Page 43 of Shut Up and Bite Me

My chest pains at the reminding thought that this could all come to an end tomorrow. “You’re right. How can I possibly make it up to you?”

He smirks devilishly. “I have a few ideas.”

Now it’s me who’s rolling my eyes. “I do need to feed again, especially since I didn’t while I was gone.”

“Were there no humans there willing to share?” he asks, offering his hand, which I happily accept, letting him guide me up the stairs.

“There certainly was.” I pause, my gaze flicking to him as my cheeks warm. “But I haveparticulartastes.”

“Mmm. Good to know.” He pulls me inside and shuts the door before facing me and cocking his head to the side, exposing his jugular vein to me. “You better drink up, then.”

Dropping my purse to the floor, I feel my fangs begging to descend. “You should at least sit down and be comfortable.”

Clicking his tongue, he reaches forward, sliding his hands around my ass and lifting me up, wrapping me around his waist. “You’re right. We should get comfortable.”

Running my finger along his jaw, I tip his chin up, forcing him to look at me. His heavenly blue eyes lock onto mine, holding my stare with breathtaking intensity.

Parting my lips, I try to speak, but nothing comes out.

He walks us around the couch, lowering himself to the cushion as I continue to straddle his lap.

“What do you want to do on your last full day as my bloodling?”

He shifts my weight into one hand before cupping my face with the other, his eyes darkening. “For you to get your fill. For you to mark every inch of me.”

My core flutters at the thought.

“I’m yours, Vivian,” he groans. “Do with me as you wish.”

Tilting my head to the side, I lean forward, slowly parting his lips with my tongue before dipping it inside of his mouth. “Mmm. I like the sound of that”

He grabs my hips, his fingers claiming my body with his strength as his tongue dances with mine.

My fangs burst through their sheath, dying to sink into his neck. My hips roll against his, every nerve in my body coming alive from his touch as we fall into a tantalizing rhythm. His hands take control of my body, guiding me exactly where he wants me, and I happily oblige.

His tongue runs across my fang, drawing a drop of blood, and the second it hits my tongue, I can’t help but moan at how good he tastes.

Pulling away, he leans back on the couch. “Drink from me, baby.”

His chest rises and falls fast, his abs constricting with each breath. It is quite the mouthwatering sight to see. A drum pounds in my ears, the blood rushing through his veins calling out to me.

Inching forward, I wet my bottom lip as I slide my hand along his jaw and cock his head to the side.

With pleasure.

In one swift movement, I lash out, sinking my fangs into that silky, soft skin, his blood gushing into my mouth with fervor. My body rocks against his as I cradle his head in my hand, sucking and lapping my tongue on his neck, devouring him.

“Fuck, why does it feel so damngood?” he growls, grinding his hips up against me, and I can tellexactlyhow good it’s making him feel.

Part of the euphoria comes from the bite itself, a built-in sense of ecstasy to entice a willing human to want to come back for more. The other part has nothing to do with my fangs and everything to do with the way we feel about each other.

“Look at you, sucking me like a good little vampire.” His voice is rough and ragged, sending relentless waves of pleasure to my core.

Grinding harder into him, I lap my tongue against his neck over and over, feeling goose bumps rise beneath his skin.

“Fuck, Vivian.”

My body is on fire right now, every single cell begging to be touched and caressed by his wandering hands. I want more, I need more of him. Now. Tomorrow. Forever.

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