“Can I bite it?”
I hesitate only a moment, realizing that the thump in my chest is excitement.
“Da.”
He groans and then steps forward, his mouth falling on me. Sensation erupts across my chest as his teeth graze my skin.
He moans as if I’m the best thing he’s sunk his teeth into, before pulling away, his lips and cheeks pink. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
That makes something inside me unfurl. Dangerous. Obsessive.
“Take what you want, Bane of my existence. You own me just as much as I own you.”
He lowers his head once more, his tongue flicking across my nipple, sucking on it, tasting it.
My hands fist near my sides as I try to control myself.
I want to push him to the ground and do unspeakable things to him. Things I’d have to confess to a priest.
But instead, I just stand there and take it. The torture I deserve. For as long as he wants to give it to me.
My skin crawls and squirms, eager to back away but also desperate to lean into it. Into him. His tongue is wet and warm, his breathing heady and full of need.
I know I could take anything I want from him and he’d give it to me.
But I don’t. I just let him explore.
I stand there for what feels like hours, but what is most likely minutes, until the door opens and Bane removes his mouth from me, his lips pink, his cheeks flushed. My entire chest is wet and tingling.
“Seems you’re having a good time,” Ellery says with Nova right behind her, a hand on the back of Ellery’s neck.
“I am. The best time in the whole world. Even better than the time I took someone’s knuckles from their hands while they were still alive.”
Ellery’s eyes twinkle, and I glower at them. It goes ignored.
“Good. Yell if you need me. I have the hearing of a hawk and the kick of a horse. I could take him down in seconds.”
“Thanks,” Bane says, clearly smitten. But I don’t want him thinking of anyone but me. Only me.
The door closes, and Bane turns back toward me, his eyes sweeping over my chest. I’m sure it’s pink from where he’s sucked and bit. He’s leaving his mark on me.
I’ll check later when I’m alone, letting myself observe what I’ve allowed him to do. To relive it.
Bane’s eyes are glimmering with a feral need.
“I’m not done with you,” he says, and I nod slowly, allowing him to push me backward until the back of my knees hit the mattress. He shoves me again, and I sit. And then he’s crawling up me.
“Can I touch your arms?” he asks as he drags his tongue around my belly button.
My fingers tingle. I imagine his mouth around them, sucking. “Yes.”
He kisses and licks his way up my chest and to my shoulders, nibbling his way across my collarbone to my right arm. Hisfingers link with mine as he lifts my arm up and presses wet kisses across my biceps, down to my forearm. His teeth graze the vein there, which is pounding through the skin. And when he makes it to my fingers, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist.
“I’m going to suck your fingers like I suck dick.”
My cock jumps between my legs as he does just as he said. He pulls each finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue along each knuckle until I’m fisting the bedsheets, trying to remain composed. And then he moves back to my chest, licking and sucking at my nipples before moving to the other arm and doing it all over again.
I’m panting and hot, my dick leaking uncomfortably in my pants, and yet I do nothing but let him continue. I told him I’d let him explore, to have access to this part of me until he was done. Now I wonder if he’ll ever stop. If he’ll keep me here until I die.
