Good God.
“Shall I do it again?”
Why was I asking? I never asked. I took.
“Yes.”
Dipping my head, I traced the bite mark I’d left with my tongue, and she shuddered, the sound of my name a ragged gasp as it left her lips.
I’d never wanted a woman’s moans the way I wanted hers. Her pain? Absolutely. But her sighs of pleasure? Those disarmed me.
I sank my fangs into her tender flesh, my fingers gathering her skirt and pulling it up. I needed to touch her, feel how wet she was for me. I had to know if I did the same things to her as she did to me. One finger parted her folds, and I found her slick and hot.
Fuck.
“I thought it would hurt. The biting,” she moaned, arching into me and raking her fingers through my hair, pressing me against her.
“It doesn’t?” I breathed the words against her skin as I sank my finger deep inside.
“N-no.”
“What does it feel like?”
“Like... ” She licked her lips, rocking forward onto my hand. “Like you aren’t drawing from my neck but from... down there.”
The fact that my body was so primed and I hadn’t even inflicted an ounce of pain sent me spiraling. I couldn’t think of a time that had ever happened.
Yet another tick in the mate box.
“Would you like me to draw from... down there, petal?” I worked her slowly, the heel of my palm grazing her swollen little clit.
A spark of apprehension flickered in her gaze. “Is that something you want?”
“I want to make you feel good.” I said the words without thinking, surprising myself enough to make me falter as I fucked her with my finger.
“Yes. I want you to draw from me everywhere, Gavin. Use me however you want. I’m yours, my lord.”
My lord.Christ, those words falling from her lips. My cock was weeping for her.
I sank a second finger in. She was so tight I was sure she would cry out, but all she did was grind down on me, welcoming the invasion.
“Gavin?” A slight hint of panic was laced in that one cry of my name.
“Yes, petal? Tell me what you need.”
“Something... oh God, something is happening.”
Heat swept through me at the realization. “Have you never touched yourself, petal?” My balls drew tight in anticipation of what was about to happen. WhatIwas about to give her.
“No. Not like this. It’s never felt like this when I—”
“When you come. Say it.”
She let out a soft whimper as I curled my fingers. “When I c–come.”
My groan was a ragged thing against her ear. “Oh, yes. Even if my fingers weren’t buried inside you, I could smell how wet you are for me. Come for me, wife. Show me just how tight this cunt can grip me. Show me how you’ll milk my cock.”
“Gavin,” she cried. And a flood of wetness coated my fingers as she did exactly as I commanded.