Page 65 of A Clash of Embers

"C'mon, Clara. You know there are no secrets you can keep from me. Like right now. You want me to fuck you against this tree." He pressed a kiss into my neck and I couldn't help rolling my eyes. "And you want me to bite you, but just a little." He smirked into my skin and chills spread across it.

I sighed because he was right. It was what I wanted. As bad as it was, I wanted him. Right now.

He pushed my sleep dress up my thighs, bunching it around my hips and exposing my lace underwear. His left hand held me still against the tree as his other hand slid across the wetness I couldn't hide. My head pulled back again, and this time I felt the tip of his sharp fangs linger across my skin.

Let's see if you still know how to be quiet.

Then he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the most sensitive part of me, moving in circles. My entire body was open for him because I'd honestly let him do anything to me and I think he knew that. He would worship the ground I walked on if I’d let him and I certainly would let him worship me against this tree.

This will only hurt for a second.

Then he pushed his fingers inside of me and I called out his name. But just as quickly as the burning feeling in my stomach started, a sharp pain shot down the side of my neck. He was biting me. And sucking. Just as quickly as the pain started, pleasure overtook it.

It waseuphoric, just as he said it would be. Gripping my body close to him, he was grunting and I was moaning. It was ethereal.

"Now. I need you, Ev." I said between breaths. He pulled his teeth out of me and straightened his gaze on me with a burning sear. A feeling of pure seduction set into me from him.

"Say it again," he whispered.

I smiled softly, "I need you, Ev. You."

His mouth overtook mine and this kiss was not sweet. It was not soft. It was starved. Starved for me. Starved for everything we were.

I could taste my blood on his tongue. It was sweet with a hint of vanilla.

He was groaning into my mouth as his tongue tortured me. His hands pulled my lace underwear apart, ripping it.

I heard the zipper of his pants then I felt the tip of his length at my entrance. He paused our kisses and whispered, "Are you sure?"

I nodded, pulling my hands into the back of his midnight-black hair and pushing his mouth against mine, nodding as I did.

With a thrust, he was inside of me and I was overcome with every feeling imaginable. The want. The need for him. His mouth moved back to the spot he sunk his teeth into before and he did it again. This time, the pain didn't exist. Only pure bliss.

Slow, languid thrusts along with the drag of my blood being taken caused me to moan his name loudly, again. When I did this, his other hand covered my mouth and I smirked into it.

I did something I didn't think I'd ever do and I bit his hand. When I did, he stopped his movement. He pulled back his teeth again and he growled at me. He quickly moved me off of the tree and placed my back on the cold ground. He positioned my legs around him once again and stripped off the shirt that once clung to his body. Now I had the full display of every muscle, ab, and flex of his hips.

When he pushed back inside of me, he gripped my neck with his hand forcing me to look at him. He was slow but he hit every deep and sensitive part of me, and every time he did, I said his name. Every. Single. Time.

He laid over me pressing his chest into me as he moved his hand to grip my thigh, lifting it up for a deeper angle. When hedid, my head turned, giving him access to my new favorite thing. Him. Biting me.

He laughed softly and obliged me as he sunk his teeth again.

Say my name again.

Eros.

No. Say my name.

Ev. Please make me come. I missed you.

I've missed you so damn much, Clara.

He moved his face away from my neck and gripped my face in his hand.

"You're my mate." He thrust deep and slow in between every word that followed. "Every damn day I have missed you. I have craved you. And now that I've had you. I'll never let you go."

I smirked.

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