Page 64 of Bitten & Burned

He smiled and fed me more, pushing back further into my mouth.

“Yeah, I've wanted you since I met you. Thought about this every time I heard you fucking Vael in his room. Thought about how good you’d be for me. You looked like you wanted to be a good girl, and now I can tell. You’re such a good girl, Rowena. ”

He was pressing against the back of my throat now, my lips stretched around him. His eyes were nearly closed as he slowly pushed in and out of my mouth. Spit dripped down into my lap.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve fantasized about anyone?” he whispered, pushing back further. “Decades. And then you come along and I can’t stop thinking…” He grunted, stopping for a moment before he whispered. “Breathe in, sweetheart…”

I did, and he pushed all the way back, touching the back of my throat as I tried not to gag around him. “Gods, fucking hells…” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut before his face relaxed and he pulled back. I took another deep breath, and he pushed in again, just as far back. I was ready this time.

“Gods, you take me so well…” He hissed. “But… fuck. Where was I? Ohhh, right. Decades without so much as a whisper, and then you come along and I’m thinking about you every night. On your knees, just like this, letting me feed you my cock…”

His eyes closed for a moment as he hit the back of my throat again.

I gagged, and he pulled back out a bit. “Sorry… but fuck, you’re better than I imagined.

And I imagined you… gods… on your knees for me, begging for it.

Begging for me to fuck your mouth, fuck your cunt, fuck your ass.

Everywhere, Rowena… and oh fuck, I never thought… ”.

His words broke down then, his hips bucking forward as he found the rhythm he wanted, and then there was no more talking. There was just growling from him. Grunting, moaning, his hands tight in my hair as he pulled my face back onto his cock. Over and over.

I only gagged twice, but I staggered my breathing, holding onto him. Inera preserve me, I loved it.

I’d never been wetter. I was pretty sure I was soaking my skirt where it bunched under me.

He groaned again, sounding more and more wrecked by the second. “Oh, fuck, Rowena, I’m gonna come. Gonna come so hard… Are you gonna take it? You gonna let me come in your pretty little mouth?”

I whimpered in what I thought and hoped would tell him that yes, please. Yes….

“Oh, gods, sweetheart, you’re gonna ruin me, oh fuck look at you…”

The sound was obscene, spit moving my lips up and down the shaft, my tongue stroking the underside.

He sped up, went harder, and I grunted. But I could take it.

“Ohhh fuck, I’m close baby… I’m close, you ready? You ready?”

I hummed around him, so wet I’d probably come if I touched myself right then.

He groaned. “Oh fuck…”

And then I felt it: hot spurts of bitterness hit the back of my throat. I moved for him because he was frozen. I swallowed it down, kept going as more flooded my mouth. I coughed once, but I got most of it, still sucking on the tip of his cock as he pulled out again.

“Oh, you got it all, didn’t you?” he whispered, his thumb coming down to swipe a little off my cheek and back into my mouth.

“Yes,” I whimpered, rocking my hips.

“Oh, poor sweetheart, are you aching?”

I nodded.

“Touch yourself. Let me watch,” he said, sitting back.

Honestly, I’d have done anything for him at that point.

“Can I come?” I asked as I slid two fingers down to my clit.

“You’d better,” he whispered, eyes firmly between my legs where my slick was practically dripping.

I found my clit and started rubbing it slowly. It was so swollen and needy feeling, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. With him having fucked my throat and moaning and telling me all his filthy fantasies, I was nearly there anyway.

“Oh, slow down, baby…” he murmured, so I did. “Now, you keep it at that tempo: don’t speed up, don’t slow down. It’s gonna feel so good when you come, Rowena.

I spread my knees more, and he hissed. I continued slowly rubbing my clit, the wet squelch of my fingers sliding through me seemed to excite him.

“Gods, I got you soaked, didn’t I? What was it? What did you like the best?”

“You fucking my throat,” I said, not wanting to split hairs. “I get so wet for that…fucking love it.”

“Oh, keep going, sweetheart, just like that. And then I’m going to fuck you again. From behind. And I’m going to bite you and you’re gonna come all over me again.”

I moaned and tried not to speed up, especially when I felt it begin to build. “Oh god, I’m close.”

“Don’t speed up, just there…”

“Ohh god, Quil, please… please, I need it…”

“You’re gonna get it, baby, just don’t slow down. Do you feel it?”

“Yes, fuck… yes. I need… I need…”

“Go ahead, sweet girl. Come for me so I can fuck you again. You got me all hard watching you moan and whimper.”

He was right to keep it slow; it felt like a hot, but very real wave that dragged me under and wouldn’t let go. My fingers were cramping, but I was still coming.

“That’s it, Rowena… that’s it, sweetheart, you’re so good for me, so good…”

I tugged my hand away, and Quil caught my fingers, licked them clean. The darkness had returned in his eyes.

“Hands and knees,” he commanded.

I did as he said, shaking as he slipped one knee between mine and shoved them farther apart. His hand gripped my hair, pulling me up and arching my back as he slid in again. He used my hair to pull me back against him, and the wet slaps of our bodies meeting were deafening.

“Don’t come yet, I want you to enjoy this for a little while. Just let it simmer, let me get you there. And then, when I do, don’t stop until I let you.”

He eased in, hitting deep and pulling back out. I swore I could feel every ridge in his cock as it dragged in and out of me.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re right there, aren’t you? Oh gods, I can feel it. Come for me, Rowena. Squeeze me tight and come for me.”

I did. I couldn’t do anything else.

I don’t know how long I stayed there in that space, floaty and coming over and over again as he railed into me.

“Give me one more…” he murmured. “One more, baby. Just one more before I fill you up. Let me bite you. Come for me once more with my fangs in your throat.

I whimpered as he set a gruelingly fast pace, our hips bouncing off one another as he leaned over my shoulder. His fangs scraped the skin. He murmured, “Okay, sweetheart. Now.”

And then he sank his teeth into my shoulder.

My heart skipped, and he slammed his hips into mine. I felt the break. Felt the surge of pleasure as it rushed to fill me. The soft draw of his lips as he drank from me, filling me and taking from me in equal measures.

I felt the pleasure crest, and all I was, was a quivering blob, held up by him as he drank from me and fucked me hard. I exploded, squeezing his cock and making him groan and stutter against me.

I felt him finish, the hot rush of his release filling me and dripping out as he closed and licked the bite clean and leaned back, hands still in my hair as his hips stammered out in the aftershocks, still thrusting into me.

“Fucking hells,” he murmured, hips still moving as he rocked into me.

I squeezed around him, unable to stop as he continued to claim me.

He let go of my hair, and I collapsed forward, moaning softly and meeting his sporadic thrusts with ones of my own.

“Gods,” I finally whispered, and he laughed, chuckled against me as he finally pulled out, rolling me over so I could look at him. His dark eyes melted into warmth, his hard touch softening as he pulled me close.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his mouth still red with my blood.

“Gods, yes,” I moaned softly, draping myself over him. “Was there any question?”

“Well, you squeezed me so hard when I bit you, I thought you were trying to break it off.”

I chuckled, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “No, definitely not.”

“I can take it,” he whispered. “I can take you like that. Squeeze me as hard as you want, sweetheart, I love it.”

“I love you,” I whispered. “All of you.”

“I love you,” he echoed, leaning down to kiss me. “Every single drop of you.”