Page 69 of Bite
I drink just enough to curb my hunger before licking the wound closed. Then I lift my head and crush my lips to hers, letting her taste her own blood on my tongue. She moans into my mouth as she desperately shoves at the waistband of her tights, pushing up on her knees.
I’m quick to assist, peeling them off with her panties and tossing them away. Then I reposition her over my lap, sliding two fingers into her slick heat while my thumb teases her clit in tight circles.
She cries out, back arching, nails digging into my neck as I pump my fingers in and out. She’s so wet it’s obscene, juices dripping down my hand and soaking into my slacks.
“James,” she gasps.
“Yes, little mortal?” I taunt, pulling my fingers free and sucking them clean, savoring the tang of her arousal.
She watches, transfixed. “I need… I need…” she pants, struggling to form words.
My lips curve into a smug grin. “So needy, aren’t you darling?” I tilt my head, eyes raking over her nude figure. “Another lesson in vampire ways: if you want something,take it.”
She stares back at me for a long moment, lips parted, pupils blown wide. Then her hands dip to my belt, fingers trembling as she fumbles with the buckle.
I let her flounder for a minute, enjoying the view. Then I take over, popping the button and shoving my slacks down just enough to free my cock. I’m so hard it hurts, the head flushed and leaking as she pushes up to her knees and notches the tip at her entrance.
If I was a better man, I’d remember she’s likely still sore. I’d let her go slow.
I’m not, and I don’t.
My hands bracket her hips, shoving her down in one smooth motion, impaling her to the hilt. She cries out as I groan in satisfaction, pleasure rippling through every inch of my body. Her inner walls clench and spasm around my girth, her delicate body fighting to adjust to the intrusion.
“You can take it,” I growl, rolling my hips.
Her head lolls back, hands gripping onto my shoulders. “Fuck,” she whimpers. “You’re so big.”
“And you love it, don’t you?” I grit out, pushing in even deeper. “You love taking every inch of my cock.”
“Yes,” she breathes as she starts riding me– tentative at first, then with growing confidence. She rolls her hips, grinding her clit against my pubic bone, chasing friction. I hold tight to her waist and guide her movements, forcing her down over me again and again.
Her hair comes loose, falling around her face in wild tangles. Sweat beads on her chest, streaking down between her tits.I can’t get enough– I want to drink from her, fuck her into oblivion, devour her whole.
Dragging her forward, I sink my fangs into her neck, her body seizing and then going slack as the venom takes hold. I pump her full of my cock as I feed, drinking her blood in greedy, indulgent pulls. She bucks and writhes in my lap, so close to the edge I can feel it in the way she tightens around me.
I retract my fangs just enough to get words out, growling a command against her skin.
“Come for me,mea dulcis.”
Her body responds instantly. She shatters, crying out as her tight cunt milks my cock in rhythmic, desperate pulses. The scent of her release is dizzying, pushing me past my own threshold. I explode inside her, hips jerking as I fill her up.
We stay locked together as we slowly come down from the high. Taylor’s body trembles in my arms, my mouth pressed to her neck, the taste of her still hot on my tongue as I seal the wound. Then she slumps against my chest, head coming to rest on my shoulder. I stroke her hair down her back, breathing in the scent of sweat and blood and sex.
“That was…” she begins, but words fail her.
I smile, sated and smug. “Yes, it was.”
The car continues to glide through the city, windows fogged, the world outside distant and irrelevant. Taylor rests against me, content and trusting. Completely unaware of the storm she’s awakened.
Her blood sings in my veins, a melody even more hypnotic thanNocturne– and beneath the sweetness, something ancient stirs.
Something that knows her name.
Chapter
Twenty-One
TAYLOR
