Page 46 of The Secrets of Roan Island

With a claw, I shred her undergarments and finally—fucking, finally—reveal her beautiful, round breasts, heavy and heaving with her desire. The sight is so incredible, I forget, for a moment, about her blood, and bring all of my attention to her naked skin. Her nipples tighten at the intrusion of cold air, and I don’t hesitate to twist the pert buds between my thumb and forefinger. Sliding my hands down her sides, I scratch the inside of her thighs, rip her pantaloons open, and spread her legs wide so I can step between them, bringing our bodies flush.

When I bring my hands back to her perfect tits, her hips roll. “That feels…” She moans, unable to put into words what she feels.

I marvel at her enjoyment, reveling in how she responds to my touch. With a palm just below her collarbone, I push her back until she’s laying on the table, spread out like a fucking feast. “Mine,” I growl and lean over to take her nipple in my mouth.

Ruby gasps, her hips bucking. She squeezes her legs around my waist and digs in her heels, pulling me closer.

I need to taste her. All of her. I want to feast on her arousal, her blood, her very essence.

Wetting my lips, I make quick work of removing every shredded piece of clothing from her body, then lean back to admire her naked form. “So fucking beautiful.”

When I sit back down between her legs, intent locked on the sweet pinnacle between her thighs, she props herself up on her elbows and gives me a tentative, almost shy smile. It’s the most alluring thing I’ve ever seen.

“I don’t…” Her scent takes on a nervous quality. “I mean, are you sure? David never–”

I wipe his name from her lips with a feral growl. My gaze narrows on her face, on her swollen mouth, on my already healing bite marks on her neck. My cock thickens, my ballstightening. “I’m going to take you apart with my tongue, Ruby, then put you back together with my venom.”

She makes a small sound, the whimpering of prey.

My monster takes over, unable to hold back. I grab her thighs, yank her to the edge of the table, and bury my face between her legs.

On my tongue, Ruby is perfect. The natural essence of her excites me, calls to me, draws me to pleasure her with abandon. I want to give and give and give because I’m receiving everything I’ve ever wanted in return.

I told her I would take her apart and put her back together, but I failed to consider what this would do to me. I’m the one being destroyed and rebuilt.

She grips my hair like she’s afraid she’s going to fall and I’m the only one who can save her. I grip her thighs the same way, my claws biting into her skin. Every sense in my body is attuned to her. The subtle changes in her taste, her movements, her scent, her pulse, her sounds. I know the moment she’s about to climax and that’s when I strike, biting her upper thigh. Claws retracted, I replace my tongue with my fingers, slipping into her tight, wet heat with my thumb on her clit. She cries my name as I sink more venom into her. An eruption of pleasure for both of us.

The taste of her release blazes in her blood, filling me with so much hot pleasure as I drink that I climax right alongside her without being touched. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. This is a pleasure unknown, unexplored. I never knew it could be like this.

It’s more than euphoric. It’s a divine cataclysm.

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Ruby

Igasp for air, grasping Noah’s dark hair. His silky strands twist in my fingers as my focus centers on him and the beautiful sensations he’s creating inside me. Legs spread as wide as I can to accommodate his wide shoulders, his hot breath teases my thigh as he sucks part of me into part of him. And just when I think I’ve reached the peak of my climax, I climb higher, right out of my body. This is… there are no words. Only sensation.

Skin.

Teeth.

Breath.

Blood.

Movement.

Rolling, gushing, bursting pleasure.

“More,” I murmur, weak suddenly, slumping back against the table, shaking with my release.

Noah breaks the suction on my thigh and curses. I’m only half aware of him as euphoria overwhelms me.

I’m somewhere else. On some other plane of existence. I’m vaguely aware of his touch brushing across my neck and chest and thigh, of his strong arms lifting me from the table, whispering things in my ear that I can’t make sense of, but they make my stomach flutter.

He lays me down on a couch in the back of the library, and I close my eyes, unable to resist the dark rising up to meet me.

“Drink, Ruby.”

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