Page 89 of Bitten By Desire
“Does the thought of me sucking on your neck turn you on?”
Yes.I’d been dreaming of it ever since he did it the first time. There was something wrong with me.
“Is that it? You wrapped me into one of your fantasies?” He grabbed my wrist and tugged, pulling me onto his lap.
I didn’t hesitate to straddle him. My heart started racing as I stared down at him in the moonlight. Was that what was happening? Was it all in my head?
“You like when pain is mixed with pleasure.” His fingers tightened on my hip. “I’m not a monster.” He leaned forward, tracing his lips against my neck. “But I can definitely give you what you like.”
God, yes.I remembered when he’d told me sex should feel like drowning. Until you’re touched just right. And suddenly you’re flying. I’d only ever felt that with him. I couldn’t compare him to anyone. I couldnever get over that night ten years ago. And I needed it again. I needed him again. I couldn’t even imagine pushing him away. I just needed to feel alive again.
His teeth lightly grazed my neck. “Is this what you dream about?” He kept one hand tight on my waist and slipped the other in my hair, tugging. “My lips on your neck and my hand in your hair? You like being completely exposed to me?”
I whimpered.
“And what happens next, Emma? In your wildest dreams?”
This felt like one of my dreams. He’d haunted me for years. Just like this. I grabbed his hand from my waist. His sweatshirt had ridden up my thighs. He looked down at his hand in mine as I pressed his fingers against the front of my panties.
“Are you always this wet for me in your dreams?” He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric.
I moaned and he pulled my hair harder, tilting my head back.
“You want me to bite you so hard that I draw blood?” He slowly traced my wetness with his finger as he sucked on my neck. Hard.
God.
“You want me to be desperate for the taste of you? So desperate I can’t control myself?”
“Mmm.” I grinded shamelessly against his hand. I needed him inside of me.
He kissed up the inside of my jaw. And then his hands fell from my pussy and my hair.
Why was he stopping? I tilted my gaze back down to his golden one. He’d barely touched me and I wasalready so close. Just like how I used to wake up from my dreams panting.
He put his hands on the top of my thighs. “Baby, I don’t need a taste.” He slid his hands higher. Stopping right where I needed him. “I’ve been addicted to you for ten fucking years.” He ripped my panties.
Holy shit.
“Unzip my pants,” he said calmy. Like he hadn’t just done the sexiest thing ever. And said everything I’d been dying to hear for ten years.
My fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans. His hands stayed splayed on my thighs as I pushed his pants down his hips.
“Now be a good girl, Emma.” His thumb lightly brushed across my clit before dropping to his length. He gave it a few slow strokes. “And put your pussy where it belongs.” He pressed his tip against my wetness. “On my cock.”
My body acted on its own accord. I slid down. I shivered and he groaned. I’d forgotten how cold his cock was. So fucking perfect.
His mouth fell to my neck again. “The dirty thoughts I’ve had about you over the years, Emma. Almost as dirty as yours.” He sucked on the side of my neck and groaned.
I buried my fingers in his hair, keeping him in place as I rode him. I wanted him to mark me again. I wanted him to own me. Just like he had in my dreams.
“I dreamed of you with your hands tied,” he whispered against my skin.
I slid up and down his shaft faster. Feeling every inch of him stretching me. Owning me.
He kissed where he’d been sucking. “A blindfold over your eyes. Completely at my mercy.”
I wanted to experience what it would feel like to be worshipped by him without my sight.
