Page 98 of Running from Drac
I drag my nose up her body, stopping only when I’m hovering above her, arms a bit shaky, my smile warming the longer I stare into her eyes.
My lips touch down onto hers, and I suck her bottom lip between my teeth, igniting even more of a spark between us.
“That’s one… ah… ah… ah,”
Her eyes roll back as my mouth trails back to her collarbone, that same spot inviting me in as my teeth rake over the sensitive piece of flesh all over again. “Two. I’ve given you two bites… ah… ah… ah…”
Only her and I know what this all means… the significance… the pure nostalgia.
“Eddie, please. Make me come.”
“But I’m not done counting.”
Her eyes darken as her nails dig into my shoulders, forcing me lower, the tip of my cock briefly brushing over her folds.
“Eddie, if you don’t start pleasing me with that beautiful cock of yours, I’m gonna—”
“Don’t worry, baby, by morning, you’ll be counting all the ways I make you come.”
Before she can protest, I’m gripping her thighs, dragging my tongue between her folds, slowly savoring her taste.
She gasps, thighs jerking around my head as they squeeze me between them.
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please don’t stop.”
I don’t.
I won’t… not when I can make her remember exactly what we’re fighting for.
I suck her clit into my mouth and flick my tongue against it until she’s writhing under me, nails digging into my shoulder blades. She cries out, trying to close her legs, but I hold them open, spreading her wide so I can continue my feast.
She’s soaked.
Hot and slick against my tongue, I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just right, searching for that sweet spot that makes her fall apart.
I find it without even trying.
She cries out my name, thighs clenching, back arching off the bed. Her orgasm hits hard and fast, and I keep licking through it, drawing it out, forcing another from her before she even has time to come down from the first.
By the time I pull back, her legs are shaking, lips swollen and glistening. I don’t give her a chance to recover. I flip her over, dragging her hips until she’s on her knees. She gasps when she feels my cock pressing against her entrance.
“As hard as you can,” she informs me. “I want you to have to carry me down that damn aisle tomorrow.”
Her naughty wish is my dark and dirty command.
That first thrust is punishing, hitting her back walls as I fill her with my girth. Her warmth encircles me, gripping me so tight I see stars. My fingers dig into her hips as I press her head down, forcing her moans into feathery pillows,
I slam into her over and over, the sound of our bodies colliding like broken echoes through the room.
It should feel perfect.
But it doesn’t.
Because every time she cries out in pleasure, every time she tells me she loves me, Pippa’s face flashes behind my eyelids.
My throat tightens.
Amber doesn’t know.
