Page 239 of Coal Hearts

Hotter than before.

Redder than before.

I went to press the pipette against her dribbling crimson, but...

I reached my limit.

Stabbing my knife into the carpet by my knee and tossing the dropper over my shoulder, I threw Victor a savage grin. “I’m done playing your game, Vic. I’m going to play my own now.”

Ily jerked as I fell on her.

She cried out as my mouth locked over the bleeding wound.

Life ended.

Death paused.

The world screeched to a stop.

Every sense, every fucking synapse zeroed in on her sweet, sharp decadence.

My heart smoked as that first taste, that first delicious dangerous taste seared onto my tongue.

Fuck.

Me.

Never.

I’d never tasted anything so raw and earthy and...so bitterly carnal.

My cock speared upright with throbbing starvation.

My hands tightened around her hips, dragging her into me.

My tongue licked at her wound, forcing her to give me more, give me everything.

Ily’s cry seeped into my ears.

My mouth stung.

My body vibrated.

Lust ripped violently through me.

Yanking my lips away from her thigh, my eyes locked on her pussy.

So close.

Right there.

The stupid rules I’d made of not tasting what wasn’t mine incinerated.

My laughable boundaries shattered as I shifted on worshipping knees and claimed her.

My lips locked over her clit in one smooth domination.

“No,” she screamed. “Don’t.”