“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs.
Then he slowly pushes inside, careful despite his desperation.
“Oh God.”
“Not god, Saelûn,” his voice rasps. “Just me.”
His fingers curl, finding my G-spot, over and over until my vision goes white.
His mouth doesn‘t stop. Sucking, licking, consuming me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive. Every exhale ghosts ice across my overheated skin, making me shiver even as I burn.
“You’re so tight,” he growls. “Even for my fingers. How are you going to take my cock when I finally?—”
He cuts himself off, focusing on the rhythm instead. Fingers pumping, tongue circling, building me higher. The pressure coils tight in my lower belly.
“Andrik, I’m too sensitive. I can’t—” I try to squirm out of his hold.
“You can,” his free hand slides up my back. “Come for me, Lumi. Come on my tongue so I can taste you falling apart.”
His mouth seals around my clit and sucks.
I’m right there. So fucking close.
“Andrik, I need you to?—”
“What baby?” His fangs tease over my skin, sharp and playful. “Tell me what you need.”
“Bite me.” The words tumble out. “Please. Mark me.”
“Where, kaemirtha?” His voice drops an octave. (Little bound sin.)
I can barely think. “Anywhere. Just... please?—”
His head lifts. I feel him sway behind me, massive, trembling with restraint.
His lips find the curve of my ass—just a brush, a soft, slow kiss to the softest part of me.
“Thur’an ves veyr, kai’lur ves thae,” he breathes against my skin. (Frost on your back, and my bite in your bloom.)
He sinks his fangs deep into the plump flesh of my cheek.
I shatter, harder than before. It hits so violently my legs give out. But he doesn't let me fall. His arms hold me firmly. His mouth stays latched. Working me through every ruthless wave of pleasure, dragging it out with quiet growls and venom-rich pulses that make my spine arch.
“Mine,” he snarls against the wound. “This is mine. You are mine.”
36
BIMBY BUTTON
Andrik-
I release the bite slowly, careful not to hurt her, lapping over the broken skin.
She’s trembling in my arms, completely spent.
“Easy, thaevi,” I murmur, lifting her from the edge of the tub. Her head falls against my shoulder.
I wrap her in the softest furs I can find, carrying her to our bed. She’s already half-asleep, exhausted from the heat, the claiming...me.
