Page 30 of Love Bites

I could understand that desire.

That need.

Hell, I wanted it myself.

He kissed my throat again. “Tastes fucking good, though.”

He was trying to lighten the mood, and I appreciated that. But there were bigger, more important things to deal with.

“You’re never going to let me walk away, are you?” I asked quietly, my hand still buried in his hair though my grip wasn’t as tight.

“Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.” The admission was raw, and honest.

“Doyou want to?”

“No.”

I tightened my grip on his hair. “Sealing the bond will let me drink your emotions without kissing you. It’s freedom for me, too. More freedom than I have right now, at least.”

Surprise flickered in his eyes. “You don’t need to?—”

I lifted my free hand to his throat, wrapping it around his like he had mine, and said, “You are mine, Damian.”

The magic that blossomed between us was fierce enough to rip the breath right out of my lungs. His mouth was on mine before the power faded, both his hands on my ass as he lifted me higher and pressed against me harder.

I drank his emotions, taking what I needed and so, so much more.

“Fuck me,” I commanded, wildly sated and desperately horny when I finally released his mouth.

He shoved my swim bottoms aside and filled me with his fingers a heartbeat later, making me cry out with pleasure.

His thumb found my clit, and it only took one rough brush against it to shatter me.

I panted hard as I came down from the high, his hot gaze burning into me and his thumb still stroking my clit.

“That was—” I cut myself off, with no idea how to finish it. “We can?—”

“You’re hungry. The emotions of the mate bond are still running high. I’m not taking you for the first time when there’s a chance you might regret it.”

“You say that like it’ll happen more than once.”

His lips curved upward, his smile wicked. “The bond will prevent you from wanting anyone but me, little siren. Eventually, you’ll get desperate enough to fuck me. And after you’ve had me, you’ll never be done with me.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” I tossed back.

“No, it’s a promise.” He leaned down to kiss my throat, and my chest constricted. “You want to get off again before I pull out?”

“Yes.” The whispered admission escaped me before I could stop myself.

“Needy little thing.” His words were playful. But the way he ran his thumb over my clit wasanythingbut that.

I moaned, “If you fuck Missy with these fingers, I’ll rip your cock off.”

“You’re mine, remember? If I want a sexy little female to fill, I have this one.”

“Fuck, I hate you.”

“Hate is a hell of a lot like love, don’t you think?”

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