THEO
“How?” I ask. One word, but my hands still shake. I don’t know if it’s trepidation or excitement.
Chloe settles back into the mattress and spreads her legs a little wider, like she’s excited by the thought. I wedge up against her, pressing my erection to the seam of her shorts. Too much cloth between us, but I need to know this one thing before we can start.
More heat in Chloe’s face. “How do you want to do it?”
“No. You tell me.”
Her chest rises, full breasts straining against her shirt, her nipples indenting the fabric.
“Something simple,” she signs, her hands shaking. “Just—cut off my air.”
My cock shudders again, but I like the answer. I don’t work in strangulation. Never have, just like I never work in drowning. Cutting off breath like that—well, it’s too close to my first death. I like blood. Viscera. Heat.
This is safer. I don’t think it’ll trip any wires inside me.
I slide my hand around Chloe’s long, graceful throat, gently pressing my palm against her trachea. The effect is immediate:her eyes go wide, her lips part, and her body riots. I raise an eyebrow, asking,Like that?
She understands. She nods.
I kiss her, then, a full and hungry kiss that makes her moan into my mouth. Then I undress her the way I did the last two times, quick and perfunctory, wanting the clothes out of the way so I can get to the beauty beneath. The lamplight makes her skin glow like starlight, and I can’t stop myself from licking between her breasts and over her belly. Tasting her. Even over her skin, I taste the blood that will stay inside her.
Then I wrench myself away from her and tug off my own clothes: shirt first, then boots, then my jeans. I want to really feel her skin against mine, heat on heat. I don’t want clothes getting in the way.
Chloe gives a little gasp as she looks up at me, her fingers curling up the bedsheets. Her eyes trace over my chest, thick and muscular from the work I do on my peninsula. Then she drops down over my soft belly to my cock, which juts between us, swollen and rock-hard.
“Do it,” she whispers.
I fall onto her, catching her mouth in a kiss and her breasts with one of my hands. She moans and bucks against me, hooking her legs around my thighs and working her hips like she’s trying to get my cock inside her. I don’t let her, though. I kiss her and tease her, nipping at her throat and then down to her hardened nipples, where she arches her spine and grabs at my hair.
“Do it,” she pants, brimming with force.
I pull back to look at her sprawled out on her bed, her eyes glassy and her body flushed. She lifts her chin to bare her throat. An invitation.
I accept it.
Well, not how she wants. I bite her neck, right at the place where her pulse flutters up against her skin, and my teeth comedangerously close to cutting her open. But fuck, it feels good, the promise of that blood. I can only imagine it flooding up into my mouth. Butthat, she wouldn’t come back from.
“Do it!” she screams, pulling on my hair, bucking her hips. I shove her down at the shoulders and meet her gaze, all that wild, lustful fury
“Please,” she whimpers.
Enough teasing. I line my cock up with her slit and am not remotely surprised to find that she’s soaked, that it takes nothing for me to slide into her warm, sweet cunt. Chloe moans and shudders and brings her legs up around me, locking me in place.
I slide my hand up over her belly, stopping at her breasts—just for a few seconds, mostly because I can’t help myself—and then end with my fingers around her neck, my palm pressing into the place where I bit her.
I don’t move. Don’t thrust. Just sit inside her while she stares up at me, desperation brimming in her eyes. I think I’m giving her a chance to stop me. To say no.
Instead, she rolls her hips, grinding herself along my cock.
It’s all the answer I need
I tighten my grip, squeezing hard on the sides of her throat until her pulse is flapping around wildly like a frightened bird. A soft choking noise spills out of her lips, and she thrusts harder against me. I respond by settling more of my weight onto her shoulders, pinning her down into the mattress. Stilling her.
She sputters, lips already turning red. I slide in and out of her, slow and steady. I’m afraid that if I go any faster, any harder, I’ll lose control. Her cunt is already fluttering around my cock, her muscles pulsing furiously as her body fights for air.
“Faster,” she manages to rasp out, her hands wrapping around my wrists, almost like she’s going to push me away. Butmaybe I’m only expecting that because of what I am. She actually clings to me, eyes rolling back, body jerking. “Fuck— me—fas?—”
