Page 56 of Bound in Blood

But you made me forget. Why?

Because it was easier for me.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and groan, succumbing to the ecstasy that washes over me, threatening to pull me under. I have so many more questions, but I can’t think about anything except his mouth on me. And then his free hand dips inside my boxers, and I lose all sense of rational thought. He cups my balls and squeezes hard enough that electric heat sears the base of my spine.

“Oh, fuck!” I groan.

His hand slides to the base of my shaft, and he glides it up and down, working me slowly and firmly while he feeds on meuntil I’m fucking whimpering with desperation. But I don’t give a single fuck. I would drop to my knees and beg him for a taste of what he’s offering right now. Our bond is already firmly back in place, so I know for certain this is no longer about that. It’s about me and him. It’s him choosing me. A sob ricochets through my chest. He stops feeding and looks into my eyes. Then he presses his forehead against mine. “I chose you the moment I saw you, Xavier. And I willalwayschoose you.”

He swipes the pad of his thumb over the head of my cock, smearing me with my own precum, and my entire body trembles. “So unusually quiet this morning, pup.” He licks my blood from his lips and flashes me a wicked grin.

I open my mouth, but when he grinds his hard length against me, I bite down on my lip so hard I draw blood. “I want to taste you.”

“You just did,” he taunts.

“I mean?—”

“I know what you mean.” He takes a step back and pulls down his boxers to reveal his thick length, the slit weeping with precum. I’m pretty sure I’m drooling. “So what are you waiting for?”

I sink to my knees with his hand still on the back of my neck. Gliding my palms up his powerful thighs, I flick my tongue over his crown, causing a moan to pour out of him, and it’s one of the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard in my life. His thick fingers thread through my hair, and he holds me still while he drives his cock into my open, waiting mouth. Saliva collects on my tongue and drips down my chin and onto my chest. When I glance up at him, he’s watching me with a look of such pure devotion on his face that only makes me want to please him more. In this moment, nothing matters but the two of us.

“That is my good boy. Open your throat nice and wide for me.”

Sweet motherfucker. I have no idea how to do that, but I allow him to sink deeper, straight past my gag reflex and deep into my throat until I’m choking on his length and tears are rolling down my cheeks. But I grab onto the backs of his thighs and pull him closer, wanting more of him. Wanting everything he can give me. And he gives me all of it. The grunts and groans I wring from his perfect body have my own cock aching with the need for release.

Before I can bring him to climax, he pulls my head back and stares down at me, his chest heaving. He rubs his thumb across my chin, wiping away the saliva still dripping from my lips. “Such a mess you have made, Xavier.”

I flash him a smirk. “I haven’t finished yet.”

He arches one eyebrow. “Neither have I.”

I swallow the nervous anticipation lodged in my throat.

“Stand up and turn around.” His voice is deeper than usual. Feral. Animalistic. Goosebumps break out across my entire body.

I do as he asks and face the wall. Before I can take a breath, he’s taken off my jeans and boxers, and his hard chest is pressed against my back, sandwiching me between his hot body and the cool wall. He runs his nose up the back of my neck, inhaling deeply. His cock twitches against my ass. “I have waited so very long for this.”

His growl has me desperate and panting. “So have I.”

He kisses the spot right under my ear. It’s soft and gentle and so at odds with the way he just fucked my throat. So at odds with the man he is. “I know you have, pup.” His hand slides to the front of my throat, and he tips my head back. “I am desperate to fuck you.”

I hiss out a breath. “Then do it.”

He laughs, and his breath on my hot skin makes me shiver. “It is a good thing you made such a sloppy mess of my cock.”

“I don’t care. I don’t need lube.”

His dark laugh rings in my ear. “You would take me any way you could get me, would you not?”

“Yeah,” I grit out. Desperate to feel him inside me, I grind myself on him, and he growls. It’s full of warning and a promise of what’s to come, and it does nothing to sate this burning need inside me. Instead, it only stokes my desire further. “Please?”

“So sweet to hear you beg, Xavier. But it is beneath you.” He tips my head back farther and licks a path from the base of my neck to my jawline before he bites me again.

Relief and euphoria hurtle through me again. My nails scrape down the walls, taking off chunks of paint as I moan and writhe against him. He kicks at my ankles, spreading my legs wider apart before he presses the crown of his cock at my ass. I inhale a deep breath, preparing for the burning pleasure of him finally taking me. And when he sinks his thick cock inside me, my eyes roll so far back in my head that white spots flicker in my vision. He sucks on my neck and fucks me against the wall, relentless and ruthless, and it is everything I’ve ever wanted from him.

I press my forehead to the cool plaster as I gasp for breath, reveling in the dominance of his body over mine. Willingly accepting every inch of him, every single part of him while he sucks my neck and fucks my ass like he might never stop. I wouldn’t care if he drank me dry. It would be worth it for this moment. For this part of him.

When my head is spinning violently and my whole body is shuddering with my impending climax, he slows his thrusts, and his greedy feasting of my blood becomes a gentle suckling, which makes a whole different kind of ecstasy flow through me. I drop my head back against his shoulder, and he bands both his arms around me, locking me in his embrace. Yeah, I could die right here and it would be worth it.

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