Page 24 of He’s A 10 But… He Bites

He groans against my throbbing flesh, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. His tongue flicks faster, while his fingers pump in a steady rhythm that I'm almost sure he could go faster because he's a vampire. But I'm soaked already, my hips haven't stopped rolling shamelessly against his face.

He adds a third finger, and my back arches higher. Stars burst in my eyesight. My thighs tremble around his head, my muscles tighten as the orgasm builds like fire in my veins. I'm gasping, teetering right on the edge—wet, open, and desperate for more.

I shatter hard, the sensation ripping through me like lightning. A raw, broken moan tears from my throat as my pussy repeatedly clenches violently around his thick fingers, wave after wave of intense pleasure flooding my body. My hips buck uncontrollably against his mouth, thighs squeezing around his head while his tongue keeps licking and sucking my swollen clit through every pulsing contraction.

I'm soaking his face, my come dripping down as I cry out. The ecstasy blinds me, every nerve singing as I gasp and shudder, completely lost in the overwhelming release. Only when the last powerful spasm fades do I collapse, panting, my body limp and tingling.

Before I catch myself, he surges up over me, eyes wild and desperate. He grips my hips with bruising force as he yanks me forward, lining up his thick cock at my pussy.

He thrusts in hard, slamming every thick inch deep inside me in one brutal stroke. I cry out at the sudden stretch, my still-sensitive walls clenching around his girth as he bottoms out, stretching me so full it borders on pain and pleasure.

He doesn't go slow. He fucks me hard and fast, hips snapping with punishing rhythm, driving into me like he's trying to erase every terrifying second we almost died. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the surroundings, savagely thrust. I clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in as he pounds me relentlessly, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over.

His head lowers as he rails me faster, deeper, the force of it shoving me up the hay. My breasts bounce with every impact, my pussy soaking his shaft as another orgasm builds shockingly fast. It's like he's fucking the fear out of both of us, claiming me completely, each powerful stroke driving the shock from his body and straight into mine in the most delicious way. I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him even harder.

"Yes!" I gasp.

A guttural sound leaves his throat as he slams into me so intensely. My second orgasm rises fast and vicious, crashing over me without mercy. I scream his name, my pussy spasming wildly around his thick cock, rhythmic contractions as ecstasy tears through every inch of me. My vision whites out, body convulsing beneath him as wave after brutal wave rips me apart.

He doesn't stop. He fucks me straight through it, hips pistoning harder, chasing his own release with desperate, animalistic thrusts. I feel him swell impossibly thicker inside me, stretching my pulsing walls to their limit. He lowers his head, and groans in my ear, as I feel the spurts of his flood deep inside me and his cock jerk and throb powerfully.

His entire body shakes against mine, his hips still grinding deep like he can't stop even as he falls apart.

Our breathing is ragged, and our foreheads are pressed together as we gaze into each other's eyes. I trace his back with my fingers, and realize how much more intense this just got.

"That wasn't just survival," I whisper.

"No," he says, voice rough. "It wasn't."

I wanted him to deny it. I wanted a lie so I could wear it like armor.

"Temporary is starting to sound stupid," I say.

His mouth brushes my temple, barely there. "It always did."

I should argue. I should remind him I don't belong to anyone, especially not him. Instead, my fingers curl against his skin like I'm trying to keep him there.

"This changes nothing," I say.

Nico looks at me, and the quiet between us turns dangerous.

"Liar," he says softly.

And the worst part is, I don't tell him he's wrong.

16

NICO

The fire I made has burned down to embers, and I have not moved in an hour. Riley sleeps against my chest, one bruised arm thrown across me like she's claiming territory even unconscious. I track the slow drum of her heart, each beat confirming she's alive. But it also confirms something worse—that I have lost myself in her.

Her scent has changed. Warmer now. Mine threaded through it. The animal part of me, I've kept leashed since Italy, wants to purr at that. I don't let it.

Against the wood, the relic stirs. I feel the ice before I see it—a draft with no source, curling off the artifact and reaching for her. The firelight bends, smearing long and thin like the room can't decide on its own dimensions. A faint line surfaces across its surface. A new thread of the map, glowing dull, then gone. Reaching for her. Always her.

Riley wakes. "You're staring."

"You twitched."