Page 32 of Love Bites Extra Hard

I pulled on his emotions again, harder.

More possession.

More lust.

More satisfaction.

He undid my bra and tugged it down my arms before tossing it free.

I groaned into him as he pinched one of my nipples lightly. Teasingly. Playing with it until I was arching against him, my need swelling as I drank his. My magic only added to it.

He released my breast and unbuttoned my jeans, and I gasped when he slipped his fingers into the waistband and beneath my panties. They were rough against my clit, brushing lightly through the slickness.

I had been touched there before, but not like that. Not carefully.

I moaned into his mouth, and his chest rumbled.

His emotions grew wilder and more carnal.

But his satisfaction only lingered. Swelled. Thickened.

He circled my clit slowly, like he wasn’t in a hurry. Like he didn’t have anywhere else he’d rather be, or anything else he’d rather be doing. Like he wasn’t dying to be inside me.

His emotions told me he genuinely wasn’t.

He was just enjoying me.

I had to break the kiss to catch my breath. He tilted my head to the side, and his lips moved down the side of my throat. Kissing. Licking. Sucking.

Nipping.

“Bite me,” I breathed, and he rumbled.

“You want my teeth in your skin again, A?”

I cried out as he slid a thick finger inside me, and grabbed his shirt like an anchor. He lifted my hands to his hair, one by one, and I nearly came as he dragged his thumb over my clit.

My grip on his hair was insanely tight as he took me back to the edge, kissing and nipping at that place on my shoulder. The place where his bite marked my skin. It hadn’t faded. It had healed into a perfect scar, almost as quickly as he’d left it there.

The scar didn’t make it look like a casual bite, but maybe dragons always did that. Maybe?—

My cries became moans and gasps as I detonated on his hand. His hold on me didn’t waver, and his fangs pierced me again, biting in deep and dragging the pleasure out longer.

Fiercer.

Endlessly.

He released my skin and licked the wound slowly as he continued stroking my clit. The motions were lazier. Calmer.

He wasn’t trying to work me up anymore. He was trying to bring me back down.

I panted almost violently as I tried to recover. My body was trembling. Hell, maybe mysoulwas trembling.

I’d definitely never been touched like that.

I’d never had a man pleasure me without a care for his own needs once, before Talon. Now, he’d done it twice.

His hand was still cradling my core when he lifted me up and carried me over to my bed, his finger still inside me.

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