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Her teeth dig into my shoulder. Heat jolts inside me, and I drag my fingersthrough her hair, groaning from the sudden rush of pleasure.
“How do you feel?” I say, admiring my blood on her mouth.
She licks it from her bottom lip, and the smell of her arousal grows. My girl is turned on by the taste of blood.My blood.
“Hot. All over.”
“That’s how I feel.” The heat in my body is growing. The itch spreads from my shoulder down my spine. The bonding process has started.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Olivia
“Parker, touch me.” The words come out in a panic as the warmth spreads through my blood with each pump of my heart. He’s on top of me before I can blink, running his hands over my body.
I scratch at the mark, and it’s burning and itching out of control.
“It’s so hot.” I dig my fingernails into the skin of my neck, and Parker grabs my wrist.
He peppers kisses over my neck, then licks me, and it’s like ice on my inflamed skin. “I’ll fix it.”
It’s the only thing that soothes the burning ache covering me from head to toe.
“Please.” I don’t know what I’m pleading for, for more of his touch? More of the coolness on my hot skin? Or for him to get inside me, to lose himself completely in this sensation that’s growing out of control.
“It’sokay.” His chest heaves with each breath, like he’s struggling to hold back, but his touch is barely there, a cooling caress with his cheek against mine. “I’m going to need you to focus on me, baby. Don’t focus on anything else.”
That’s increasingly hard to do when wave after wave of heat rolls through me. I look at my hands, thinking surely there is evidence of burning or welts. But there’s nothing. I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror in the corner of the loft, me, starry-eyed with flushed cheeks while Parker kisses me lower and lower. Mystomach. My inner thigh. The gash on his chest is nearly healed, but the dried blood is a mess covering his muscles.
“Focus,” he demands before kissing below my stomach, and my hips buck into him. Everywhere his lips meet my skin, the coolness of it jolts throughout my entire body. I grasp for him, digging my fingers into his shoulders, and a moan escapes my lips.
This is more intense than the potion.
I’m shaking from the euphoria of his touch. Everything is amplified. He needs to touch me more, to never stop. It’s agony not to have him inside me.
He tears into the sheets, holding my hips and pinning me as he takes me with his mouth. The euphoria of it hits me so fast I might pass out. My head throbs with each pulsing beat, but Parker’s fingers digging into my hips ground me. Then it’s impossible to think ofanythingother than what his tongue is doing. He’s devouring me. With a firm grip on my thighs, he holds me despite my squirming. The pleasure is so intense. Every stroke of his tongue has me gasping. I don’t think pleasure exists like this outside of magic.
I groan when his teeth enter my thigh. I’m already on the edge, and him drinking is enough for me to spill over. The release floods my senses like ice water. I thrash, but he holds me, placing his mouth at my center, anchoring me.
There’s brief relief from the heat, and I look into his darkened eyes, blood dripping from his chin as he licks my thigh to heal it.
As soon as it’s over, my body flushes with heat again, and I need it to end.
“It’s so much,” I say, breathless. “I’m still hot.”
He kisses me, and his lips taste of me. “I know. But focus, baby. It’s almost done.”
His lips meet my chest with cool, thoughtful kisses, then his tongue runs over my nipples. It’s like ice. Any added pleasure is an overload. So good it almost hurts.
He spins me, pinning my hips to the bed. When he releases me for a second to adjust, my skin itches.
“Parker, please.” I reach for him.
Then his hands are on my hips and running up my back. “Relax, baby. I got it.”
He slides into me, and we gasp at the sudden jolt. It’s the magic. The bond is solidifying with each thrust of his hips. I bury my face into the blankets, thesounds he’s driving from me getting louder. The bond is merging us. Tearing out the old Olivia to make room for the new, and I’m ready for it. To be the other half of a whole.
“You’re doing so good.” Parker calms me. “Take a little more of me. Just a little more.”
