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“You have to tell me,” I rasped.

“I want you.”

This time, when I dropped to my knees on the hard kitchen tile, it wasn’t to beg her for forgiveness. This time, it was to worship her body the way it deserved.

Her words weren’t an acceptance of our bond. I wasn’t asking for that. But it was something. Right now, I’d take anything she gave me.

I yanked down her panties and pushed up her skirt around her waist, wasting no time in burying my face in her wet heat, flicking my tongue over her clit before sucking it into my mouth.

She jerked, yelping at the sudden assault, making me smirk.

I pulled her panties the rest of the way off and tossed them aside, then lifted her leg and put it over my shoulder to keep her from squirming away as I lapped at her clit. The move forced her to lean back against the counter for support.

She was already slick and warm when my tongue dragged through her folds, her natural flavor mixing with the unique taste that came with her scent.

Her hips bucked against my face when my piercing bumped her clit, making her gasp. She reached behind her, grabbing the edge of the counter and knocking over the bowl of remaining cupcake batter, which splattered across the tile.

My tongue worked circles around her clit while my hand gripped her ass, dragging her closer.

She rocked her hips against my mouth, moaning as I sucked and licked until her legs shook and she tapped my shoulders. She panted when I looked up at her. “Too much.”

Grinning, I licked her juices from my lips, tasting the vanilla frosting I’d smeared over her folds while touching her.

She reached for me, hauling me up by my shirt until I stood. I stripped it off, then tugged hers over her head, tossing them both aside.

I closed the distance between us and claimed her mouth in a messy kiss that made her moan and press against me, dragging her nails over my chest. I looked down when we pulled apart long enough for her to remove her bra.

Red scratches tracked down my chest where she’d pawed at me while we kissed, and the sight only made my cock harder.

I bent to lick and bite at her piercings before spinning her around, making her squeal. Her hands smacked the counter as I bent her forward, sending a cloud of flour into the air that dusted her skin and hair.

I made quick work of undoing my pants and freeing my cock before placing my hand between her shoulder blades and pressing her chest down into the mess of flour, batter, and frosting beside the cupcakes.

I kicked her legs apart and lined up behind her, pushing my cock inside her in one easy thrust. She cried out, and her back arched, allowing me to reach around and take her nipple between my fingers, tugging on it and toying with the piercing. I gripped her hip with my other hand, pounding into her without restraint, turning her into a moaning, babbling mess of curses and broken cries.

I wanted to tattoo myself on her insides. Mark her the way she’d marked my chest. The marks would heal, but I’d be a liar to say I didn’t want them to remain.

I craved her touch to scar my flesh and leave a lasting reminder of everywhere she’d been.

I cursed, pressing my forehead against her back as I grabbed her hips with both hands, slowing down to prolong the experience. If I kept driving into her like a maniac, I’d come and it’d all be over. I needed this to last.

She sank back into me when I wrapped my arms around her and rocked against her, rotating my hips whenever our bodies pressed flush.

We were both covered in flour, batter, and sticky frosting that melted and smeared across our skin as we rocked against one another, sweat making our bodies slide together.

I curled over her and brought my mouth to her ear. “Can I taste you?”

She looked over her shoulder at me, brows drawn. “What?” She moaned when I pushed in deep and held still.

I closed my eyes and allowed a partial shift. I opened my mouth, letting her see my descended fangs, making it clear what I wanted from her.

A partial shift wouldn’t complete our tether, even if I drank her blood and came inside her. It’d take my full alternate form to do that. And while I knew I wanted her, I wasn’t sure she wanted that future with me, so I wouldn’t force that on her.

She tilted her head. “I know you’ll stop,” she whispered.

I stared at her, floored by the naked trust in her eyes.

I’d worried that I wouldn’t stop if I drank her blood. I’d even told her to stab me when she called me a coward for not wanting to try. But now she sounded so confident in my self-control that I started to believe in it too.