“Don’t forget here.” Her fingers pushed down the waist band of her pants so I could reach where the blood had dripped into her pants.
Fuck. This woman. I wanted to devour every inch of her right here on the couch. My fingers found the belt of her pants, and I hardly knew what I was doing as I unhooked it. Her stomach tensed beneath my mouth. My fingers froze.
“Don’t stop,” her breathy voice urged me on.
I popped the buttons on her pants. Her hips lifted. My tongue followed the path of her pants where I drew them down her legs.
Her arousal blasted me in the face, and I almost came on the spot. With her, it wouldn’t be the first time.
Blood dripped down her pubic bone, disappearing into the junction of her legs. My eyes lifted to meet hers. I flattened my tongue and licked the trail of blood, stopping just short of where her intoxicating scent originated.
Jack licked her lips, her mouth opening slightly the closer I came to her center. The moment my tongue flicked across her engorged bundle of nerves, her eyes shuttered closed.
“Eyes on me,la mia.”
Light brown eyes snapped open, locking onto me. I sucked her clit into my mouth, savoring the taste of her arousal and blood mixed together.
“You are my new favorite addiction.”
“Please, Kyren, don’t stop.”
Her breathy moans were a symphony to my ears, and all I wanted to do was bury my fangs and cock into her.
Would she still moan like that when I was inside of her? Knowing who I was now? Would she still scream my name?
Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to get something inside of her, even if it was just my tongue.
The strangled cry she let out when my muscle thrust into her had me grinding against the couch harder. I dragged her legs over, pushing them open so she was half on and half off the couch, her legs thrown over my shoulders.
My hunger for blood had been temporarily sated. Now a new hunger had taken over. One that had everything to do with her. It was always about her.
“God, fuck, please don’t stop. I’m going to... oh, god.”
I pulled away, making her moan in protest. “The only god you’ll be worshipping from now on will be me. You better get used to begging for mercy because I will give you none.”
Without warning, I thrust a finger inside of her, my mouth latching onto her clit until her hips thrusted up into the air, shoving her pussy against my face.
“Kyren, Kyren, please,” she wept, the sound of my name pouring out of her mouth only second to her cries of pleasure.
“That’s it, come for me,la mia.” She squeezed around my finger, and my only thought was of her pleasure. “I had forgotten how good you taste.”
Her body shuddered and twitched beneath me, my tongue flicking her clit softly to help her ride out of her orgasm. Fingers curled in her hair, she reminded me of a lazy kitten after drinking her fill of milk.
I could get used to seeing this every day for the rest of my existence.
That very thought jolted me back into reality.
I leaned back from her, the urge to lick my fingers just to keep the taste of her in my mouth so strong that I had to stand up to put some distance between us before I thrust myself into her right then and there.
“I think I’m alright now.” I rubbed my palms against my pant legs, looking anywhere but at the feast laying out for me. I would never get the smell of her out of my couch, and I didn’t know if it made me ecstatic or devastated.
“Uh... okay.” Jack shifted on the couch, her brows furrowing.
Clothing shifted behind me. I forced my eyes to focus on anything but her. “So, do you want to tell me what happened?”
Silence followed my question. Then the snap that I didn’t know I missed came back to her voice.
“Not really.”
