Page 58 of Eye Candy

He shrugged. “A perk of being my princess.”

“I haven’t agreed to anything—”

Fang’s body inched closer to mine, his face so close to mine our noses touched. “You also haven’t said no.” With his face so close to mine, it was impossible to focus on his face, so my eyelids fell, and I closed my eyes.

“But, what about—”

It seemed Fang could anticipate everything I was going to say, because he whispered, “Sharing isn’t so bad. The Lucianos do it. My brother does it. As long as they treat you like the princess you are, I don’t mind. If, however, they turn on you or harm a single hair on your head… I’ll kill them.”

Hearing him say all that sent my mind racing. Not only was he okay with sharing me, but he would also kill to protect me? What the… it should bother me, hearing that, but it only made me want the guy more.

What was wrong with me?

“What say you, Princess? Are you going to let me worship you how you deserve to be worshiped?” Fang’s voice took on a husky tone, causing a shiver to run down my back. His mouth was so close to mine, and yet still so far. “Are you going to let me have a taste of you?” The hand holding mine moved to the wrist, squeezing harder. “Your silence is driving me crazy, you know.”

If I said no, would Fang drop it and stop all this?

The thing was, the answer didn’t matter, because I didn’t want to say no. There was only one way this conversation could go, and that’s…

“Yes,” I breathed out the word, and no sooner did I say it did Fang’s mouth close in on mine. His other arm wrapped around my body, pulling me closer to his chest as his lips acquainted themselves with mine. The push and pull of ourmouths together was in perfect unison; we were both trying to devour the other through a single kiss.

In the back of my head, I knew this was crazy, but I didn’t care. I felt so strongly connected to this man that I couldn’t think straight. Lola sending me here had to have been fate, just like the night my Devil had come to me and taken me. Some things were simply meant to be.

I moaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Fang’s neck. He still held onto my one wrist, so I couldn’t do anything with that arm. I could feel his sharp teeth graze my lower lip, and then he bit down. Not a lot, not too hard, but enough to break the back of my lip and draw blood.

The suddenness of it all made me want to pull away, but he didn’t let me. His tongue found its way into my mouth, and he licked at my lower lip, right where he’d nicked me.

I guess he was taking thetasting mepart seriously. And here I thought he was just being poetic about wanting to kiss me, not, you know, wanting to take an actual bite. But with those teeth, and how often he said he wanted to eat me up… it really shouldn’t shock me.

The taste of my own blood dotted my tongue, even after he’d gotten his taste of me. Fang didn’t pull away after that, though. His mouth remained on mine, kissing me hard, fervently, like I was the only thing he wanted in this world. Before I knew it, he’d leaned me back, laying me down on the couch and crawling over me, using his long, lean body to pin mine down.

He jerked my left arm above my head, holding it there, and then he took my right and did the same. As he held both wrists above my head, he tore his mouth off mine to murmur, “You taste just as good as I thought you would, Princess.” His grayeyes bore down into me, making me squirm under him from the intensity radiating from them. “Are you all right? Did I bite down too hard on you?”

I managed to shake my head and say, “I’m okay. I just… wasn’t expecting it.” Even as I spoke, I could taste my own blood still. It wasn’t gushing, but there was enough there to taste it every time I ran my tongue along where he’d clamped down.

Fang smirked, flashing me those peculiar teeth. “I told you I like to bite.”

That was very true. He did, the very first time we’d met, so I had no one to blame but myself. But it didn’t hurt. I didn’t mind it, actually. It was kind of hot, knowing he desired me so badly he needed to taste me like that.

He lowered his face again, bringing his lips to my jaw. He kissed a line down my jaw, and when he reached the side of my chin, I felt him graze his teeth against the skin, not pricking me again with those sharp canines, but teasing me with him. It was a peculiar feeling, but yet it didn’t feel wrong.

It felt good, actually.

When he moved his mouth to the crook of my neck, I shivered and moaned when the tips of his teeth danced along my skin, and Fang murmured, “The sounds you make are addicting, Princess, like music to my ears. Moan more for me. Let me hear you.” His mouth moved to an earlobe, and he sucked it between his teeth. The feeling of his teeth grazing the lobe made me moan again—which was exactly what he wanted.

“Yes,” he whispered, his lips finding mine once again. He kissed me hard and quick before adding, “Right now, you’re allmine, Princess. All mine. Let me show you what else I can do with these teeth.”

The hands holding my wrists abandoned them, traveling down my body. Within five seconds, he’d yanked up my shirt and exposed my bra to him. Fang licked his lips as his hands moved beneath the bra, fingers running over my pebbled nipples and making me moan yet again.

My eyes closed when Fang pushed my bra up and lowered his mouth to me. He kissed around my chest, taking his time in moving to a nipple—and when he sucked a nipple in between his teeth, I about lost it. A fluttery sigh escaped me, tiny shockwaves of electricity zapping through me when the sharp tip of one of his fangs ran over it.

The metal fangs, the sharp point of them, brought with them a heightened sense of pleasure, and it was all I could do to lay there and accept whatever it was he’d do to me. He really did like using his teeth.

Fang abandoned my chest, moving down along my stomach. “Let’s see what other sounds I can bring out of you,” he murmured, getting up. “But for this next part, it might be easier on the bed.” He scooped me up and carried me around the couch, heading toward his bed, where he deposited me gently. His hands worked to take off my pants before he hopped on, kneeling over my legs with a lustful look on his face. “Are you ready for me to eat you alive, Princess?” His gaze flicked between my face and the pink panties I wore.

I nodded. It was all I could do. Any words I’d try to speak right now would fail me; I knew that.

He flashed me a smirk before sinking down and lowering his face to my apex. I thought he would take off my panties—and he did, just not how I thought. His teeth grazed my skinfor just the quickest of moments before snaking under and hooking against the panties, and then he pulled them down.

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