Page 67 of The Secrets of Roan Island

My hearts stutter in my chest. This woman. “You want me to feed from you? Without venom?”

“Yes.” She kisses me again, rocking her hips.

I pull back more, placing a hand to the top of her chest to keep her from me. “Do you understand what you’re asking? Without the venom, my bite…” I shake my head.

“I know it’ll hurt, Noah.” Her tone is soft and her hand on my cheek softer.

I study her for any sign of hesitation and see none. She knows what she’s asking. She knows the venom is what makes the bite pleasurable and without it, my fangs will feel just as sharp as they are. “Why?” I ask. “Why would you want that?”

Her fingertips tilt my chin so I’m meeting her gaze. “So you’re strong.”

I groan, leaning forward to take her mouth with mine. She wants to give me her blood, willingly. For no other reason than because she cares? For me? I’m less controlled than before her request, more needy for her, the scent of her blood like a drug.

I roll us so that she’s on top and my hands are free to roam, to pinch her breasts and cup her ass. I touch every lush inch of her skin, kiss her until her lips are bruised. My cock, pressed against her soft stomach, aches to be inside her.

When she tries to line me up with her entrance and take control for herself, I flip us again and sit up so I can look at her.

“Spread your legs,” I order. “I want to see you.”

My hunger for her is acute, but I refuse to rush this. I want to savor every moment I have with her.

Tomorrow, I’ll make Ruby leave for her own protection. But tonight, I’ll make her come. I’ll squeeze every drop of pleasure from her. Ruin her for all other men. Tonight, I’ll make her mine and ensure she knows how completely I’m hers.

Her chest rises and falls in bursts, but she does what I want and spreads herself for me, a blush heating her skin. With her feet flat on the bed, her knees wide, I take in her glistening sex, soft and supple.

“You’re the definition of beauty,” I tell her, taking slow breaths to calm myself and indulge in her scent. I slide my hands from her knees, up her thighs to the juncture between her hips and legs, then twist my head to breathe on her inner thigh. “I want to taste you,ta’ari.”

She shivers, even though my mouth hasn’t touched her yet.

“Do you want that?”

“Yes.” Her desire catches in the word as it effervesces around me.

I taunt her with my tongue, sliding across the skin of her thighs with wet, lingering kisses. I mark her inner thigh by sucking it. With my fingers, I tease her, sliding them gently through her wet warmth, then drawing away, pulling her pleasure out in increments, making her wild for me. She moves her hips, seeking my mouth and hands in that special spot that will bring her release. After she’s moaning, sweating, crying, I give her a lick and flick with my tongue.

She mewls a needy cry, her hands in my hair. “Please, Noah. I’m going to die.”

“We can’t have that,” I say against her sex, inserting a finger as my tongue takes. Another finger, and her hips pulse against my mouth as her cries grow louder, her pants and gasps more intense.

“Noah! Oh stars, Noah!” she screams.

Her cunt clamps down around my fingers.

“I’m coming. Oh fuck!” she swears, her arched back driving her tits up. I grab one with my free hand. Then she curls around me as I tame my attention on her clit until she relaxes onto the mattress, weak and spent.

I smile, wiping the sweetness of her orgasm from my mouth as I press my lips against her belly. I kiss and bite—no fangs—my way up her body, relishing the taste of her skin on my tongue. I linger at her breasts, sucking on her nipples, biting, but I don’t feed from her. I luxuriate in the knowledge that this woman is giving herself to me freely, knowing everything she knows, having seen what she’s seen.

“Feed,” she begs, tilting her head to give me room when I reach her collarbone, trailing kisses to her neck.

“I’m afraid,” I whisper against her skin.

“Why?”

I test her sinew with my teeth, my fangs extending of their own volition but not breaking her skin.

“You make me wild,ta’ari. I’m afraid I won’t hold back.” My cock presses against the malleable softness of her sex. I lightly thrust, my head sliding past her defenses.

She gasps, her hands biting into the skin of my lower back. “Please, Noah. I want all of you. I want you to take all of me.”

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