He lets me climb back on top of him, and his body arches up when I drop my mouth to his throat and feather kisses across his skin before my teeth find that same spot I bit him the first time and clamp down again hard enough that I can taste it when I break the skin. I don’t stop there, though. I drop to his pecs and bite until I leave marks, to his collarbone, the side of his neck. I want to see the impressions of my teeth everywhere I look.
Ineedto make Donovan bleed. It’s the first time I’ve ever really wanted to see blood without wanting to create—the only thing I want to paint with the crimson is our bodies.
I want to makeusart.
My mouth works that spot on his skin for a few more seconds before I ghost my lips up, relishing his thundering pulse as I kiss my way along his skin.
“You want to know me?” I murmur the question against his mouth, and he lets out a low groan when I lick the cut along his lower lip.
When I pull back, his face is smeared with crimson, painted red from my kiss and his earlier fight. His eyes are wide when he looks up at me, when hereallylooks at me, and he nods. Nearly imperceptible, but there. He doesn’t sayyes, but his hands grabmy hips, nails biting into my skin as he drags me against him so I can feel how hard he is.
Donovan wants this just as much as I do.
“What if it scares you, Donovan?” I ask, dropping my bloody fingers to his cock and stroking him. He stares down the length of his body—sees the crimson painting his pale skin—and turns his gaze back up to mine.
“I want you, Shiloh. Just like this.”
Just like this.
I groan and lean to the side, grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside table. I notice when he realizes I haven’t grabbed condoms, but I can’t do it.
Not tonight.
“Nothing between us,” I whisper, and I’m treated to red spilling across his cheeks again before he nods, his breath coming in soft pants of desire.
“Nothing.”
Fuck, I wish that were true… but for now, I’m going to give him all of me in the only way I can.
I’m going to show him how much I want to tear him apart.
I scoop up the lube and dump a generous amount into his hands, rising on my knees so there’s space between my body and his. When Donovan’s eyes widen, I tilt my head and arch a brow.
“Open me up.”
I feel his cock jerk between us. The knowledge that just my words and the prospect of touching me is enough to make his body react makes me bold. I swivel my hips so my ass is in the air and ready for him, then bring my hand to his throat. I’m slow and deliberate about it, closing one digit at a time. I can feel his ragged breathing beneath my palm, the thundering of his heart.
I’m holding all of Donovan beneath my fingers with a hand that has killed, and he’s looking at me like he’s about to blow before we’ve even started.
“Open me up, Donovan. I want you to have all of me.”
All the pieces I can give.
“Loh,” he moans, and I squeeze his throat until the words cut off in a soft, strangled little sound that runs straight to my dick. I can tell he likes it too, because he licks his lips and drops his hand between our bodies.
The lube is cool, but his fingers are so hot beneath it as he circles my hole and presses against me in a slow, tender motion. That’s not what I want—I want the Donovan I saw earlier. I drop my body down and feel the burn as he slips inside me, throwing my head back and flexing my fingers on his throat again.
It’s good—it’s so fucking good—and it’s even better when I look down and see some of that same fire that sparked in Donovan’s eyes on the ice reignite when he realizes how much I love this.
Maybe I can’t tell him exactly what kind of monster I am, but I can feed it to him in measured little pieces until he’s drowning in it.
Maybe once he’s submerged, once I’m in every pore of his body, he’ll be able to accept who I am.
What I am.
All of me with nothing between.
We find a rhythm set to the little gasps of my breath and the sweet choking sounds Donovan makes when I squeeze his throat. Every move of my fingers leaves little streaks of blood across his skin.
