. God, I want what he’s describing so badly.

Behind me, his body is a wall of tension. I grind my ass against his hard cock, praying for it to slip down between my thighs so I can get him where I need him. I’m achy and throbbing and desperate.

Sharp fangs come to my neck again and drag downward in a quick line. The pain is so immediate, so all-consuming that, for half a second, I think he’s bitten me.

“Just a scratch,” he says with a dark laugh. “Just the tip of what I want to do.”

I’ve pushed him too far; I know it now. Because this Abe is so utterly focused on the bite and not at all focused on the rest of this experience.

He must come to that realization at the same time I do. He buries his face in my shoulder and guides his cock between my legs. “Morgan,” he moans into my skin, “we have to stop this madness. I’m half a breath from doing what I shouldn’t.”

I scratch at the wall underneath my fingertips, and Ben takes the hint. In one swift move, the wall’s wood panels grab Abe’s wrist and flip him, dragging him to the ground as I step out of the way. The wall encircles his wrists as he stares up at me in shock. But that shock turns into a lazy smile as he looks up at me.

“That’s more like it,” he whispers. “Get on top of me.”

I take a moment to admire him, splayed out on the ground for my taking. One knee is drawn up, the other out to the side. The ripples and ridges of his abs flex under his skin, leading my eyes up to his chest and the beautiful red and black swirls.

“Ask me what they mean later. Fuck me now.” His voice grows insistent, his tone demanding as he rolls his hips once. His beautiful cock bobs up to lie flat on his lower stomach.

I drop to both knees between his thighs, reaching out to admire his impossible length. He hisses when I stroke my fingertips up the back of it. It bobs up against my hand, beads of precum glistening from the tip. Thick veins run the length of his shaft, his head broad and flared and flushed dark pink.

I can’t help myself; I have to tease him again. What we did in the kitchen lit me up in a way blow jobs never have before.

Because it’s him, a helpful voice says in my head. And he’s yours.

When I rock forward and grip him, guiding him to my mouth, he smiles, his head falling back against the wall.

“Ah, Morgan,” he moans. “Your mouth is heaven.”

Wait until you feel my pussy.

But I don’t say that; instead, I suck him like a lollipop while I stroke the part of him I can’t reach with my mouth. He’s so damn big and thick.

Abe’s soft groan grows louder, more unhinged as he starts thrusting up into my mouth. He strains against the cuffs, his voice ragged as he roars. Heat flares out from my clit, vibrating through my body as my pussy clenches around nothing. I lose my mind, sucking and licking on him, every sound he makes driving my lust higher and higher.

For a man who had emotion stripped from him, it seems to have come back in abundance.

When he pauses, mouth falling open on a scream, I know he’s on the very edge. I slip off him with a pop. He slumps, chest heaving as glittering eyes come to me.

“You are the very worst of teases, witch.”

Grinning, I press his right knee down and slide up over his big thighs. His eyes fall to my pussy, to what I’m sure is a trail of blood pooling between us. I try not to think about that as his fangs descend, mouth falling open. He looks ready to combust.

And I’m ready to toss a match on us and let us burn.

I reach down and grab his cock, settling him between my pussy lips. With one hand on his chest and one on his length, I rock my way up him, his spongy head nudging at my entrance. Then I slide back down, coating him with blood.

He moans and rolls his hips, sending his thickness up along my clit as I gasp.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Give me more of that.”

“So bossy,” I murmur with a smile. “I didn’t realize you’d be bossy in the bedroom.”

He grins, rolling himself through my pussy lips again. “Do you like it?”

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