His fingers find my clit immediately, like they knew exactly where to go. He circles fingers and tongue at the same time. I gasp and dig my fingers into his back so hard I probably draw blood.
Sorren lifts his head, eyes glazed. They’ve shifted again. Pupils elongating. Inhuman. He brushes his thumb against me, watching my reaction. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I pant, jerking my hips so he’s stimulating me even if he holds still. “Give me. More.” My eyes snap to his, the thought occurring to me that I’m not the only one here, that he may need reassurance, a check-in, too. “Areyouokay?”
His gaze clears a little at that, and he chuckles, lighter than I’ve heard before. “I have your breast in my mouth and your sex at my fingertips.” He raises a wiry brow. “I assure you, I am not suffering.”
I smile at that, relieved. That smile dissolves into a throaty groan as his head drops back to my chest. His mouth and his fingers resume their relentless motion. Stroking, circling, flicking. My attention drifts from one sensation to another. I’m so aroused, so wet, that when he slides his fingers into me there’s no resistance. My body opens up, welcomes him, like it’s always known he should be here. A part of me. He adds one finger, then two, and I buck beneath him to drive them deeper.
He sets a fast pace, pumping his fingers into me with his thumb out, hitting my clit with each motion. I’m drenched and pulsing within seconds.
“Oh, yes. Sorren,” moaning his name as my head whips from side to side like it can’t contain all this pleasure. We’re not even having sex yet, I haven’t even come yet, and this is already better than anything I’ve felt before.
He moves faster. Fingers flexing in me and I can feel it, an orgasm building deep inside me. It comes closer in waves that wash over me, higher and brighter with each one. Behind them a thought forms, relentless. A memory. It burns, like I’ll never reach my peak until I voice it.
Finally, I can’t stand it anymore. “Bite me,” I beg, fully hearing the whine in my voice and not caring, “Please I want, need, you to bite me.”
Sorren freezes, and I almost break into a sob. I’m raw, unfiltered, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. If he gives up on me now, I might actually die.
His eyes fly to mine, and I don’t miss the twitch of his nose. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice high and thin. His body vibrates against mine, a storm barely restrained. I can see it then; he wants it just as much as I do. He needs the bite too. The binding it does to the both of us.
“Yes,” I answer, clutching his shoulder. “Do it. Bite me now.”
His eyes slide closed, and with something that sounds exactly like a whimper he drops his mouth to my breast. Not my nipple this time, but the smooth skin right above it. His teeth hit at the same time as his fingers, and I’m lost. Drowning in it. The twin sensations of his mouth gently drawing on my skin. The sink of his fingers deep inside of me. My back bows so hard off the bed that I fear it might break as a shout of ecstasy rips from my throat. I come shuddering against him, wave after wave of pleasure. Each muscle screaming as it clenches and relaxes.
It’s not just my body breaking, but my mind as well. It untethers, frees itself from my consciousness. It floats through the darkness, seeking a light ahead.
Something, someone, I recognize.
Sorren.
My mind finds his as my body writhes beneath him, but here in the dark it’s calm. Peaceful. I wind my consciousness around his. Words unspoken but recognized anyway.
You. Me. Us.
I say to him. Emotion builds behind each thought.
Mine.
He answers back. The word final. Irrevocable. Binding.
Two become one as I slowly return to my body, softening beneath him. I fall boneless and breathless onto the bed.
My mind reforms. Comes back to full consciousness.
For one fragile second, everything is still.
Then Sorren goes rigid beside me.
The warmth between us vanishes.
His head lifts, nostrils flaring. His eyes, wide and fear-stricken, meet mine.
“The hunters,” he whispers, his voice strained. “They’re here.”
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Nora
