“I need you to bite me,” I said. “Please, Hans, I need you to bite me. I can’t take it anymore.”
He was up against me in a heartbeat, backing me against the stonework of the building before I could take a breath.
“Oh, don’t you worry. I know.”
Chapter Seven
“Justalittleappetiserfor now,” he whispered. “To take the edge off the craving.”
I didn’t care where he bit me. It didn’t matter. I was so desperate it was driving me insane.Teeth.That’s all I could think about.I need his teeth.
“Shh, little one,” he said, even though I wasn’t speaking a word.
He slipped my coat from my shoulders and unbuttoned my blouse so slowly, my chest was prickling and my nipples tightening. He opened my blouse and checked out my bite marks and bruises with a smile.
“They suit you so perfectly.”
“Please…” I whispered. “I need you to bite me.”
His warm fingers slid into the cups of my bra and tugged them down, freeing my tits. The cold of the air gave me goosebumps.
“Wonderful,” he said, admiring the wounds and bruising around my nipples. Just his stare had my pussy tingling.
Please bite me…
“Soon,” he said with a fanged smile. “Is it hurting yet?” he added. “The need? The craving?”
I shook my head with a rush of fear.
“Is that what happens? Am I an addict now? Addicted to bites?”
“No.” His voice was a breath. “You’re addicted tome.”
Somehow that thought was even more scary, but even more beautiful.
“Brace yourself,” he told me, but I was ready for whatever was coming.
I held on to his shoulders as he leaned in, moaned when he licked around a nipple and ran his hot tongue all the way up to my shoulder.
I shuddered, and braced myself as his teeth grazed my collarbone, gripped his shoulders hard as he sank his fangs straight into tender flesh, just around the bone. It was purposefully painful, and I knew it. He was testing me. Pushing me. Seeking out just how much I wanted him.
I cried out loudly, but it didn’t matter, not to him and not to me, either. He had me pinned and kept on sucking, so I closed my eyes and took it, grateful when the emptiness of craving began to subside. Then came the relief. The relief and the pleasure. Such gorgeous pleasure it rippled through me and ate me alive.
It was me who shifted myself so his thigh was between my legs. Me who started to grind against him like a dirty little whore.
He hitched my leg up higher and tore my new pair of tights apart at the crotch, and then his thumb brushed me. Oh God, his thumb brushed and played me so well I could hardly breathe, and still he kept on sucking.
Bliss and pain. Grinding and sucking, and I was moaning. Whimpering. Lost.
My mouth was hungry for his when he pulled his teeth out of me. I tasted my blood on his lips and then he gave me his tongue, so wet with my blood it made me shiver. Blood-red kisses, hot and deep.
He lifted me up so my feet were off the floor and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He positioned himself so he could rub his cock against my pussy, and I felt him, hard through his trousers. Fuck. He was so big. Way bigger than I’d expected a cock to be, not that I’d ever seen one in the flesh.
He smiled against my mouth.
“The more I drink, the bigger I get, but don’t worry. You’ll be able to take it. I’ll make sure you’re begging wet before I claim you for the first time.”
The first time…