Page 141 of Prodigal Son

“I guess…”

Her nails sliced a crimson line down the side of her narrow throat. “Now, Dane.”

Unsure what to do, he fastened his mouth over the cut and she sighed.

“You have to suck a little.”

Warmth coated his tongue, but he didn’t taste anything metallic or repugnant. It hit his stomach like something sweet and equally savory, like warm, homemade pie. He moved closer, angling his head to pull harder and she softly gasped, her fingers digging into his sleeve.

His body throbbed with awareness and the pain in his leg subsided. A new ache took form and he wanted her hands lower. He eased her onto the hay-covered ground, and she tipped her head back, her knees opening so he could easily lay over her.

Sharp nails scratched down his back as her gasps filled the air. “That’s it, Dane.”

He wanted more. He had the urge to bite her and rip her dress off. His hands rode up her hip and found her breast and he squeezed. His body rocked into hers. His muscles were on fire and his nerves were responding to every little pleasure. Then he had the sudden urge to come.

Jerking back, he dragged his arm over his mouth, shocked by the ravenous greed tunneling through his veins.

“You forgot to lick it shut,” she rasped.

He frowned, afraid if he touched her again he might embarrass himself. But also afraid he might never have the chance to touch her this freely again.

No longer bothered by the idea of tasting her blood, he leaned over her and licked the slice on her neck. Was it just hers or all blood? “Whoa.” The scratch healed before he sat up.

She smiled, her face framed by a tousled mess of curls. Her pupils elongated like slits. “You know, we don’t have to stop.” She bit her full lip, and his dick twitched.

He crushed his mouth to hers, tasting equal inexperience in kisses. She tugged at his clothing and he tugged at hers. Her breasts were warm as they filled his palms perfectly. His hand drifted under her skirt and closed over hot cotton.

“Take them off,” she panted, shifting her skirts higher.

He fumbled with the ties, so she brushed his hand out of the way, quickly undoing the strings. She lifted her body and shifted out of her underclothes, then pulled him back to her.

“Now yours.” Her hand loosened his shirt and tugged his pants down. The moment his flesh touched hers, he feared he’d explode.

Aligning their bodies, he found her slick heat and shoved forward. She gasped and gripped his shoulders as he drew back and thrust again. Her body clenched around his throbbing cock and his eyes shut as he quivered. His head dropped to her shoulder and he caught his breath, praying he could last a little longer.

Her hand softly closed over his head. “Are you okay?”

He was better than okay. Panting, he rasped, “You feel incredible.”

She pressed a kiss to his ear and whispered, “Do you know what would feel even better?”

He lifted his head and looked down at her. She smiled and dragged a sharp nail over her breast. Blood pulled on her ivory flesh and Dane stared in awe. “Oh, my God.”

She blushed. “Drink it. I like when you do.”

His mouth closed over her soft flesh and he lost control. Lifting her body closer, he dragged her over him as he rose onto his knees. His mouth pulled, swallowing down her blood as she moved over him, riding him, taking him into her heat, again and again.

He felt like a God. He felt like a man. He felt like an immortal. Until he was ready to come, then he felt like an idiot.

“Shit.” He cursed, pulling her off of him before he finished. He cupped his length in his hands and threw his head back and moaned. Embarrassed, he shut his eyes. “Sorry.”

When he looked through his lashes, she was watching him in awe. “I didn’t know that would happen.”

He frowned, his fingers wet with his release and his ego rapidly shrinking. “Well, yeah. That’s how it works.”

“Now, I’m embarrassed,” she admitted. “If I’d been experienced I might have known your body would react that way.”

“Don’t be.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his clean hand. “That was my first time too.”

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