Chapter Twenty-Three
Ava
Iwondered ifit was possible to die from pleasure.
Ewan Macgrath surrounded me. There was no escaping him. His lips fastened to my neck, followed by the tantalizing scrape of his fangs, but he didn’t pierce my skin. His hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs circled my nipples, making them ache.
I wanted to touch him, to run my hands over the smooth skin on his shoulders and back and to feel the contrast of his hot flesh with the hair on his chest.
His mouth touched my collarbone and he traced a path across it with the tip of his tongue. I shuddered and curved my hands around the base of his skull.
His head moved lower and my nipples tightened even more as his lips closed around one.
The sensation of his hot, wet mouth on my breast was indescribable. I arched into him as the caress became nearly too much, but he wouldn’t release me.
His tongue flicked the tip of my breast before he suckled harder and the points of his fangs poked my skin.
The faint bite of pain only intensified the pleasure. Gasping, I tried to pull his head away. He released my breast but immediately moved to the other, laving my nipple with his tongue.
My nails dug into his shoulders and I squirmed wildly beneath him as his tongue and teeth were put to deliciously tortuous use. He planted a knee between my thighs, the coarse hair on his leg rubbing against my sensitive flesh.
I was wet and aching between my legs, ready for his touch there. I needed relief from this sudden, wicked arousal.
I took his hand and lifted it to my mouth, sliding his middle finger between my lips. I licked a path from base to tip before tightening my lips around it and sucking. His fangs pricked my breast just enough to break the skin.
Reflexively, I bit down on his finger and he growled. Macgrath lifted his head and his green-gold eyes were glowing so brightly I could barely stand to meet them. Then his gaze dropped to my chest and he watched as a small droplet of blood welled in the wound. As it trickled slowly over the slope of my breast, he leaned down and opened his mouth.
It shouldn’t have been sexy, watching a man lick my blood from my skin, but as I watched the tip of his tongue swirl over the pinprick of broken skin, I had to admit that it was. He was tasting my very life. I released his finger from between my lips and moaned against his palm.
Macgrath growled again and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of my blood.
Suddenly overwhelmed, I sank my teeth into the base of his thumb and his eyes flew open once again.
“Be careful, little witch. I might bite you in return.”
I grinned at him, my teeth closing over the spot again before I sucked his thumb into my mouth and swirled my tongue over the tip, just as I would with his dick.
“You want to tease me, huh?” he asked, his tone dark and dangerous. “Bite me and urge me on until I fuck you so hard that you ache for hours afterward.”
I merely stared directly into his eyes and purposefully lifted a hand to my neck, giving him an answer with my body rather than my voice.
As I intended, he watched as my finger skimmed over my throat and chest, dancing over my nipples. I cupped my breast in one hand and pinched the tip lightly between my thumb and forefinger.
His gaze heated even more as I lowered my hand, sliding my palm across my abdomen and down to my center.
I slipped a finger over my clit, sucking in a breath as my own touch skated over the sensitive area. I never took my eyes from his face as I pressed one finger, then two, inside my own body.
A noise ripped from his throat, part growl and part groan, before he lunged for me. Macgrath shoved my thighs apart, lowering his shoulders between them, and he watched as I thrust two fingers in and out of my pussy.
He stopped me a moment later, slipping my fingers free from my body and sucking them into his mouth.
With a low growl, he yanked my body further down the bed in order to press my clit against his waiting mouth.
I stiffened as his lips wrapped around the sensitive flesh and suckled. Then his tongue flicked me hard and I saw stars.
I grabbed his head, holding on for the ride as he licked and sucked at my clit. One long finger moved into my body, followed by another, and the muscles in my thighs tensed.
I rocked against his mouth, my breath short and choppy as he rapidly drove me toward an orgasm that promised to tear me in two.
