Page 79 of Bite Marks

I helped her through the aftershocks with a hum, guiding her tired muscles until she lay on her side. My fingers left the tight space of her ass slowly, making her shudder at the loss of fullness as touches turned from stimulating to soothing.

Vi’s eyes were heavy with arousal as she watched me gently stroke her sides, squirming closer like she wanted to crawl inside my skin.

I knew the feeling. If I could, I’d consume her entirely.

“Your turn,” she hissed through clenched teeth, her breath coming in heavy pants even as she made no effort to move. “Now.”

My lips curled into a smile that bared my fangs as I took in her flushed cheeks and chest. My gorgeous little pet, well fucked and flustered, already thinking about what she could do to prolong the moment.

“I wasn’t aware you were the one giving orders,” I teased, the ease that I played her with painting my tone with smugness.

She licked her lips, meeting my gaze with her dark stare.

“Please, sir,” she whispered. “I want to make you feel good.”

The neediness in her tone went straight to my cunt, my neglected sex twitching in anticipation of the relief of release.

“Alright,” I agreed, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against her puffy, swollen lips. “Come here.”

Vi made to sit up, swaying back into my chest with a softoof.

It teased a smile to my face. I pinched her side playfully. “Cum drunk.”

“Shut up,” she huffed. “Just give me a second for my bones to become solid again and your ass is mine.”

I laughed, rolling us so that she was draped over me, her warm body better than any blanket I’d ever owned.

“It’s like you’re trying to ruin me for anyone else.”

“What can I say?” I muttered softly. “I’m competitive.”

She collected herself with a deep breath, wriggling backwards until she was nestled between my legs. Her hands found the hem of my shirt, and I helped her take it off me by sitting up a little, the fabric meeting the floor with a dull thud.

“Me too.” Vi’s eyes widened as she took in the art that covered my skin. I’d had several mortal lifetimes to accrue the images, travelling to be decorated by the best artists that the world had to offer.

“See something you like?” I asked with a smirk.

She laughed, nipping at my nipple through the spandex of my sports bra. “So cocky, and for what?”

Her fingers hooked under the band of the garment, using the leverage to pull it off. I raised my arms to help her along, grunting when the tight material freed my shoulders. It was flung carelessly from sight and mind, meeting its match on the floor.

Vi’s eyes studied the blend of shades and styles inked into my flesh. Though there were some less than traditional additions over the years, I’d mostly kept to traditional Japanese tattoos. Like the ones I grew up seeing on my uncles and brother.

“Holyfuck,” Vi breathed, her fingers reaching to brush against the twin dragons covering my throat, moving toward their twisted bodies on my upper chest, nestled among blue and gold ringed clouds, stars, and lotus blossoms.

The story continued over my sternum to the warrior on my stomach, drawing his sword against a beautiful demon clad in a kimono. Her fingers trailed the lines on the woman’s sleeve near my abs, lips parted in surprise as my muscles danced with the light tickle of her touch.

“You should see my back,” I said, eyebrow raising.

She bent, her lips trailing my jaw, pausing to suck and nibble at the soft spot near my ear.

I moaned, grabbing her ass. “Quit teasing…”

She wriggled over my lap, and the friction from the seam of my trousers was almost enough to push me over the edge, the sweet moans and whimpers she’d gifted me with more than enough to bring me to the precipice.

I’d always gotten more from my partner’s pleasure anyway. It was just so…gratifying. The feeling of knowing you’d given them your everything.

Vi kissed down my neck, nipping at the column of my throat. The dragons flexed as she tweaked my nipples with her fingers, dragging a gasp from deep in my chest as the warm digits circled the tight peaks in a tease.

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