Page 133 of Bleed

“Oh my god,” Taylor gasps, scandalized. “Are you… are you having sex right now?”

“No,” Beatrix manages through a gasping moan.

Her hand fumbles for my hair, tugging on the strands, but I refuse to be deterred. I smile against her, then draw her clit between my lips with a slow, languid suction, making her whole body tremble.

“Jesus, Bex,” Taylor groans. “Can’t you keep it in your pants for two minutes? I was literally just checking to see if you were alive!”

My tongue dives inside her and Beatrix makes a strangled, needy noise, her thighs clamping around my head.

“Bex? Hello?”

I glance up to see her face flushed, her green eyes wild and her mouth open on a silent scream. She’s close. I pull back just enough to make her huff in frustration, mouthing ‘finish the call’.

“I… I gotta go,” she gasps, her grip tightening around the phone. “Talk soon, ‘kay?”

Taylor starts to protest, so I reach up and pluck the phone from Beatrix’s hand, hanging up the call before tossing it onto the nightstand.

“That was rude,” she admonishes, though her voice is husky, eyes clouded with lust.

I lick my lips, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. “It was rude of her to interrupt my breakfast.”

Beatrix opens her mouth– no doubt to fire back some snarky remark– but I simply spread her legs wider and dive back in, sliding two fingers into her already-soaked cunt as I go right back to tonguing her clit. Her protests dissolve into a moan as she surrenders. She melts against the pillows, head lolling to the side, dark hair spilling over the satin pillowcase.

It’s truly a thing of beauty to watch Beatrix Hamilton unravel. She’s so damn stubborn, always running her mouth or throwing up shields– but underneath all those sharp edges, she wants nothing more than to lay down her defenses and let me ruin her.

On that, our interests are perfectly aligned.

I suck her clit between my lips again, fucking her with my fingers and relishing every tiny, involuntary reaction I draw out. When her thighs start to shake and her moans go sharp and desperate, I speed up, giving her exactly what she needs. Her orgasm builds until it breaks like a summer storm– sudden, loud, and violently beautiful.

She bucks against my face, sobbing my name while I lap up her pleasure, not easing off until she’s ridden it out and the aftershocks fade.

I press a kiss to her mound, then climb up her body, bracing my weight on my forearms over her. Her eyes are glassy, bronze skin practically glowing in the dim light of my bedroom. I lean down to brush my lips against hers, and she grabs my face with both hands, yanking me in for a proper kiss.

“I should be mad at you for hanging up on Taylor,” she murmurs against my mouth, hooking a leg around my hip to trap me against her.

“She’ll live,” I mutter as I gather her wrists in a hand, pinning them to the mattress above her head.

Beatrix relaxes against my hold, her eyes going soft. “We should probably leave this bed at some point,” she sighs.

The corner of my mouth lifts as I hold her gaze. “Not until you come for me again, little mortal.”

I shift my grip on her wrists, guiding her arms up and reaching for the straps installed at the headboard for this exact purpose.

“Eli,” she protests, but her voice has that hungry, electric edge that tells me she’s already surrendered.

It takes a little wrangling, but I get the soft leather cuffs looped around each wrist and fastened snugly.

“Feel okay?” I ask, just to be sure.

She tests the binds, her arms flexing as she tries to pull against them. “I thought you said you don’t bring women in here?” she huffs.

“I don’t,” I reply curtly. “I just like to be prepared.”

Beatrix arches a brow in challenge.

“It’s the truth,” I tell her, running my fingers down her arms, over her ribs, and back down between her legs. She’s still slick and swollen, her breath catching in her throat when my fingers brush over her sensitive clit. “I’d never lie to you, Beatrix. There were none before, and there will be none after. Only you.”

She just stares up at me, her pupils blown, chest rising and falling fast. The expression on her face would suggest I’ve said something profound, but I’m merely stating facts. She’s my bonded; my ideal match in every way. She leaves nothing for me to want from anyone else.