Page 33 of Fanged Temptation

When I finally broke away, still clinging to her with trembling fingers, I saw the mirrored surprise and desire in her gaze. The silence that followed was stark, thrumming with tension, an unspoken understanding that we were crossing a boundary.

There was a split second where we simply stared at each other, breathing hard, lips parted, hearts pounding in tandem.

Then we came together again, mouths meeting with a desperate urgency that made me dizzy. My free hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against me, and her fingers twisted into my hair.

All thoughts of caution melted away as I lost myself in her – her warmth, her scent, the soft sound she made against my lips. All that mattered was the heat coursing between us and the certainty that, at least in this instant, we belonged here together.

We toppled sideways, down onto her bed, pulling apart for just a moment as Leah rolled onto her back on the creaking mattress. She propped herself up on her elbows, heavy-lidded eyes locked on mine as I yanked my dress up and straddled her.

She raised a brow, cocking her head to the side. “Why are you wet?”

“What –Is it not obvious!” I sat back, gesturing wildly to the both of us.

“Not that kind of wet.” She rolled her eyes, tugging at the sopping hem of my dress. “Did you fall in the harbor or something?”

“Oh. No, I – never mind that now!” I kissed her again, knocking the breath from her lungs. She exhaled a laugh against my lips, fingers fluttering on my jaw, teeth grazing my bottom lip.

Her laugh morphed into a groan that rumbled in her throat when my mouth migrated to her neck. I ran my lips over her fluttering pulse, fangs lightly pricking at her skin when I sucked a bruise there.

It was risky, nuzzling her neck like that. Her blood sang to me, rushing in her veins, and I battled the overpowering instinct tobite. My senses told me she would be sweet, better than any drop of blood I’d ever tasted. The thought sent molten arousal radiating down my torso, up my thighs, all of it culminating in that aching spot between my legs.

If Leah noticed the prick of unusually sharp teeth she didn’t comment; she bunched her fingers in my hair and held me in place, releasing a rattling moan punctuated with stuttered breaths as my tongue traveled down her throat.

Her hands migrated down my shoulders, my waist, around the narrow arc of my hips. A low, helpless moan escaped my throat when she cupped my ass and ground against me, bucking her hips while her lips brushed my ear, my cheek, capturing my mouth again.

My pulse thrummed between my thighs and I kissed her in kind, biting and sucking and sliding my tongue against hers.

“This is–” Leah’s voice was a hoarse whisper, her words guttering out between kisses. “This is–fuck. Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

The most probable answer was that we were both emotionally constipated and thus should not have been rutting like animals without being honest with each other first. But every nerve in my body was set alight by her touch and reason and logic was well out the window by then.

“I’m still a little shocked we’re doing itnow,” I murmured, seaming our bodies together and peppering small kisses along her jawline.

Leah twitched beneath me, then stilled, eyes flicking up to the ceiling. “Maybe we shouldn’t–”

Her preposterous suggestion ended in a strangled gasp when my hand slipped under her dress.

Her jaw jutted out and her back arched beneath me as my fingers slid down her stomach, stroking along the fabric of her underwear. I dragged my tongue down the cleft in her collar, then pulled back to tilt my head to the side. “You were saying…?”

Leah huffed out a nervous laugh, almost panting under my touch. “I’ll shut up now.”

“Excellent.” And with that, I lifted the hem of her dress, bunching the skirt at her waist and shuffling down between her legs.

A low, whimpering moan followed her exhale – and her hands snaked down to fist in my hair when I gripped her hips, yanked her underwear to the side, and swept my tongue up her core.

Leah writhed, and I gripped her quivering thighs to keep them from clamping shut, working her with my mouth, my tongue.

She thrust her hips up to meet me, rocking in time with the strokes of my tongue, gasping when my fingers followed suit.The sounds that came out of her were animalistic, crackling gasps that stoked the fire in my belly.

I curled two fingers inside her, circling her clit with the barest tip of my tongue, licking and nipping and teasing her into a tangled mess.

“Oh mygod.” Leah hitched herself up on one elbow, her free hand still fisted in my hair. I glanced up and met her eyes, heavy-lidded and gleaming, glazing over as she dropped her head back and moaned. Loud enough to carry across the water and let the whole harbor know what we were up to.

When her legs began to shake under my grip, her climax approaching like a tidal wave, I pulled back, earning a dismayed whine from Leah. I cut her off with a kiss, straddling her thigh and hiking her other leg up, bending it at the knee, splaying her out beneath me.

My fingers stroked her slicked entrance before delving back in, my tongue probing between her lips and along her teeth as I picked up the pace. Faster, harder, punishing as I added a third digit. All the while my thumb circled her clit, and her breath mingled with mine, and stars swam behind my eyes as I ground against her.

The mattress creaked and the floorboards groaned and the boat itself rocked in the water as I thrust my fingers into her, savoring every sweet, scandalous sound that came out of her mouth. I brought my lips to her throat once again, sucking blood to the surface without breaking skin as she clenched around my fingers and reached her climax with a voluminous “Fuck!”

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