I pushed on his lower lip with my thumb and saw one of his fangs poking out.
“I don’t want Amari right now.” His teeth clenched as herolled his hips against me again. “I want to be buried between your legs, savoring every drop of you. I want to sink my fangs into the vein in your thigh. I want to taste all of you.”
“Then do it,” I whispered.
His lips hit mine before I could second-guess myself. I wanted this. I wanted him. If I hadn’t run, we would’ve had centuries of this.
He kissed my mouth hungrily and pushed against my lips with his tongue. I opened for him, and our tongues tangled together with centuries’ worth of desperation. My clit ached with the need for him to be between my legs.
I slipped my hand under the hem of his shirt, my fingertips playing at the top of his pants. His skin was cool to the touch. I traced the defined ridges of his abdomen, feeling a thrill surge through me as his muscles tensed beneath my exploring fingers. My nails grazed lightly against him, and I savored the way his breath hitched. I inched my fingers lower, brushing against the trail of hair disappearing beneath his waistband, silently challenging him to stop me if he dared.
He moved his lips to my jaw and kissed down to my throat. The softness of his lips made my body shiver. I looked to the front of the shop, where Amari was standing. He had to know what was going on behind him. We weren’t exactly being quiet.
Val grabbed my chin and brought my eyes back to his. “I wantyouright now. Let me haveyou.”
His lips crashed back into mine, more forcefully than before. His hands gripped the top of my shirt, and in one movement, he ripped it down the front. I gasped as he parted the fabric and cupped my breasts.
He nipped at my lower lip, then lowered his mouth to my breasts, where his tongue flicked at the edge of my bra. Hebit my nipple through the fabric, and my fingers went to his hair.
“Val, please.” I lifted my hips off the couch to meet his erection that was straining against his pants. My fingers fumbled with the button.
He reached down and helped me open them, pulling his cock out. I licked my lips and then stuck my thumb in my mouth. Val’s eyes darkened as he watched me suck.
I pulled it from my mouth and swiped it over the head of his cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum that was there. He pulsed against my hand as I wrapped my hand around his shaft. I slowly began pumping him, twisting my fist with each stroke.
He unclasped my bra and sighed. “I’ve missed your hands on my cock.”
I whimpered as he gently blew on one of my nipples and swirled his tongue around it. He mumbled unintelligible words as he dragged a fang across my nipple. I gasped at the sensation and tugged at his hair.
I was going to let him bite me. Would it hurt? Would I enjoy it?
Before I could ask him if his bite would hurt so I could mentally prepare, he was on his knees in front of me. He tugged down my pants and struggled to yank off my boots. After some fumbling, he threw them to the side, along with the rest of my clothes.
“Hermosa,” he whispered as he spread my knees open. “Fucking beautiful.”
He hooked his hands around the backs of my knees and pulled me forward so that I was at the edge of the cushion. He kissed the side of my knee and looked up at me.
I brought my hand to my breast and rolled my nipple between my fingers. He slowly ran his tongue up to my innerthigh. He sucked the sensitive skin, and I thrust my hips forward.
“Val,” I warned as he switched to the other side. I could feel him smiling against my skin as he splayed a hand across my lower abdomen.
My breath was coming in small pants as he got closer to where I needed him. He kissed my slit and, ever so slowly, swiped his tongue through my folds.
“Yes, more.” I grabbed a handful of his hair and urged him on.
He finally circled my clit, and I arched into him. His fingers spread me open, and he thrust two inside me with no mercy. He remembered exactly how I liked it, and I felt myself starting to come undone. He replaced his tongue with his other hand and moved his mouth to my thigh again.
I gripped the cushion as my toes began to tingle. A sharp, pleasurable pinch on my thigh made me gasp. The realization that he was drinking from me shot through me like a lightning bolt.
I practically levitated as my orgasm slammed into me. I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure emanated from the spot on my thigh. My pussy clenched around his fingers as he thrust them harder and deeper.
It seemed to last forever before he pulled away from my thigh. He licked his lips before sucking his fingers into his mouth.
“Holy hell serpents,” I muttered between breaths.
He moved onto the couch next to me, pulling me onto his lap so that I was straddling him. He guided his cock to my entrance, and I groaned as I sank onto him. It was even better than I remembered.
I sighed into his neck, my hands holding onto the top edge of the sofa. I rocked my hips slowly, still recovering from my orgasm.
