Page 64 of The Veil of Blood and Magic

I strike, sinking my fangs into his flesh and groaning as his blood hits my tongue, all ginger and nutmeg and other heady spices. My heart expands with every pull I take, the hot liquiddeliciously sliding down my throat. I ensure that all the pleasure I feel radiating inside my body seeps into the bite, washing over him in waves?—

“Fuck,” Jagger rasps, his voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it as he shifts me, lining up his cock with my hot aching entrance. “Tell me this is okay,” he says, and there's an urgency to his voice that makes my heart race. Maybe he wasn't prepared to feel the amount of pleasure in the bite this time, but he seems out of control now and I love it.

“Yes, pleaseyes.”

I've barely finished speaking before he spears his cock inside me, slamming to the hilt. I arch my head back, the beautiful sky above me turning purple with the setting sun.

“Jagger,” I say when he pulls out and slams home again.

His hands are on my hips, dictating the speed as he pumps into me. Each time our bodies connect, my oversensitive flesh trembles. He loses himself, loses the slow game he'd been playing before, giving himself over entirely to the need to consume me just as I need to consume him. It's intoxicating, and with the taste of his blood still on my tongue, I'm drowning in bliss.

He reclaims my mouth, and I gasp in surprise at the eagerness to kiss me when I've just drank from him. The flavor doesn't seem to bother him as his tongue flicks over mine, teasing the edges of my teeth as he continues to pump inside me.

My pleasure builds again, throbbing at the way he fills me, my walls hugging him so damn tightly as we crash together.

Goddess, he knows what he's doing. One free hand roams over my body, plucking little pleasure spots over and over again until I'm a whimpering limp creature clinging to him as he continues to play me like he does his guitar.

“You feel so fucking good,” Jagger says, slowing his pace to an absolutely torturous grind that has me shaking around him.I’m so close to release, and he’s stopping me on a dead turn, the sensation both incredible and infuriating at the same time. “Feels like you were made to take my cock,” he continues, lifting me slowly before hauling me back down again, the pace making my head spin.

“Jagger,” I plead. “Please.”

His smile is mischievous as he kisses me again, hard and quick. “You want to come on my cock, dove?”

All I can do is nod, rocking against him as I chase my pleasure.

“How badly?”

“Bad enough that if you don't let me come, I'm going to bite you harder next time.”

He laughs at that, smiling broadly. “Promise?”

I can't help but smile back, my breathing ragged as he increases his pace again, giving me exactly what I need but still holding me right there on the edge.

He’s too much.

Too cocky, too funny, too kind, and too perceptive. Not to mention he likes to flirt with danger in a way that would make even Zev take caution. I told him my bite can be addictive, but he doesn't seem to give a shit.

So I don’t either.

I move on him, just enough that my lips are hovering above his left pectoral, and I flicker my eyes up to him before sinking my fangs into his flesh. It's a tender spot and the bite has him hissing and pumping into me harder than before, sending rivulets of pleasure trickling over my skin.

I draw more of his essence into my mouth, swallowing him down in greedy mouthfuls as he pumps and pumps into me, thrusting harder every time, the pleasurable bite driving us both toward the edge.

I moan and lick his wounds closed, my nails digging into his back as he locks a muscled arm around my lower back, pinning us together in a new angle that has me gasping for breath. Every move is heightened, his thick, hard cock dragging against every spot I possess, plucking and pulsing until I can't see around the white-hot need.

“Jagger!” His name rips from my mouth as my orgasm snaps through me, the intensity has me convulsing around him as he continues to thrust inside me, pushing one orgasm right into another.

I'm liquid around him, the water around us only ramping up the heat that pulses between us. I'm lost in him, completely consumed as he finds his release inside me, and we cling to each other as we catch our breath.

I make no move to untangle us, and neither does he. Not until the stars pop up in the midnight sky above us.

We get dressed and make our way back to camp, the cold night air pricking my wet hair, but it feels so damn good to be in a fresh set of clothes. Jagger and I share a conspiratorial look as Zev does his best to ignore us as we sit down by the fire to warm ourselves.

“No dinner?” Jagger asks.

“I set some snares,” Zev answers. “Come check them with me.”

Jagger flashes me a smile before standing up, joining Zev, who looks down at me. He doesn't have to open his mouth for me to read what’s happening behind his eyes.

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