Violet relaxed in my hold as I let my tongue caress her skin.
Her giggle only fueled my desire.
“Was this your plan all along?” she teased.
“Wine me, dine me, and...”
She swallowed as she turned to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark and inviting.
Little sparks formed where our palms touched, as she spoke. “Fuck me?”
I groaned at her use of the curse word, for Violet was not one to swear. In fact, in the time I’ve known her—in the time I’velovedher—she hasn’t cursed once in my presence.
The reality of that fact was not lost on me and only aided in making my monster rise to the surface, making my knot tingle.
“That depends,” I purred in her ear as I took the lobe between my teeth.
“Is it working?” I asked, my voice dark to even my own ears.
Violet arched her back against me, her pink hair falling over her shoulders as she giggled.
“Bane, that tickles...” She laughed.
I pulled my hands from hers, instead wrapping my arms around her, sliding my hands over her stomach, my fingers grazing over the satin.
“I love it when you laugh,” I whispered, as my fingers played upon the slippery satin, nudging her legs apart.
The sound that escaped her throat was music to my ears.
“Bane...” she groaned, her breath hitching.
I grazed my fangs over her skin, as I whispered, “ I love the sounds you make for me.”
“Only you,” she whispered, her breath heavy with lust, and love.
So much fucking love.
The words caused a flurry of heat to wash over me, from my head to my toes, my cock throbbing, aching to feel my mate.
To taste her, bury myself in her, to bite her, to be hersforever.
I slid my hand up over her soft breasts, up her throat. I settled my fingers there as I gently guided her head back, taking her lips against mine.
She groaned in my mouth, licking my fangs.
“Do it,” she groaned, her lust perfuming the air. “I want you to do it,” she said as she slid her tongue up my fang again, and I tasted the tiniest drop of blood.
And it was sweet.
So fucking sweet, just like her.
“What is it you want me to do?” I teased, wanting to hear her say the words.
Needing to hear them.
“I want you to claim me,” she said as she gazed up at me with fire, with an intensity that I’d never seen before. She slid her hand up behind her, up my neck, her fingers tangling in the edges of my hair as she gripped the locks tightly, grinding her plush ass against my already weeping cock.
The things this little faerie does to me...
