Page 51 of Bite of Passage
The slick surface remained impermeable.
“Damn it!”She slapped the mirror.
Thank fuck.
Two more slaps on the mirror did nothing.She whirled, hands on hips.“Now what?Do we get Serish and force him to open it?I think he can, the twisty old crank.”
Skarde needed time—a few minutes—to get his head right.Then he could handle her in close proximity without biting.Her lips captivated him when they compressed.He wanted to carve Cade’s lips right off his face for touching hers.
Hoarsely he asked, “What happened with Cade?Let’s start with how you ended up kissing him.”
Maybe not the smartest topic to get his head off his blood lust.
“That’s not the most pressing issue at the moment.”She waved at the mirror.
“You and Cade.”
“It was…not like you.Different.”
In a flash he stood close to her.He slid his hand up her back, feeling the delicate curve of her spine.As he pulled her close, her breasts pressed into his chest.A small moan fell out of her.
The dizziness returned.Head tight.No biting.Kiss only.
“Don’t do this, Skarde,” she whispered.“I’m trying to leave.I want to protect both of us.”
“Let me worry about myself.”He touched the length of her brown hair, running his callused fingers down the softer than silk locks against her shoulder.
“Who’s going to protect me?”
“I will.”He tilted her chin up and put his lips to hers.One taste of her mouth wasn’t enough.He repeatedly took from her.Over and over.At first, he went slow, keeping his mind in firm control over his need.He wanted her to explore him.
Whoa.
This was no tentative exploration from her.Her hands clawed his back as her mouth aggressively met his, challenging him and giving back in kind.He moved his hand all the way up the back of her neck to thread his fingers into her hair against the back of her head, angling her head so when her lips parted they worked in unison.
This woman.The feel of her.Her taste.
He demanded control over the kiss.His grip on her tightened.
Without removing his lips from hers, he lowered his hands to her hips, lifted her, and placed her on the side table.He parted her legs and slid between them.
With the fabric of his pants and her underwear between them, he pressed into her to let her feel the girth of his cock between her thighs.
“Oh…wow,” she said, gripping his shoulders.Her dilated, glazed eyes met his.
“I want to see you come more than anything.Ride me.Show me how much you want it.”
She angled her pelvis and did short rotations, holding onto him for balance.“Like this?”she asked.
“Yes.Exactly like that.”
He caught her mouth and resumed kissing her as her pace picked up.Her eyelids remained shut, her hands digging into his upper arms.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, helping her a bit with pressure and pace, even though every small movement of hers was pure torture for him.
She pulled her mouth off his to bite her lower lip.The strain on her neck was sexy as hell.Her nails bit into his skin as she cried out and stiffened.Her ankles tucked in tight to his back to increase the pressure as she leaned back.He leaned in and kissed her neck.
No biting.
