Page 106 of Hunger & Harmony

“Yes, my sweet girl?”

His hands wander, fingers dancing along my waist and hips like an instrument. Only a few articles of cotton remain between him and my skin. I’ve never made music before, but with him, I’m willing to try.

“Do you really feel that good?”

He laughs, honey voice deepened by desire. I’m dizzyingly aware of his hands and the way my chest rises and falls against his.

“How could I not? I’ve held starlight and tasted ambrosia.”

One of his hands comes up to push my hair out of my face. I can’t smile any harder.

“I thought I was a juice box?”

My little jab earns a laugh and a firmer grip on my hips.

“Yeah?”

Oh. A cock of his brow and that teasing, fanged grin, and I’m putty in his hands.

“Can I get another taste, then?” he asks, his lilting tone promising more.

My hips grind slowly in his palms. Is he implying what I think he is? Suddenly, the glint of his fangs makes my pussy flutter. If possible, my face reddens a shade deeper.

“Is that a yes?” He tilts his head a little too adorably. “Use your words, cherry cheeks.”

“Yes,” I say, gasping when he hoists me up in response.

When he sets me on my feet, his lips quickly find mine. Our kiss is eager, and everything we’ve never been allowed before. With no fear, and the taste of blood between our lips, he moves possessively and unflinchingly.

“N . . .Niko,” I whine into his mouth.

I don’t want to wait anymore. As his lips brush down my jaw and over my neck, my fingers hook into the top of my pants.

“Eager,” he murmurs against my throat, and I moan shamelessly.

Once I kick my pants off, my hands press against his chest. He’s completely clothed as I push him onto the couch, too impatient to get out of my panties.

“Need you.”

He settles back at the perfect angle. His hands reach for my hips, guiding me as I swing my leg over him.

“I’ve got you, Cadence. You can use me for anything you need.”

My clit throbs for attention, his words fueling the fire. I shudder when I settle against his mouth. His arms hook around the backs of my thighs, and I hold myself steady on the arm of the couch behind him.

He kisses my clit, and I jerk lightly. Holding me close, he doesn’t let my sensitive body miss a moment when his tongue presses through the damp fabric.

“Oh god,” I whimper, relief rushing into pleasure.

“Divine,” he groans against me.

It’s not long before my panties are pulled to the side, and it’s a tie between who’s greedier. I’ve never wanted this wildly, this boldly. His tongue is addictive and pulls heated moans and gasps from me.

My shirt ends up on the floor. His necklace shines red against my cleavage, the same color staining his mouth. One of my bra straps slides down, but I’m too focused on his tongue worshipping me.

“F-Fuck, Niko . . .”

I bask in his attention. I’ve never been a performer, always preferring being in the audience. Now, I’m his private act, loving how his eyes never once stray from me and his hands grip my ass eagerly.