So much it physically hurt.
She pushed inside me harder, faster, another finger added.
Her teeth pressed harder.
It wasn’t enough.
Her thumb nudged and rubbed my clit.
It wasn’t enough.
“Mark me,” I begged.
She hesitated, her hand inside me stilling.
“No, no, don’t stop,” I cried. “Don’t stop.”
I held onto her tighter.
I bucked, fucking myself on her hand.
“Please, please.”
I was feral. Wild.
Suddenly, she was fucking me again, harder than ever.
Her teeth pressed against me, so much tension in my skin, until, until…
I roared with my release at the same moment I felt her teeth tear open the skin of my neck.
She bit down harder.
Pain mixed with pleasure until I couldn’t tell them apart.
I bucked and writhed and moaned and cried and came so truly and completely undone.
Cole held me impossibly tight to her as I experienced the most intense pleasure I had ever known.
The waves of pleasure seemed to last a lifetime.
A blissful, suspended eternity.
But eventually, the waves subsided.
Cole’s teeth released me, and she pulled her fingers from me.
I was spent and limp as she lay me down.
My blood coated her lips and ran down her chin.
I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
Her eyes were fixated on my throat.
On her mark.
I pulled her to me. Cold without her on top of me.
