Page 114 of Bite Me

“I already talked to her while you were sleeping. I have a plan.”

“I don’t like causing problems for you.”

“No. You don’t cause problems for me. The opposite. I’ve been so . . . numb for a long time. Just waiting around for my grandfather’s approval. It’s as if I were just waiting for my life to end, and then I met you, and you made me feel so much all the time. For the first time in a long time, I know what I need to do.”

“I don’t know what to say . . .” I kiss him. Then again. I hope I can show him what his words mean to me.

“This is enough for me.”

He smiles again, and I touch the small dimple on his cheek.

“I guess I have to let you go for the day.” I sigh.

There’s nothing left to do but to separate from my . . . Wait, do I say boyfriend? Is that the right word? It’s the first day. We’ll figure it out. Maybe I can hide in one of Dacre’s robes on my way back to—

He grabs my leg, hauling me to the edge of the bed with a playful smile. “I didn’t say you could leave.”

The warmth of his fingertips tickles my thighs.

“I’m afraid my obsession with you has only gotten worse, and I’m very thirsty.”

I laugh. “Oh, no. My vampire stalker has finally gotten me right where he wants me. Whatever will I do?”

“Very funny.”

I feel his teeth dig into my thigh, and I gasp. He soothes me with the gentle lap of his tongue on my skin and then moves up my leg with soft kisses.

“It was driving me crazy last night, not being able to kiss you.”

My hips naturally move to his rhythm. I’m craving that feeling again. Not just the orgasm. But the connection.

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere before I taste you.” His tongue laps at the apex of my thigh, where I’m bare and open for him. My hips jerk.

“This is mine,” he murmurs.

My head tips back, and a moan belts from my lungs as he gently sucks and takes me fully into his mouth.

I’m teetering already. Clawing. Panting. He softly bites the crux of my thigh, and I squeeze him closer. That’s all the urging he needs to sink his teeth into my leg. The first few seconds have my head swimming. It’s a different kind of bleeding pleasure that zaps all the nerves in my body. My lower belly tightens, and I’m already there.

I try to catch it, to stop it, but Dacre’s tongue secures it in seconds.

“Tell me.”

“I’m yours.”

He grunts, biting my thigh again, then again. “So, maybe tonight we continue?”

I’m lost in the heady air, still drifting down from my orgasm.

“I have so many things I want to show you . . . to teach you.” He sucks on my clit for a few dizzying seconds and then bites into my thigh. “Eyes on me.”

Dacre goes back for seconds. Then thirds. The orgasm rolls through me, and his tongue takes and tastes as if he’s never had anything so delicious. Soft at first, then harder.

“I’m never going to get tired of this,” he whispers.

That, I believe. I didn’t even know multiple orgasms were a thing. It helps to have a man who is so attuned to my body.

I beckon him closer, whispering in his ear. “I want to touch you.”