Page 76 of The Biting Bargain

But maybe I've missed something else, too. Something I didn't even know I was lacking.

I look down at Polly, her green eyes catching mine, and I sink down and press my lips to hers again. She surrenders with a low hum as I invade her mouth with my tongue. I pull her closer, and she melts against me like she belongs there.

I have to let her go.

I have to.

Damn, why can’t I let her go?

Our kiss grows frantic, hungry, deep, and she mewls when I pull up her shirt, push aside her polka dot bra to find her perfect tits, lap at her hardened nipples and relish in the sweet gasp she gives at my touch.

I pull her on my lap and she clings to me, fisting my collar, our mouths fused, sucking in each other’s breaths like our lives depend on it. Like we would drown if we couldn’t get closer. And fuck, I need her, badly, and right here and right now.

She undoes my zipper, I pull up her skirt, push her panties aside and plunge a finger into her. She’s wet and my wolf growls faintly.

It’s like we’re running out of time and we both know it.

"Fuck me," she whispers into my mouth and I guide her entrance to the tip of my cock.

I swear my brain melts when she glides down on me, an almost inaudible "Holy crap" whispered into my ear, before I grant her her wish and fuck her, cling to her ass and pump her up and down my hard length. And she rides me like it’s the end of the world, takes me deeper with each thrust, her sweet mouth on mine refusing to let me go.

What kind of strange feeling is this?

From the start, I tried to dominate her, pummel her into submission. But when I’m with her like this, my urge to break her melts into something else. Something soft and warm. But still dangerous and volatile.

Something that is beyond my control.

I have to let her go.

But I can’t.

When she comes, it’s like a shuddering wave rippling through her body, and she clings to me as she falls apart, pulling me along with her.

ChapterThirty-Four

Polly

I blinkmyself awake and find myself cuddled against Vincent. We are completely naked, because the last few days we have done almost nothing but fuck, interrupted only by various exhausted naps or meal breaks on my part.

Now we are wrapped in his expensive sheets like in a warm cocoon. His arm is draped around me, my head rests on his not uncomfortable biceps, and his sleeping face is right in front of mine. His sharp features look softer in the twilight of Vincent's bedroom. His eyes are closed, his breathing steady, his lips slightly parted.

He looks so peaceful that my breath catches in my throat. And something in my chest clenches almost painfully.

I mean, this is just sex, right?

It's like a fire that keeps flaring up. Every time one of us is exhausted, the other one rekindles things with a kiss, a touch, a whispered dirty promise. And next thing I know, I moan his name once more while he comes inside me, clawing my neck, muttering a string of curses and praises at once.

"What are you doing to me?" he whispered one time, shortly before we both drifted off to sleep. And I was unable to give him an answer. And every time I swam back from my slumber, he was still there, gently kissing the base of my throat, and I melted into his touch.

And now I lie here, stripped and exhausted and spent, and this tender ache in my heart that means I care far too much for him just makes it clear I’m truly fucked.

I snuggle deeper into his warmth with a thick knot tightening in my throat.

I could stay like this forever for all I care. Sleep, then fuck, then fall asleep again. A never-ending circle of fucking and takeout and cuddling and orgasms and sinking back into blissful nothingness. Enjoy the perks of our agreement just a little longer.

But I know I'm just running from the inevitable. Reality will kick down my door soon enough.

I brush along my neck with my fingertips. Along the spot where his bite marks are tingling against my skin with a slight burn.

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