Page 129 of Bite Marks

The first kissof Vi’s slick cunt against mine made me jerk, a gust of breath vacating my lungs. The human’s warm body slotted with mine effortlessly, the nudge and press of her against my needy, swollen clit pulling whimpers of pleasure through my teeth.

Vi’s hand dug hard into the soft, plump flesh of my hip, my body loving her rough touch.Her grip kept me in place as she moved against me, rubbing our sexes together half clumsily, half with purpose.

She reached between us to lift and press my stomach out of the way, allowing her to press more firmly against me, rolling her hips to ride against my pussy.

Her warmth, paired with the smell of her blood clinging to the air around her bare throat, made my core tighten. I leaned forward, using my hand to catch her jaw, pulling her in for a messy kiss that was more fangs than lips.

Close like this, the maddening scent of her arousal mixed with her blood, it was impossible to keep my head clear. Moans were traded between our mouths like sweet nothings as thesteady press and glide of skin against skin drew us closer to the edge.

Like a siren beckoning a sailor to the plank, the promise of sweet relief on the other side of the surface threatened to pull us both under.

My eyes slid shut in near bliss, only to fly open as Vi shifted us, pressing my back down into the mattress to ride against me with my leg hanging off her shoulder.

“Fuck, Juniper… You’re so goddamn beautiful,” she praised between groans of pleasure-coated effort. “Your curves drive me fucking wild.”

“Vi—” I attempted to interrupt.

It wasn’t that I was insecure about my body; I knew what it looked like. I was just as desirable as Elsie or Ren.

But what did make me shy was that Vi didn’t just look. She took me in. Her gaze was reverent as it kissed my skin, roving over the silvery tiger stripes of my stretch marks and dimpled pockets of cellulite. An expression that was nothing short of worship as she bent to nibble along the side of my breast, lips roving but never quite finding where I needed them most—clasped around my pebbled nipple.

“The way your thighs move when you wear a skirt,” she groaned, fingers digging into the area with renewed focus. “It makes me weak.”

A few more loops of her hips and I was shuddering, my pussy twitching through a peak that left me feeling lightheaded.

Or maybe that was justVi.

She was quick to move while I was still recovering, my chest heaving with heavy breaths as gentle aftershocks warned that I’d be overly sensitive as Vi settled between my parted thighs.

“Please, Vi?—”

I wasn’t entirely sure what I was begging her for—what I needed her to do.

Not to stop maybe? To give me more of her casually devastating attention until I was so wrapped up in the feel and taste and smell of her that I would never be able to free myself of it?

Her arms hooked around my thighs, dragging me closer to her waiting mouth. She licked a slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, swirling her tongue over the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves until my thighs quivered.

Vi’s dull human teeth grazed along my sex as she worked, drawing increasingly loud moans from my parted lips. She was… dedicated. Devouring my cunt like she was parched, sucking and slurping every available drop of my pleasure with effortless determination that had me peaking again impossibly fast.

She sealed her lips around my clit for a hardsuck, fingers slotting into my twitching, overeager center to rub along the rough patch of nerves deep inside with every thrust.

Before I knew it, I was riding her face. My hand tangled in her dark hair, forcing her mouth closer as I chased my pleasure. A demand in my own right—at least as close as I’d get to making one.

I panted, thighs tensing as the vibrations from the groan Vi released against my overly sensitive clit pushed me over the edge again.

A string of nonsensical words fell from my lips, fragments of sentences as stars sparkled in the corners of my vision.

When Vi released my clit with a wet noise, her fingers continued a torturously slow pace as she worked me down with languid strokes.

“Vi, please, it's too much!” I begged, even as I arched into her touch, wanting more from the human who had captivated me from the first moment I’d met her.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” she murmured, pulling her glossy fingers free to insert them into her mouth for a slow, sensual suck. “Like heaven, Juniper.”

“Sit on my face, right fucking now,” I demanded—begged, half breathlessly, really—giving her hair a firm tug.

“I thought I made it clear who’s in charge here,” she teased, lips curving into a seductive grin.

“Vi…” She might have made it clear, but fuck, I knew what I wanted too.

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