Page 130 of Bite Marks

Vi crawled up my body, placing kisses along my pale skin until her hands met the fabric of my headboard. She straddled my neck with her thighs, looking down her toned body to meet my eager gaze.

“You have the most beautiful eyes,” she praised, stroking my cheek.

“They’re contacts,” I breathed, breaking her stare to take in her pussy—the dark thatch of hair along her pubic mound, the glossy pink of her tender folds.

She laughed, the noise cut off with a surprised gasp as I pulled her forward, my lips and sharp fangs teasing the side of her deliciously wet cunt.

“God, I’ve been waiting to taste you…” I whispered, nibbling at the crease of her thigh. The graze of my fangs had the taste of her blood exploding over my tongue—vanilla and raspberries and something so uniquely Vi it made my head spin.

She went liquid in my hold, leaning heavily against the headboard with a low moan as my venom infiltrated her bloodstream, fingers threading into my hair.

“My blood?” she asked, whimpering with pleasure as I bit her in earnest, sucking back a mouthful of her sweet essence with a moan of my own.

“No,” I panted, already half-drunk with the force of my orgasms, my head absolutely swimming now with the headyscent and taste of Vi coating my every sense. My tongue moved slowly to her swollen pussy, just barely teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue to make her twitch and buck, chasing more stimulation. “You have something far less pedestrian than blood to offer me.”

“Juniper, stop teasing me… Make me come.”

“As you wish, Little Rabbit,” I murmured, the nickname from my dream coming to my tongue as easily breathing.

Though I was sure she felt more like Alice, stumbling into O and finding herself in Wonderland with a cast of characters as confusing as they were alluring—to me she was the Rabbit.

Leading me into the unknown in a rush without entirely understanding why.

I lapped at her pussy, licking and sucking desperately at every sopping, slippery inch of her sex I could reach.

I’d planned to go slow. To be in control.

But the second Vi’s taste hit my tongue, I’d lost myself, a slave to my inner monster as much as she was with my venom coursing through her.

I needed more. More of her pleasured moans as they flowed freely from her parted lips. More of her delicious arousal as I fucked her with my tongue, alternating between spearing her and circling her clit. More of her fucking blood.

God,herblood.

Vi whimpered and moaned above me, practically vibrating from the effort not to buck into my mouth. I felt her strong thighs tense around my head, and I dove in harder, my open palm cracking down over the swell of her ass. She jerked, her loud groan sure to be heard from downstairs.

“Again,” she whispered.

I gave her what she wanted instantly, my hand cracking down again and again as I turned my face, teeth sinking into her fleshy thigh, making her scream in delight.

It made me feel powerful. The way her hips bucked and her fists clenched. The sounds of her pleasure as she teetered on the razor's edge from tipping over into an orgasm.

I sucked at the new wound, my free hand finding her clit, and I’d barely nudged the pearl of nerves when she rewarded me with a shuddering orgasm that left my face wet.

Fucking. Glorious.

What had once been infatuation had bloomed into obsession so quickly, I’d hardly noticed it, but here between Vi’s thighs, the fact was undeniable. Wherever she was, there I would be.

A resolution as unshakable as the sun rising in the morning.

Again and again,I brought her to the edge, listening to desperate whimpers and moans. The way she praised and cursed me in the same breath.

“Juniper! Fuck, so fucking good, baby. Don’t stop!”

I kept going and going, drunk on making her feel good, until Vi sagged, half bent over top of me with exhaustion as I worked her through yet another powerful climax.

“Please, June… I can’t—” Vi’s thighs were shaking violently now, her desire dripping down my wrist from where I’d long buried my fingers deep inside of her. My tongue worshipping her clit as I switched between lapping and swift circles.

From the outside, it might’ve looked like I was in control of this situation. But I was as much a slave to Vi’s needs as she was to mine.

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