Page 69 of Shut Up and Bite Me

As he walks through the threshold of our bedroom, I bat my eyelashes at him and whisper, “And what are you going to do about it?”

He carries me to the edge of the bed before lifting me up and tossing me down. Grabbing the heel of my right leg, he lifts it up, popping it off before nicely setting it on the ground, repeating the same steps with my other heel.

I gawk at him, enjoying the view as he undoes his belt, sliding it out of the loops and dropping it.

As he undoes the buttons of his shirt, he clears his throat. “What was it you said you initially wanted from our arrangement? Feeding and fucking?”

Pointing at him, I add the missing f-word. “Don’t forget frolicking.”

He lifts his hands defensively and laughs. “Of course. How could I forget? My three favorite words.”

Shimmying his shirt off his muscular shoulders, he peels the white sleeves off his defined arms, discarding the shirt to the floor.

The next to go is his pants, quickly joining his shirt on the ground. He pushes his boxers down, his throbbing erection calling out my name.

Grabbing onto my ankles, he lifts them slightly, and in one swift movement, he flips me over onto my stomach. Trailing his fingers up my legs and ass, he grabs the zipper of my dress and pulls it down slowly. His fingers hook into the thin straps on my shoulders, pulling them down as I press into the bed and hold myself up enough for him to peel the dress down my body, leaving me in nothing but red lace panties.

He crawls on top of me, his dick rubbing against my ass as his hands flatten against the bed on either side of my head, and he whispers into my ear, “I can feel your arousal right now, andfuck, it’s intoxicating.”

His tongue caresses the shell of my ear as he slaps his dick on my ass, earning a breathy gasp. “Please.”

My senses are struggling to stay under control, and I know the second I open them, they are going to be unbearably intense. Since the ceremony, everything has been heightened. Sight. Smell. Hearing. Taste.

I hesitate a second before opening myself up to Greyson, and my eyes roll to the back of my head from the overwhelming desire coursing through him.

“Pleasewhat?” he murmurs, nipping at my ear.

Rolling over, I look him straight in the eyes as I beg him. “Please fuck me.”

“With pleasure, baby,” he smirks, wrapping his fingers around my thigh and hiking my hip up, spreading me wide open. He glances between my legs. “Fuck, even through those panties, your pussy is so pretty.”

My core pulses with his praise. Deciding to tap into my vamp speed, I tear the red lace apart.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs before dropping between my legs and running his tongue through my wetness. “Mmm. So fucking sweet.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth while easing two fingers inside of me, pumping me deliciously slow. But I want more. I’m not going to last long with how intense everything is, our emotions intertwining into a cloud of euphoria surrounding us.

“Greyson,” I pant. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.” I feel his arousal spike, and I swear my pussy flutters in response.

Sitting up on his knees, he inches forward, pumping his thick cock from base to tip, the bead of precum shining in the dim light.

“So greedy,” he groans, lining himself up.

I gasp as his tip slides in, stretching me around his girth as he rolls his hips, feeding me every inch. “For you? Always.”

He freezes in place, breathing heavily. “I don’t know where you begin and I end. I can feel your pleasure like it’s my own. I’ve never been this high before. You’re like a high that I’m going to chase every single day.” He eases out and thrusts back into me, my head falling back.

He’s right. This is otherworldly. Overwhelming in every sense, yet somehow not coming close to describing it.

It’s like he’s occupying my body as much as I am. My eyes struggle to stay open from the intensity as he picks his pace up,my moans becoming uncontrollable as my core begins to tighten up.

He growls. “Fuck, I’m not going to last very long like this. You feel too goddamn good, already tightening around me.”

My mouth dries, thirsty and desperate to taste him, and he can sense my need, cocking his head to the side. Without hesitating, I sink my fangs into his neck, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I drink from him.

“You suck me so good, baby. My blood is yours forever,” he groans, and I’m done for.

Sliding a hand between my legs, he circles my clit, and my body explodes, fireworks igniting behind my eyelids as I scream out in ecstasy, “Greyson.”

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