Page 75 of Bite Marks

She grinned, flashing her fangs at me.

“If you wish to stop at any time, you’ll tell me, and we will. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered again, eyes catching at the dragons protruding from the collar of her T-shirt.

I needed to get that off her—now. I need to explore and touch and taste the tapestry of tattoos and add my own marks to it.

Lips travelled down my neck, speaking into the warmth of my skin. “Do you have any hard limits?”

“No,” I said, too quickly. Whatever Ren wanted to offer, I was more than willing to accept. “Touch me, please.”

That endearing lopsided smirk returned as she peeled my leggings away, adjusting to get them off with a little help from me. “Am I going to find you wet for me, Pet?” she purred, tossing the fabric to the floor.

A soft snarl escaped her as she took in my bare pussy with its short snatch of trimmed hair along my pubic bone.

I’d dressed so quickly I hadn’t bothered with underwear.

Oops.

She dragged her short nails along my thighs, and I whimpered. A pathetically needy, desperate noise that was as good as begging for her to use me like a fucking hand puppet. Iwas sure that if I looked down, I’d be able to see the moisture slicking my folds; I’d been wet since her very first touch.

I panted as Ren traced torturous patterns along the crease of my thigh, careful not to touch where I needed her most as her lips worked over my collarbone and chest. My hips bucked in a futile attempt to coax her fingers to the part of me demanding attention, back arched to tempt her lips around my tight nipples.

“Stop teasing,” I demanded, the effect considerably less powerful than I would’ve liked due to the whiny element in my voice.

“So eager,” she murmured, nipping my ear. “But I intend on savouring this moment, Vi. I’ve been so patient. So. Incredibly.Patient,” she said, puncturing the last three words with a slow glide of her fingers through my arousal.

“And whose fault is that?” I managed to say, and her only reply was to use her thumb to circle my clit.

The move was so practiced, her pace so maddeningly perfect that if I didn’t know better, I’d think we’d done this before. Ren played my body to pull sounds from my lips as surely as tapping piano keys.

“Ren,please,” I begged, straining my neck against her grip in an attempt to give her space.

There was no warning before she plunged two digits into me, bending them to find the textured expanse of my G-spot. I reacted immediately, the rest of my request dying on my tongue to be replaced with a chorus of colourful curse words and gasping moans.

“Oh, look at that,” she teased, running her tongue over her teeth. “Sofucking wet for me, Pet.”

She flexed her other hand along my throat as she pumped her fingers in and out of me. My hips chased her every touch, eager for more of the pleasure steadily building at my centre.

I was prisoner to her hungry gaze.

No, not just hungry—starving.

When we first met, I’d written her eyes off as brown as the dark rust of dried blood—a stupid idea, really. They weresomuch more than that. Like delicious pools of cinnamon.

Warm.

Comforting.

Nearly black with desire from her blown-out pupils as my blood thrummed under her tightened grip.

Ren fucked me with her hand, grinding her palm against my clit until I was whining senselessly, an orgasm ripping through me without warning.

She growled as my pussy clamped tight around her fingers, a low noise in the back of her throat that should’ve screameddangerbut just made me wetter.

The need for more pulsed through me as steadily as the aftershocks the vampire worked me through with slower, tender touches and kisses while her fingers still expertly stroked my sensitive inner walls.

“That’s it, Pet, tell me how good it feels.”

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