Though he hadn’t touched her below the waist, she wondered if she could come this way. She was soaked, her clit throbbing. Her core tightened, lusting for something to fill it.

He kneaded both of her tits, his black claws digging in. Something about his possessive grip on her body turned her on even more. She panted, perilously close to coming. So much for edging!

Against her nipple, he murmured, “Sweet as a meadowberry.” Leaving that one wet, he kissed his way to her other breast. “You’re already close.” He couldn’t sound smugger. “I haven’t even touched your pussy, but you’re drenched.” His lips were just above her other nipple.

She arched that side of her body up. “Rune . . .”

“Patience, vampire. We’ve days of this ahead of us.”

Days? She’d pass out. Die. Combust.

He touched the tip of his tongue to the peak just as his fingers tweaked the little barbell.

“Ah, yes!” Her pussy quivered in readiness, her own claws digging into her palms. So close to coming . . .

As he suckled with hungry pulls, her eyes slid closed, and sounds bombarded her. Her desperate moans. The rattling cuffs.

The wet suction of his mouth . . .

Heightened emotions brought on ghosting. But she didn’t fear it. She was tethered by the cuffs, by every throb and every pang that told her she was more than air.

She was embodied. Carnal. How could she ever float away when it would mean missing this?

Once he’d left both nipples damp and swollen, he kissed down her torso to her pierced navel. With another groan, he nuzzled the tassel there.

Hips rocking, she widened her knees.

He hissed in a ragged breath. “I scent your sweetness. Need to see it.” In a blur, he clawed through the robe’s arms and yanked the entire cloth from her.

When he’d left her nude and gasping, his gaze descended from her face to her breasts to her navel to her pussy. He narrowed his eyes at the tiny ring at the top of her clit, as if he wasn’t seeing correctly. “Gods almighty.”

She swallowed. Before, she would’ve killed to have him between her legs; now she grew nervous.

He looked like he was about to consume her.

She drew her knees up protectively.

“Ah-ah.” He’d shoved her legs open before she could blink. “Never close yourself to me.” Like an animal, he glided between them.

Licking his lips, he gently parted her folds. His nostrils flared and his cock jerked. He wrapped his big fist around it to give an absent stroke. “I am going to eat my wicked girl alive.”

TWENTY-ONE

The vampire’s glistening sex was offered like a prize before him. At his words, she rolled her hips, tantalizing him with her spread lips, with her intoxicating scent.

Sounding out of his head, he growled, “You pierced your pussy for me.” He leaned down to tease the ring with his tongue.

She went wild, her thighs flexing around his ears. “Yes, Rune!” They met gazes over her mons. Her eyes were bright, glimmering black. Between breaths, she said, “You. You are exciting. This is . . . so freaking fun.”

Fun? She wouldn’t think so for much longer.

Though he could have played with that ring for decades, the scent of her arousal drew him to her opening.

Honey. Warm from the source.

His first time to enjoy this act would be indulging in the most beautiful pussy he’d ever imagined. Mouth covering her, he thrust his tongue for his first taste.

“Ahhh!” She twisted in her bonds.

His eyes rolled back in his head. He dug his claws into her ass, then panicked, retracting them.

No, no, my vampire can take it. She even seemed to like it. He flexed his claws again and gripped her hips. She moaned and undulated to his mouth.

“Fuck, you get so wet. You needed this, didn’t you?” How was he going to keep from plunging into this tight slickness? The pressure in his cock made him gnash his teeth. The crown swelled, the slit so sensitive. His balls ached as if they’d been booted. Was this what it felt like with seed?

Agony! Want more.

He curled his tongue for another helping, groaning against her entrance. He would never get enough of this. Her little lips flared in offer. He sucked one, then the other.

She was watching him, eyes hooded. “You haven’t done this before, right?”

He shouldn’t call attention to his inexperience with this.

“Well, what do you think?”

Power dynamics, he reminded himself. But he wanted to roar about his discovery, to share it. “You’re fucking addictive,” he rasped with another lick. And another. Another. Can’t get enough!

“Oh! Good. Ohhh.”

I’m eating her, and it’s bliss. He pinned her to the mattress as he began to feast in earnest.

Her head thrashed, her long hair streaming over the bed. She was about to come, and he didn’t care. Nothing could tear him away.

“Oh God, oh God!” She yanked against the cuffs, writhing under his kiss. “You’re doing it!”

He gazed up her body. Her pierced tits quivered, her mouth open from her cries.

Between licks, he said, “There you go, Josie.” He sounded crazed. “Give your come to me.” His vision blurred until she appeared to flicker before him.

“Rune, I’m . . . COMING!”

She screamed with pleasure; he tasted her orgasm; his mind turned over.

He buried his face between her legs. Snarling. Sucking. Feasting. Fucking her with his tongue. Groaning as he consumed her.