Page 42 of This Blood that Bonds Us
I didn’t want to stop. I’d never wanted him to stop. We just had to.
He’d been a safe place for so long, and I was ready for him to consume every part of me. I’d been ready.
“Don’t stop touching me.”
Aaron fell into me with a fevered kiss. Soft at first, then harder. I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist. His fangs entered my neck as his hips ground into me.
I gasped, and the ache between my thighs deepened.
I wanted to be everything he needed. Ineededto. The room was spinning, but I felt solid.
The dim light of the lamp illuminated his face as he licked his lips.
“You don’t need to be gentle with me,” I whispered.
His eyes ignited with a carnal thirst, then he pulled me toward him. Hard. With one pull, my bra was off and thrown tattered to the floor. With hot breath, he licked at the wound on my neck.
“You taste so good, Burns. You have no idea.”
He moved his thumb over my neck, then to my lips. My blood coated his fingers, and it was still warm when it fell on my own tongue.
“See.”
“I-I . . .”
Aaron had never looked at me like that. The ferocity of it stilled me, and I opened my mouth for him.
Warmth pooled in my gut as I licked my blood from his fingers. Our eyes stayed locked with each dizzying second. I wasn’t focused on the metallic taste, just the act of submitting to him.
“Fuck, I can’t handle this,” he said through gritted teeth.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know how I’m going to stop touching you. I don’t know how it’s ever going to be enough.”
I hung on his every word, savoring the yearning in his voice. It was just for me. Aaron Calem was all mine.
But he was still holding back, afraid I was the fragile girl I used to be.
Slowly and carefully, I traced the lines on his chest. I reached for his pajama pants strings, and he stopped me.
“Not yet. Let me feel you a little longer.”
I opened my mouth to protest.
“I can’t think straight when you’re touching me. And I need more time to make you feel good.”
It wasn’t up for debate. He kissed down my legs, that were already shaking from the need.
“Don’t you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
I couldn’t form sentences. The only thing coming from my lips were whispered utterances of his name.
“Here?” He sucked at the tender skin by my knee.
“Please—”
