Page 74 of Bite Marks

Ancient. All-consuming.

Completely undeniable.

It was all the invitation the vampire needed, and her lips met mine again and again in a series of demanding kisses that betrayed her matching desires. She controlled our pace, tongue snaking to swipe against the seam of my mouth before I parted my lips to grant it access, surprisingly cold as it explored, massaging against mine.

She lifted my drink from my hands, breaking away only long enough to deposit both cups on the floor before she returned to me with that same intensity, one of her hands tangling into the back of my hair.

All pretence of restraint out the window, I crawled into Ren’s lap, my thighs bracketing her narrow hips as I pressed my body against hers.

The magnetism that drew me to the vampire skyrocketed. Kissing her wasn’t enough—I wanted to envelop her with my body, welcome her right into the core of my being as her home for now and for the rest of my days.

It was fucking exhilarating.

It was fuckingterrifying.

A quiet growl escaped her as she broke our kiss to trail her mouth along my jaw with gentle nips and grazes of her fangs against the tender skin.

“Vi, I’m so sorry,” she murmured, her hands moving up my back underneath my shirt. “I’m desperate for you. I can’t possibly take this as slow as you deserve.”

Desire pooled in my centre with every caress, my breath hitching into a breathy moan as she stopped to suck at the soft spot between my neck and ear. Her sharp fangs toyed with the sensitive skin, the bite washed away with a pass of her tongue, turning me to jelly on her lap.

With monumental effort, I pulled away to grip her face in both my hands, looking at the vampire through my lashes.

“Not interested,” I murmured, bending for a kiss. “We’ve been dancing around each other for weeks, I’m tired of slow. I want you to fuck me,sir.”

Ren groaned, a low sound full of yearning. Her fingers dug into my skin, hips lifting to grind against mine as she crashed her lips against mine in a scorching kiss.

“Temptress,” she half-hissed, easily manoeuvring me onto my back on the pullout, my head propped up on one of the squishy throw pillows as she settled between my legs. “Did you put this on to torture me?” she asked, a note of humour in her voice as her fingers brushed my ribs, moving up the thin cotton material of my top up to bare my breasts to her.

“Maybe a little,” I admitted, chewing my lip as the chilly air of the apartment met my stiffened nipples.

She blew over the pebbled flesh, and I gasped, my pussy eagerly clamping hard around nothing. I tried to press my thighs together for relief, but Ren’s body stopped me, making her chuckle. She moved back, her eyes assessing me, her gaze roving over my face like she was trying to commit it to memory.

Slowly,deliberately, she wrapped her fingers around my throat. Her grip wasn’t choking, my airflow completely unhindered as she held me still.

It was possessive. Dominating.

I was powerless to resist her.

Not that I wanted to.

“You aremagnificent, Pet.”

My mouth popped open at the nickname. I’d never been one for honorifics before. But the way it sounded on Ren’s lips… The effect was powerful. Delicious in the way that it claimed me asherswith a single syllable.

I licked my lips as though I could taste it in the air, my eyes trailing over the corded muscle of her lithe arms hidden beneath the colourful scrawl of her tattoos.

She followed my gaze, flexing her fingers.

The look in her eyes was wild, desperate. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Yes, what, Pet?” Ren crooned, bending to brush her lips against mine. She paused, waiting for my response as her teeth teased my bottom lip.

I couldn’t hold in the moan that escaped me. The decadent possessiveness of her touch paired with the sure dominance in her voice was as good as a lick between my legs.

The words were out of my mouth before I’d consciously thought to say them. “Yes, sir.”

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