“Fuck!” I roared, crouching down, sinking my teeth into the flesh of her side, breaking skin. Her screams ricocheted off the walls, a wail of pain and pleasure twisted together while I tasted the tang of her blood on my tongue. And like fucking glass, I shattered into a million pieces, pouring my cum into her as she climaxed with my dick shoved deep inside her.
Sweat dripped from my forehead and onto her glistening back, both of us struggling to breathe right.
Sienna collapsed, and I draped my body over hers—our bodies slick with sweat.
“Fuck me,” I muttered out of breath, the taste of blood still on my tongue. I glanced at her, the bite mark marring her skin. My blood turned to ice, and I got catapulted back to the past where I lost control once before.
“Sienna. Fuck.” I sat up, my hand hovering over the mark, blood pooling over the punctures. “I’m sorry. Jesus. Shit.”
“What?”
I launched off the bed and grabbed a towel, rushing back and gently placing it over the wound. “I’m so sorry. I dunno—”
“Oh my God.” She glanced at her side, then up at me. “It’s okay.”
“No. I shouldn’t have—”
“Noah.” She grabbed my hand, my pulse racing. “It’s okay.”
I stilled, looking into her eyes, red curls sticking to the side of her face.
“I don’t mind.” She smiled, then glanced at the mark once more, licking her lips. “I actually,” she looked at me and placed her palm on my cheek, “I don’t mind at all.”