Page 71 of Cruelly Bitten

No, not upside down. Not quite.

Just over the side of the mattress.

I don’t…

Cam’s cock nudged my mouth again, wedging inside and shortening my breaths once more.

Fuck…He had me hanging over the side of the bed, his feet on the floor as he fucked my mouth with renewed vigor.

I choked, the angle too much, my body not ready yet for more.

But there was no stopping him, not even my nails biting into his thighs—something I hadn’t realized I was doing until now. If anything, that only made him more aggressive, his voice trailing over me as he uttered everything he wanted to do to me.

“You’re going to swallow more,” he told me. “So much more.” His mouth was on my sex again, causing me to squirm in protest, my insides not ready. “And so am I.” His fangs bit into me again, sending me spiraling into a deep pool of obscurity.

It… it felt good.

It hurt.

It was too much.

Yet not.

His blood, I thought deliriously.His blood is curing me even while he’s killing me.

It kept me conscious. Aware. Torturing me with licks of extreme gratification followed by exquisite agony.

I tried to say his name, to beg him for a minute to recover, but it came out garbled around his long length, his head lodging deeply in my throat with each punch of his hips.

This would kill a normal human,I thought.Or at least shatter something inside them.

But I… I wasn’t a normal human. My soul was tied to an ancient being, and that ancient being had given me some of his essence an hour or so ago.

That tainted everything.

Made me more durable.

However, that didn’t stop it from hurting.

It didn’t stop me from being afraid, worried about what terrible ways this male could truly harm me.He’s not my Cam even if he is my Cam.It was a drugging notion, one that left me dizzy as his cock began to spasm again.

Already?I marveled.Or has that much time passed?

I couldn’t keep track of our movements, my mind lost in an orgasmic cloud. Still, I tried to swallow. Or I thought I did. My body didn’t have much choice. It was that or drown in his seed.

Cam…

Still nothing—that wall… it was…never going to be breached.

I’d spent over a hundred years trying to get through, to talk to my mate. But nothing had worked.

Not even this.

A tear escaped my eye, this one born of emotional pain rather than physical. However, it disappeared among the others, my face a mess from crying while he used my mouth like it was an endless hole, heedless of the fact that I needed it tobreathe.

My limbs felt numb from the lack of oxygen. Or perhaps from his violent drinking.

Can I bleed out this way?I wondered. He wasn’t feeding from my artery, but he was certainly taking his fill from between my thighs.