Page 131 of Wanted

His skin splits for me and more honey pours into my mouth before he tears himself away.

“Why, you little beast…” he says huskily. “Did I give you permission to do that?”

Slowly and purposely licking his blood off my bottom lip, I smirk deviously up at him. “No.”

I don’t know where this new Alena has come from. If it’s his personality influencing my own. Or if I’ve always secretly been like this…

But at this moment, I really don’t care.

He’s awakened a hunger buried inside me, and that comes with a price.

A price I want paid in blood.

Preferably his.

Arching up, I try to capture his lips again, but he shoves me back down to the bed.

Looming over me with some of his black hair falling in front of his eyes, he says, “Then you must be punished.”

“Punished?” I repeat in confusion.

Then I gasp when his head dips down and he licks the mark between my breasts.

Purposely taking his time, he slowly laps his tongue up the red figure eight, throwing me back into the throes of extreme ecstasy.

My blood boils inside my veins and my middle is filled with so much liquid heat I fear it will burst through my skin.

When he finally finishes, I push my hands against his chest and screech, “You’re the beast!”

Chuckling, he ignores my pushing hands and runs his tongue down my body, occasionally taking a little nip.

Reaching where my shirt is still buttoned, he simply rips it open and continues his descent.

Panting to catch my breath, I watch the top of his head, wondering when he’ll stop and kiss me again.

Once he reaches the waistband of my pants, I give a little buck of my hips, urging him to come back up and give me his lips.

But he only chuckles again.

Grabbing my waistband, he rips through it as if it’s made of paper.

“Hey,” I grumble, not understanding his intention. “DidIgive you permission to do that?”

Tipping his chin up to look at me, he smirks. “No.”

Then he grabs my panties and shreds them, too.

My jaw drops in surprise.

He just completely revealed my… my… private parts.

Reaching down, I grab him by his hair and try to yank him back up.

But it has absolutely no effect.

His smirk sharpening, he says, “I don’t need permission.”

Then his head dips again.

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