I dip my lips to his neck but stop at the last second, lift my head, and look into his eyes. “Maybe it would be better for me to do it here.” I graze my fingers over his shoulder. “Or here.” I touch the crook of his elbow. “Or here.” I kneel upright and gesture to the inside of his thigh.
Quinn catches hold of my hand and presses my fingers to his neck. “Here.”
“You want people to see?”
“Yes.” He shivers. From the way his pupils contract, I’m certain the thought of having a visible, lasting mark is turning him on.
I lie so I’m half beside him, half draped over his chest. I kiss him tenderly. Short pecks that slowly become more intense. I use my tongue to play with his. I nip his lip between my teeth and tug until he hisses. Then I trail kisses over his jaw and neck to the spot he asked me to mark.
I shape my lips into an O and press them against his neck, sucking gently to create a seal over his skin. He runs his fingers through my hair and tips his head back, pushing it against the pillow. I suck hard enough to make him gasp and then moan. Then harder. His moan turns into a pretty yelp. I reduce the suction.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers. “If it’s too much, I’ll safeword. I like pain.”
I know he does, but I haven’t begun to learn his limits in that area.
I apply more pressure again until he releases the same beautiful cry. At that moment, I swipe my hand over his groin to feel his hard erection. Satisfied the pain is turning him on, I keep sucking his neck. He switches between moaning and releasing cries of pain-induced pleasure. I’ve never heard a sexier sound in my life. I haven’t given anyone a love bite since I was a teenager. It was one of those things that seemed cool at the time and then lost its appeal as I got older. But as I hear and feel the way he’s reacting to the pressure of my lips, I’m more turned on than I could have imagined.
Knowing I’ve done enough to break the capillaries and cause a bruise, I slowly dial down the suction until I’m pressing soft kisses on his neck. There’s no bruise yet, but there will be soon.
I settle beside him and stroke his hair away from his eyes. “Nice?”
“Very.” His voice is slightly slurred, and his eyelashes are quivering like a hummingbird’s wings. “Thank you.”
Slowly, clumsily, he raises his hand to his neck and runs his finger over his damp and tender skin. It’s faintly discoloured now. A soft flush of red beneath the pale tone of his flesh.
He flops his hand onto his chest. “Thank you.”
“You’ve said that already.”
“Shows you how much I mean it.” His words are clearer now, the slurring less obvious. “Stefan.”
“Yes?”
“You make a good vampire.”
He cracks up laughing. It’s an infectious sound, one that’s impossible to resist. I laugh along with him. His laughter slips into quiet giggling and then a happy sigh. He stays quiet for a few minutes. When he speaks again, his voice is strong and clear.
“I’m looking forward to Sunday.”
“Are you going to have got enough work done by then?”
“Yes. At least, I hope so. Rubin convinced me to tell the publisher I needed a bit more time.”
“And?”
“They can give me an extra week.” Quinn grimaces. “I hope it’s enough. I hate letting people down.”
I stroke my hand over his. “I’m sure you won’t.”
“I hope not.” He touches his neck again. “How does it look?”
His skin is looking angrier as the red deepens and flourishes into an almond-shaped mark.
“Like someone’s given you a hickey.”
His mouth curls into a satisfied smile. “Have you thought about what will happen in our play session on Sunday?”
Is he asking me how I’m going to cause him pain or how I’m going to edge him? I’m not sure which he finds most thrilling and erotic. Hopefully, I’ll find out.
