She was…his.
Mine. Fucking mine.
Her breath came in shallow pants, and her thighs trembled beneath his palms.
Withdrawing his tongue, Nyte latch onto her clit and sucked.
“Nyte!” Ember cried out.
Willing the claws on two of his fingers shorter, he thrust them inside her as he lashed her clit mercilessly with his tongue. Her inner walls clamped around his fingers, squeezing so tight that the sensation jolted straight to his cock.
Hells, what would it feel like to be sheathed in her? To feelher body so hungrily gripping his shaft, drawing him deeper and deeper?
I will know soon enough.
Her hips moved in time with the pumping of his fingers, and he did not relent his hold of her clit.
Nyte lifted his gaze to look up along her body. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed, and her chest heaved with her rapid breaths. His shadows swirled around the hard buds of her nipples. Her moans escalated as the motion of her hips sped, urging him to drive his fingers harder and faster.
This sight of his Ember so swept up in passion, so lost in it, was the most beautiful, seductive thing he’d ever seen. The ache in his cock compounded, and he forced his hips down to press his shaft atop the bed. That added pressure did nothing to alleviate the pain; it only strengthened his need.
Her body tensed, and she let out a hitched, broken cry as liquid heat flooded her core, washing over his fingers and hand. With a growl, Nyte tore his lips from her clit and replaced his fingers with his mouth, once more thrusting his tongue inside her as he drank her essence. He circled her clit with his thumb, prolonging her orgasm and coaxing more of that delicious nectar from her.
When her cries faded, he didn’t stop his ministrations. He gentled his touch and leisurely stroked her as his tongue laved her skin, licking up every drop. She moaned softly, her hips moving languidly with his touch.
“Nyte,” she whispered, calling his gaze back up to her face. She was looking down at him, her eyes soft and gleaming with contentment. “Let me touch you.”
“Soon, my witch.” He brushed his lips over her inner thigh. It quivered, and he felt her pulse thrumming.
Mine. She ismine.
Before he knew what he was doing, his lips had peeled back, his mouth opened, and he sank his fangs into her flesh.
“Ah!” Ember gasped, her muscles tensing beneath his palms, but she could not break his unwavering grip as he drank the sweetness of her blood. “Nyte, what are you— Oh God!”
Her ragged breaths soon turned to cries of pleasure, and she trembled beneath him as she reached another climax.
When he withdrew his fangs, he licked the punctures he’d made, sealing the wounds but leaving his mark behind.
And that mark looked right there. It belonged there.
Nyte licked his lips to clean away the final traces of blood and essence smeared upon them before slowly crawling up her body, trailing his mouth over her as he went. He kissed her mons, her soft belly, and between her breasts, right over her fluttering heart. Ember wriggled, shivering with each touch of his lips.
When his pelvis connected with hers and his shaft nestled between the folds of her scalding cunt, a shudder wracked him, and he gritted his teeth against it. Pleasure buzzed along his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. He wasn’t even inside her yet, but this was sublime.
Nyte sat up and caught her breasts in his hands, kneading their giving flesh. Hells, how could anything be so soft? Pinching her nipples, he gave each a teasing twist. She inhaled sharply and arched her back, grinding against his cock. The hot, slick friction against that sensitive flesh was nearly his end.
“My Ember, your body responds to me so beautifully,” Nyte purred as he lowered his mouth to her breast, swirling his tongue around one of her budded nipples.
Moaning, Ember tugged against the shadow bindings. “Please let me go.”
No!
That word burst from his very soul, resonating through himwith startling potency. It sparked an inferno in his chest, his heart flaring, raging, threatening to burst with a swell of emotion.
Now that he had her, he refused to let her go, refused to?—
Her words from earlier struck him, piercing that emotion.
