Page 109 of Bite Me

My tongue slips into her mouth again, and she moans while I lift her up and drag her to the edge of the bed.

I want to linger on the taste of her lips, but I know what she needs. She needs relief.

When I start unbuttoning my shirt, Emma lays her head back and basks in the multitude of blankets and pillows.

“You made it comfy . . . for me?”

I nod, undoing my belt. “In case you decided you wanted help.”

“It’s perfect.” Her fingers intertwine with the fabric.

“Emma . . . I . . . If I bite you right now, I won’t be able to stop, so I . . . have to take precautions, but I don’t want to scare you.”

It’s tolerable now, but when I’m inside her, it won’t be. It’s already taking over all my thoughts. Her heart is pumping all that delicious blood right under the surface of her perfect skin. I lean down to kiss her thigh, running my tongue up the vein in her leg.

“As long as you don’t stop.”

“How bad is the pain, Em?”

Stars, I want to suck her dry. I dig my fingers into the sheets, but I feel myself losing my grip. It’s what fevour does. It’s more than an urge. Her pheromones push me further and further into madness, where it’s only sex, breeding, and blood.

She pouts. “It’s better when you’re closer.”

I kiss her stomach and yank down her skirt. The useless, fragile fabric tears in my hand. Her panties are lace and pull apart in my hand.

I lick her skin again. Every taste fails to satiate me.

She wants me closer. The hairs on my neck stand up as I wipe the precum off my dick and press it inside her with my fingers. Satisfaction runs up my spine. I need this woman to be mine. Mind. Body. Blood.

She gasps.

“Better? Worse?”

A gentle sob leaves her lips, and I stop.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No. It’s so much better already.”

I press in deeper, and she nearly screams, grabbing a pillow to smother her cries.

“I know.” I kiss the creamy skin of her stomach. “There you go.”

She squirms, and I press deeper, and I grab the pillow so I can hear her cry for me.

I don’t care who hears.

“Tell them, Em. Let them know I’m claiming you.”

“Dacre.”

That’s exactly it. Every soft cry as I drive further inside her feeds the urge inside me to satisfy. To breed.

This is never going to be enough for me. I move her hair away from her eyes, smiling and enjoying the soft patter of her pulse beneath my fingers.

I’m going to worship this woman.

Chapter Thirty-Nine