Page 128 of Red Ruin

I’d ask which one, but brain OFF.

I snake my hips instead.

Vhex hisses, groans.

One hand rips through Remy’s sheets with glittering claws. The other lifts my tangled bra to his teeth.

“Bite. Fang.Need.” Back to single syllables, Vhex snaps at the fabric.

His fang pops through the bra cup as his cock goes full pendulum.

Knocking back and forth, back and forth, he stirs me in a desperate twitch.

“You can come,” I groan, hips stuttering from his pace.

Pleasecome.

I can’t do this anymore.

I hover on the edge with him.

Trembling. Quaking.

All I can see is pink mist, the whole world as fuzzy as my head and the wasps in my veins.

“Bite.Bite.” He tilts his chin, angling for my throat.

Yes.

That.

Vhex has what I need.

He can fix this.

His bite can fixme.

My pussy pulses to agree.

All the itchy heat melts to my center, except for one flaming pinprick that lingers at my throat.

“Venom,” I gasp, already lowering my neck.

His cock trembles.

I flutter back, totally in sync.

Anything Vhex wants.

Anything Vhex needs.

With numb fingers, I push aside my scattered hair. “Bite me. Vhex. Plea?—”

Shadows gag my lips.

A hand with long, eldritch fingers and onyx-tipped claws curls around my throat. “Absolutely not.”

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