He laves my stomach with his tongue, sighing in contentment. "I've missed this," he confesses. "Missed you desperately while you were gone."
"I know," I swallow down the emotion threatening to ruin the fun. "I missed you, too."
"I don't think you do know," his voice takes a wicked edge. "You left me alone in our fucking hotel room after promising that you were mine. Did you think there wouldn't be consequences?"
This isn't the first time we've been through this, and I'm sure it won't be the last. I know that what I did was horribly cruel. I've said I'm sorry a million times, but the truth is, we both know I'm not. What I did saved those people, and I'll deal with whatever retribution he thinks is fair.
"Eamon," I tug on his hair, pulling him up to kiss his soft lips. "No matter how far I went, Iwasalways yours. Even if I'd died in there or you'd never caught up to us, I would have been yours forever."
"Forever, huh?"
"Forever."
He growls his approval, planting his lips roughly on mine, his tongue stroking mine, dancing and pinning until I pull away, needing to breathe. He takes the opening to work his deft mouth back down my neck, licking and sucking little spots along the heated skin. His teeth graze my flesh, feeling far sharper than I'm used to.
When they sink into the conjunction of my neck and shoulder, I can't stop the scream that spills out, the sudden sharp pain sending spikes of fear and need through me. He's bitten mebefore, but something about this time feels different. Like all pretenses are gone, leaving behind only the animal inside him.
When his sharp teeth leave my flesh, he keeps his mouth closed around the wound. I can feel as he sucks on the small holes, pulling my blood from mybodywith his soft lips. His groan of pleasure fills the room as he holds mybody tighter, drinking from my artery slowly.
When he lifts his head, only a beautiful monster is left where my Eamon was a moment ago. Crimson drips from his gorgeous mouth, those green eyes swallowed up by swirling red clouds as his lids droop and his lips pull up in an almost drunken smile.
I'm frozen in his gaze, watching this ethereal man decide what to do with me next.
His fingers drift through the still bleeding wound on my neck, gathering the scarlet liquid and smearing it in small lines down my collarbone. With the warm, sticky substance, he draws little swirls across my chest, between my breasts, seeping into the edges of my bra.
Rather than slowly ruin it with blood, he chooses toruinit swiftly, digging his fingers into each cup and ripping, the tearing sound and sensation flooding mybodywith endorphins.
His predatory gaze narrows on the hardened peaks of my tits, his blood-soaked mouth falling to take one between his lips, flicking it with his hot tongue as he lazily flicks the other with his thumb, rolling it in soft circles.
Drunk on the lust rolling through me, I reach for his shirt, needing his skin to press against mine and ground me to this moment, reminding me that we made it. Past all the bullshit, all the walls we erected between us, all the things outside of our control that would tear us apart. We beat it all, and while the threat of the Sanctum still exists outside of these walls, for now, we can just relish that we're free of them and bested them once again.
He releases me just long enough to pull the shirt over his head and throw it behind him before diving back in and devouring my tits, one after the other, driving me mad. A needy whimper escapes me, making him chuckle as his eyes dart up to mine.
Those cloudy red pools lock onto my gaze, and he sinks his sharp canines into me, twin injections of pain right above my nipple. His lips wrap around the new puncture wounds and thehardpeak, sucking on the sensitive bud and drinking from me, the pain and pleasure mixing into a drugging combination.
Blood and saliva seep from the corner of his mouth where it wraps around my breast, the warm mixture sliding across my skin, and hefollows the mess, licking it up and traversing further down mybody, leaving bloodied imprints of his lips across my skin, evidence of his kiss spreading down my stomach until he reaches the edge of my panties.
He digs his teeth into the lace, dragging them slowly down my legs like a fucking animal, his hands gripping and caressing my stomach, my thighs, my nipples, everything he can reach while he does. Once the scrap of lace falls to the floor, his lips work back up my legs, depraved moans echoing against my skin with every kiss.
His scarlet-soaked mouth and chin rub against my inner thigh, the light stubble tickling the sensitive skin.He groans,closing his eyes in bliss, "Christ, I love this.Love tasting you, scenting this gorgeous pussy just waiting patiently for me, love holding you close and feeling yourbodyshake."
"Yeah?" It's hardly a dignified response, but I can feel each huff of his breath against my folds. The only thing I love more than taking him inside me is how much he fucking talks when we're joined. He invades everysingleone of my senses, owning me inside and out.
He drives his sharp teeth into my thigh, creating another set of puncture wounds for him to lave over, soaking his face as he lapsup the dripping wounds, his fingers taking some of the seeping liquid and using it to draw little hearts across my hip and thighs, turning me into a macabre work of art.
The bite marks all throb, adding to the layers of sensation building inside me, bringing me almost to orgasm just from the sensitivity, the endorphin rush of this concentrated pain.
Finally, his bloody lips find my core, his hot tongue flattening against my opening, dragging to gather all the wetness there before pressing it against my clit, pulling out a loud moan from both of us.
"So fucking delicious," he grunts, gripping my thighs with both hands to pull them further apart, "Can't believe it's been two months since I've had you in my mouth and my hands."
I can't speak, can't do anything but moan and mewl and writhe as his perfect lips and tongue devour me. His lower face smears blood and slick all over the both of us, the combination dripping onto the countertop as he devours me like a man starved. He grunts and groans, moaning into every sordid kiss against my cunt, drawing away just long enough to look a the masterpiece he's created before diving back in, his efforts doubled.
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere, a loud cry of pleasure surprising us both as mybodytakes over, my hips moving on their own, my legs trying to close against the onslaught of sensation, and my toes curling.
Eamon pushes me through the discomfort, well past the point of overstimulation, until I'm mewling, whimpering, trying topushhis head away from my core for just a moment of reprieve.
Instead, he digs his fingers into my thighs, spreading them obscenely wide with a vicious growl, "I'm not done yet. Settle in, honey, cuz you still owe me seven fucking more."
