Page 13 of Pretty Little Shadow
I blinked.
That was a decent argument.
"I don't know," I said.
"Think about it." Dare tipped my head back and kissed me again, slower.
He'd felt and tasted good before, but now? He was using my fangs against me. He knew they were sensitive, so he teased them.
My hips rocked, grinding my core lightly against his erection, and I ripped my mouth away from his again.
"Fuck, I'm sorry! I?—"
Darius took my face in his hands. "I'm only going to say this once, Rae. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone. I want your fangs in my throat. I want you dripping on my hand while I fuck you with it. I want you desperate to the point of losing control over and over. Stop apologizing. Stop overthinking it. Let go, and let me give you what you need."
I stared helplessly at the man in front of me. I had no idea what to say. What to do. How to feel.
I just... wanted him.
"Okay," I whispered. "Tell me what to do."
His lips curved slowly. The smile made his eyes gleam. "Give me permission to have my way with you."
"Alright. I'll tell you to stop if I'm uncomfortable."
"Good." He took my hips in his hands and pulled me closer, until the length of his erection pressed against me in a way that made me inhale quickly. "You like that?"
"Love it," I breathed, my eyes widening when I realized I'd just said that.
Darius tipped his head to the side, and tapped his throat.
My fangs throbbed in my mouth like they had a life of their own.
"Bite me, here. No shame. It's going to make you horny. Let it. And remember, you told me I was in charge."
My face burned. "Okay, but if I take too much?—"
"Vampires always feed when they fuck, Rae. You won't take too much."
Him knowing that ignited a rage in me that I couldn't control. He wasmine, and someone else had bitten him. Tasted him. Fucked him.
My ridiculous, possessive fury had me driving my teeth into his skin so viciously, it must've hurt, but he just groaned.
His taste flooded me alongside his blood. My entire body thrummed with need and pleasure, to the point of fucking ecstasy.
I nearly climaxed on his blood alone, but it wasn't quite enough.
I neededmore.
Dare groaned, low in his throat. "Yeah, just like that." His hand slid up my thigh, thick and strong. "I'm going to touch you, now. I want you to soak my fingers in your pleasure."
The sound I made was nearly feral.
He slipped his hand beneath the leg of the shorts on my romper. It was skintight, but stretchy. His knuckle skimmed my core, and my hips jerked roughly.
"No panties? Fuck, you're perfect." He slowly replaced his knuckle with his fingers, and I gasped against his throat as he dragged them over my clit lightly.
I came on the third brush of his skin on mine.
