Her pulse beat against my lips.
“Careful, Tora.”
“Am I not safe with you?”
“You’re not.” I whispered against her pulse, letting the sharp edge of my canine scrape the tender spot. “You are in absolute danger.”
“Who will save me?”
“No one.” I bit at the space under her pulse.
Not soft.
Not gentle.
Hard enough to make her cry out.
Hard enough that a tiny drop of blood stained my tongue. The copper tang filled my mouth, and I groaned into her skin, hips jerking forward against her thigh.
Her body bucked beneath me, a shiver racked her spine as pleasure and pain must have intermingled.
I lapped at the little beads of blood on her skin and bit again.
Her blood hit my tongue and the world tilted.
Oh fuck. I’m getting addicted to this.
Chapter seven
Empire Between Her Thighs
Kenji
Why did tasting her blood make me so crazy?
My cock jerked like she’d stroked me. Every nerve in my body lit up, white fire racing through my veins, leaving me trembling against her skin.
The copper tang wasn’t just taste.
It was power.
It slid into me like liquid electricity, flooding my chest, hardening my cock until it ached against her thigh.
One swallow, and I was drunk on her.
Two swallows, and I was feral.
Moaning, she clung to my shoulder and dug her fingers into my skin.
Her soft whimper echoed in my ears, the perfect soundtrack to my rampant desire. My senses were honed to every note, every hitch in her breath, every beat of her pulse as I savored her blood on my tongue.
It tormented me with the most exquisite taste.
It was a drug I could not resist, a temptation I would willingly drown in.
How did it come to this? How did she make me this crazy for her so fast?
I bit her skin again.
