Page 60 of Inked & Bloodbound
He kisses my crown, and I lean deeper into him, if that’s even possible. Desperate to get more surface area, to have more of our bodies touch. Even though we’re practically fused together, it still doesn’t feel close enough. I want more. I want to climb inside him. Or more specifically, I want him inside me. Again.
I guess Paloma was right; this medium thing really is a gift because what woman doesn’t want a mind-reader in bed?
“Again,” I breathe.
“Again?” He arches his eyebrow, but he doesn’t protest.
Instead he flips me on to my back and nips at my lip with his fang, just hard enough to draw blood, and the taste sends a shudder through him. He pulls my legs around his waist and grinds against me, his growl vibrating through both our chests. The first time was gentle, too gentle, but there’s nothing tentative now. He’s past tenderness and into something deeper. Knowing that he trusts me with this, the animal side of him, only turns me on more.
When he enters me again, it’s with a single relentless push, and I arch into his body with a throaty sound I barely recognize. His hands clamp onto my hips, fingers bruising and hips grinding in a perfect, brutal rhythm. I want to take all of him, every edge and craving, and break him open.
Again and again. I could do this forever.
My greedy girl. I could do this for an eternity.
His mouth is everywhere—my neck, my jaw, the slope above my shoulder. Between each fevered kiss, I feel his fangs graze my skin and the dangerous want that tightens him.
“Tell me I belong to you,” I breathe.Tell me I’m yours.
He grips my hips and slows his pace, grinding into me deeper with long slow strokes.
“You aremine,” he says, teeth gritted with effort. “All of you, understand? You are mine, fiore. Body. Mind. Blood. You belong to me.”
The words are a curse, a plea, a vow, his every thrust brandingthem into the core of me. I know what I need, so I push my thoughts into him with the same force he’s pounding into me.
Bite me.
Are you sure?
Fuck, yes. Devour me.
“Please,” I cry out, fingers digging into his skin, and he throws his head back and shudders.
The heat of his bloodlust mixes with the rush of his venom, and as he sinks his teeth into my neck, the pain ricochets straight to pleasure. I gasp, clawing at his chest, wanting him to empty his entire being into me. I want to eat and be eaten and never let go.
“And you are mine. All mine. You belong tome,” I pant, bucking my hips to meet him.
His eyes flash with burning amber, and he moves harder, faster, until the world fractures into white light and wave after wave of release hits me. He follows right after and the tremor that runs through him is as deep and final as my own, a fierce, shared surrender.
I pull him in with my heels and hold him against me as the last pulses run through my boneless body. His body slows, his desperate hunger replaced by a deep, resonant tenderness. He’s still inside me, but the frantic rhythm is gone, replaced by a gentle, rocking sway.
He releases his fangs and draws his head back slowly, a long, agonizing slide that leaves my skin tingling where his has been. The small, wet line of a connection stretches between us for a breathless instant before snapping, pulling the air with it. I gasp. My bloodclings to his mouth like a dark, glistening lacquer.
He doesn’t wipe it away. Instead, a slow, satisfied smile stretches his lips as it drips down his chin. My breath hitches as his tongue darts out—a single, deliberate flick that searches for the final drop.
Delicious.
As I reach up with my fingers and trace the line of blood trailing his neck. “In case you didn’t get it the first time that was…”
“Incredible,” he finishes, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’venever experienced anything like that. Feeling what you’re feeling, hearing your thoughts so clearly.”
“It definitely has its advantages,” I say with a grin, remembering the way our minds stitched together completely. “Though I have to say, some of the things you were thinking were downright sinful—and from a former priest, no less.”
He gasps in mock offense, pressing a hand to his chest. “Me? You’re hardly innocent yourself, birichina. In fact, I seem to recall you were the one begging me for more.” His eyes gleam with mischief. “And being a gentleman, I was only too happy to give it.”
“Birichina?”
“Little rascal.” He laughs. “And you are one.”