Page 132 of Wanted

I slam my knees together, blocking him. “Don’t you dare bite me down there!”

Grabbing both of my thighs, he easily spreads them apart before his face disappears between them.

“Trust me, you’re going to like this,” I feel him breathe against me, and can’t fight the shiver that rushes up my spine.

“I already hate—” I start to say.

Only to cut myself off when I feel the first stroke of his tongue against my clit.

Like he licked my mark, he purposely drags his tongue slowly upwards, catching the tip on it before releasing me.

Exhaling a gush of air I didn’t realize I was holding, I yank on his hair again.

Growling in irritation, his tongue lashes hard at my clit as if to punish me. Then his movements become faster and faster.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” I hear myself crying out, but it sounds faraway to my ears.

Drowned out by all the pleasure he’s attacking me with.

Not only am I losing myself in the warm, wet rapture of his mouth on me, I get to experience how much he’s personally enjoying it at the same time.

How the taste of me is sweeter than any blood he’s ever drank.

And he can’t get enough of it.

It’s driving him into such a frenzy, he almost forgets his original purpose.

When he slowly pushes a finger inside me, stretching me open, my hips buck up, shoving my pussy into his face.

Half-groaning, half-growling, his mouth and tongue move at a speed no human could hope to match.

And I’m no longer yanking on his hair.

I’m clawing at the top of his head as I experience a bliss so intense I’m about to explode.

“Do it,” he urges inside my head. “Come on my face.”

He pushes another finger inside me, pumping them both in and out as he continues to focus his mouth on my clit.

Unable to stand it anymore, my walls squeeze around his fingers, trying to hold them in just before he yanks them out.

Then a dam inside me bursts open.

Throwing my head back, I cry at the heavens as ecstasy embraces me and carries me away.

When I finally return to my body, I become aware of him pressing his face harder into me and licking and swallowing every drop of my release. As if he doesn’t want any of it to go to waste.

Overly sensitive, I jerk, twitch, and beg him to, “Please stop. It’s too much.”

Instantly pulling away, he lifts his head and licks the last of my wetness from his lips.

Then he grins that devilish grin of his and prowls back up my body.

If my eyes weren’t still glazed over from the orgasm, I’d probably feel like prey again.

“You did so good,” he purrs out loud.

Then he purrs, “You’re such a good girl,”inside my mind.

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