Page 506 of Coal Hearts

“Come,” he growled. “I can’t last much longer.”

God, yes please.

I wanted to.

So, so badly.

“I-I can’t...”

Was it the pain my body suffered? The drugs in my system? The strange tantric magic I’d somehow stumbled into for the second time?

All three of those things ought to push me screaming into heaven.

Yet...

Not enough.

Not enough!

I impaled myself on him.

He grunted as he thickened inside me.

“More,” I moaned. “I need more.”

“Don’t tell me that.” He kissed me like a feral beast, teeth clacking, tongues knotting. “You should stop me. Fight me off...don’t fucking encourage me.”

He yanked me harder against his chest and sank his teeth into the side of my neck.

Sharp. Monstrous.

I almost came.

Almost.

He licked away the sting, stopping me from soaring into the stars.

I wanted his teeth. Needed those pinpricks of pain.

“Again. Bite me again.”

“What?” His pace stuttered.

“Hurt me.”

His eyes flashed in the darkness, full of silver fury. “No.”

Temper made me sharp. “You made me this way, and now you’re denying me?”

He couldn’t reply.

“Do it.” Leaning forward, I pressed my throat to his mouth. “Bite me. Mark me.”

He moaned as if I’d torn out yet another vital piece of him.

The hot puff of his breath. The promise of his teeth.

“Please...” I arched again, offering myself up, begging him to take the bait.