Page 58 of Bite Marks

“Fuck,” she hissed, pulling the cups down to get a look at the pebbled peaks. “I hate that this is going to have to be quick.”

Her eyes met mine, and my breath caught at the want burning in her gaze.

I was used to being desired, but this didn’t feel like something as simple as sexual attraction. It felt a lot likeneed.

She tweaked my bare nipple with her fingers, and my pussy clenched like she’d drawn a line directly to my core.

“Vi,please,” I whined again, grinding my hips against hers and using my hand on her waist to keep her close as her thigh moved between my legs, finally offering me a sliver of the sweet relief I craved.

“Please what?” she whispered, her breath fanning along my ear and the side of my neck. Her lips met the sensitive skin a moment after, kissing and sucking a path toward my collarbone.

“Please, I—”I want you. I need you. I’m desperate for you. “Make me come.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” she purred cheekily.

Her lips met mine briefly before she scored a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses over my chest, and trailing further down. Her teeth dragged until she reached my nipple, teasing the peak with her tongue in small flicks that had me chewing my lip to swallow whimpers, only barely in control enough to remember that just on the other side of this door was a room full of my coworkers.

It only made it all hotter—the glide of my damp panties against Vi’s bare thigh as I ground down hard, the delicious friction of the fabric against my clit, and a well-timed possessive suck from Vi dragging a moan from my lips.

“Fuck,” she hissed against my breast, biting down hard enough to bruise. “Make that sound again.”

I loved being marked up by my vicious little human. Love bites were like glitter—you neverreally could have enough.

She gripped my ass, forcing me to speed up with a pained suck of air as she found the open, heart-shaped cutout at the back of my panties.

“You little slut,” she murmured, swatting my butt cheek hard enough to make me gasp before soothing away the hurt with a brush of her palm. “Youwantedme to fuck you in the club.”

“Maybe,” I admitted, pulling her close to drag my teeth along her exposed shoulder.

I almost felt drunk with the power of her scent—honeysuckle and sugary cupcakes burning down to a nearly caramel-like finish with her arousal singing between us. Her quickened pulse was thumping along her throat, begging for me to bite and taste and tear her until I’d drunk my fill.

The flat of my tongue pressed against her skin, a whisper of that decadent flavour meeting my taste buds, fangs scoring a light scratch in my wake.

I was flattened against the door as she gripped my thigh, hooking my leg over her hip impatiently to give her better access. Vi’s fingers skated over the edge of the panties, teasing the spot where I wanted to feel her most.

“Look at my pretty little princess,” she murmured as I bucked helplessly into her hand, soft panting moans slipping between my kisses on her neck. “Soaked right through and I’ve barely begun.”

“Vi—fuck—” I whimpered as she slid the panties to the side, digits slipping through my slick entrance for a shallow dip into my core that made me quiver, my entire body moving to try and force her deeper inside me.

Anything, absolutely anything, to make her fuck me.

“Vi, what?” she coaxed softly. “Use your words, Princess.”

The nickname was the perfect mix of affection and condescension, something I could think about later. It wasimpossible to follow a train of thought even when Vi’s fingers were just barely teasing my cunt.

“Can I—” I started, only for Vi to plunge two fingers inside me, scissoring the digits and making me break into a loud moan. I was so wet there wasn’t any resistance as she pumped in and out of me, and I could already feel my orgasm building as she ground the palm of her hand against my clit.

“Shh,” she hissed, though her mouth was slanted into a cocky smirk. It wasn’t like backstage was quiet, and with the music pumping through the club… Well, there was at least a chance no one had heard that. “Can you what, Els?”

“Yes, Vi! God, you feelso good—” I babbled, as Vi’s free hand moved to catch my wrists, holding them above my head against the door. There was only one thing that could possibly make this moment better. “I need… Can I bite you?”

She nipped my earlobe, voice husky. “Go on.”

I groaned, my entire body shuddering at the command. My fangs ached with the desire to comply with her order, but after she’d retreated from me the other night… I knew better than to push things.

“A-Are you sure?” I stammered, swallowing hard.

Vi slowly freed her fingers from me, pausing to ghost them over my clit with purposeful strokes that had me whimpering and thrashing against her hold before dipping back inside to fuck me like her life depended on it.

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