Page 101 of Bite Marks

Vi reacted immediately, returning my ferocity with her own in a battle of lips and teeth as I pulled her slender frame closer across the bench, a moan slipping from between our parted lips.

The camera flashed, the lights dancing behind my closed eyelids.

“Right now,” I panted, kissing her again and again. My hand pressed past the band of her leggings, teasing her clit through the cotton of her underwear. “Right fucking now, Vi.”

“Please,” she whispered, breath hitching as she spread her legs, the left resting over my thigh as she stretched herself to welcome my touch.

“Can you be quiet?” I asked, tracing my fingers lower, seeking her wet heat.

“I can try,” she said, kissing me again as I dipped my fingertips inside her, muting a whimper of delight.

I broke the kiss, curious to see if she could behave without my intervention as my lips trailed from the corner of her mouth to her jaw and down her neck in a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses designed to bruise.

For all the watching I’d done when it came to this woman, I wanted my covenmates to know I’d had her too.

That she was mine as much as she was any of theirs.

Two fingers pressed inside her with little resistance just as Vi’s hand found the back of my neck to guide my lips back to hers in a bid to muffle the sounds my scissoring fingers brought to her tongue.

Rich, animalistic moans were born from the graze and press of my fingers deep along the textured ridge of her hot cunt, hardly dampened by her tongue exploring my mouth. The periodic flash of the photobooth behind my closed eyes was the only indicator of how long I was losing myself in her.

There was nothing soft about the way I claimed Vi, thrusting in and out like the fullness provided by my hand was a punishment as much as a reward.

It didn’t quite satisfy the craving. What I really wanted was to see her splayed beneath me, to see her swallow my umber fingers with her pink center.

A delightful blend of warm, rich brown and rose.

To touch. To taste the sweet, slippery nectar that provided such a lovely glide as I rubbed her clit with my thumb.

To finally have Vi asmine.

I used my free hand to reach into my bag, quickly finding Elsie’s unused gift. Innocuous at first glance, but I knew better as I removed the lid of the “lipstick” and turned the base one-handed, bringing the little vibrator to life. Thankfully, the sounds of the arcade games—music both from the cabinets and the radio overhead and the regular crash of the air hockey table—masked the sound.

Vi’s eyes went wide as I trailed the little vibrator down her chest between her breasts, making her breath hitch in anticipation. Her muscles clenched around my fingers, making me shiver.

“Dana, is that a?—”

“Yeah,” I interrupted in a whisper, teasing it along her nipple through her sports bra. “Would you like me to use it on you, darling?”

“Yes,” she agreed quickly, cheeks pink as I pulled her leggings down to bear her sweet pussy to me, trapping her thighs in the stretchy material.

Flash.

I swept her panties to the side, and she hissed as the cool air met her cunt. A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth, revealing my fangs as I pressed the vibe to her clit, keeping it there with the heel of my hand as three of my fingers found their way back inside to fuck her tight little cunt.

“Fuuuuck, Dana,” she purred, all semblance of pretending to be reasonable going out the window as she pulled her sports bra up from the bottom, revealing the perfect milky skin of her tits, tipped with little blush pink nipples like tender sour cherries. “More.”

I didn’t have to be told twice, bending to suck one of the peaks into my mouth. My free hand came to clamp over her lips, attempting to muffle the moans that followed, her hips bucking into my hand as she came closer and closer to the finish line.

Flash. Flash. Flash.

The machine went off again and again as Vi desperately chased my touch, her body quivering as I moved between her taut nipples in grazing passes of my fangs, tongue, and lips.

“Come for me, darling,” I ordered softly, nibbling on the side of her breast.

Vi’s eyes screwed tightly shut, her muffled whimper accompanied by a delightful spasm of muscles that warned me she wassoclose.

I wanted to bite her. I knew that sinking my teeth into her in this moment would throw her over the steadily building precipice she’d been dancing on. But now wasn’t the time. Not after all she’d been through.

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