Page 77 of Bite Marks

“Five!” I shouted impatiently, pushing back against where her hands had stilled.

I felt, more than heard, Ren’s huff of laughter. Her mouth was so close to me that when she spoke, I felt her breath ghost my clit.

“Deal.”

I should’ve asked for more.

Iwantedmore.

She added another finger, setting a punishing pace as she worked me effortlessly toward release. My hands found my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers as Ren’s lips closed around my clit, sucking hard.

Stars danced in my vision as I came, my body shuddering, and I hadn’t even caught my breath when I gasped, “I want to touch you!”

A derisive snort was her only response as she lapped at my desire, her teeth grazing my folds and clit in a way that had me hurtling toward the edge even faster than the last as my body grew more sensitive.

I thought Ren’s lips were made for kissing—I was so, so wrong.

Her mouth was made for eating pussy.

Ren’s tongue left my sex, and I whimpered, chasing her with my hips. I didn’t have to wait long until her fingers were there instead, working my overstimulated clit until my whole body shook.

She nipped the back of my thigh, trailing a line of scorching kisses over my ass.

I was moaning her name like it was a prayer, my hips rocking to the rhythm of her touches as I hovered over the precipice again.

“Bite me,” I begged. “Please, sir, I want you to.”

ren

. . .

I hesitated.

It was a direct request. Vi’s breathy moans punctuated the words and had heat trickling down my spine.

“You’re sure?” I asked, halting my touches.

The idea that I could be crossing the line, especially after what had happened just the night before, was a siren in my head, blaring as loud as a fire alarm.

“I’m sure,” she said, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. “I trust you, Ren, you wouldn’t hurt me.”

My hand soothed along the curve of her ass, spreading her apart in a feast for my eyes. Her glossy pink sex and tight puckered hole were there, waiting for me, inviting me.

I kissed along the curve, nipping at the supple, round flesh of her ass to a low, stuttered groan.

“Please, Ren?”

I was many things, but weak in the face of a woman who wanted me was certainly exceptionally high on that list. Too high, as I gave in to the cloying want that’d haunted me from the moment I’d seen Vi in that coffee shop.

My hand wrapped around her hip, holding her firmly in place as my fangs pricked through her pale skin, the flavour of her blood exploding on my tongue like the finest spirits. Sharp and metallic, with a botanical flair that reminded me of her honeysuckle perfume.

In a word, divine.

I was terrified that now that I’d tasted her, my tongue still half-coated by her release, I’d never manage to stop. That I was irreversibly bound to this woman and her blood, the one that sang to the very monster lurking under my soul, and I’d never escape it.

Escapeher.

Escape my own too-quick-to-solidify emotions built on a foundation of unavoidable familiarity, like my body—my soul itself—knew this woman from a past life and was finally being reunited with its missing match.

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