Page 98 of Kingly Bitten

I courted it. Yearned for it.Neededit.

Such an attractive contrast to all my carefully laid plans.

Calina made me feel spontaneous. Alive. Energized.Complete.

I forgot the game. Forgot the ploy of trying to teach her how to properly behave. And wrapped my hand around her nape to tug her into a kiss.

Fuck.

What started as a physical need quickly turned into a soul-destroying embrace filled with dark promises and sensual threats.

She didn’t hold back, her tongue dueling mine in a manner that served as the opposite of submissive. Calina demanded her due, demolishing the contrived boundaries between us and showing me with her mouth just how powerful she could be in the bedroom.

I stood over her mostly naked body and could sense her topping from the bottom.

It thrilled me. Enraged me. Fuckingseducedme.

My grip tightened, my opposite hand going to her hip as I yanked her up to her knees and dragged her to the edge of the bed. “Unfasten my pants,” I demanded against her mouth.

Her palms met my abdomen first, sliding downward to the belt around my waist.

So quick and nimble.

An excellent pupil.

My perfect conquest.

She slid the leather from the loops and dropped it to the floor. Then her fingers focused on my button, followed by the zipper. Relief momentarily touched my senses at being free from the confines of my pants, but my boxers were still tight around my groin.

This female turned me on in a manner I couldn’t even begin to define. I felt as though I was about to explode for her. I wanted her beneath me. Moaning. Screaming.Arching.

I kicked off my shoes and pants, leaving Calina to balance on her knees. Her breasts met my chest as she started to tip forward, my movements too fast for her human eyes to track. She gaped up at me in surprise, then jolted as I kissed her again. This time harder.Harsher.

I fucking claimed her.

Showed her what a royal could do.

A vampire of thousands of years.

And felt her wilt against me as she realized my true strength and potential.

I’d meant it when I’d said I would destroy her. Just as I’d meant it when I’d promised to make her enjoy it.

Her fingers worked over my shirt, the action one I hadn’t authorized and yet welcomed at the same time because it placed her bare skin against mine.

Her nipples were as hard as glass, the air-conditioning having left her cold for too long. I’d make it up to her now by setting her blood on fire.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, holding her mouth to mine as I palmed her ass.

She shivered.

I growled.

And then I devoured her once more.

The defiant female continued to melt, her resolve a puddle between her thighs as she acquiesced to my every unspoken demand. This wouldn’t be kind or soft. It would be savage. A brutal affair of flesh and teeth, underlined in exquisite bliss.

“I’m going to possess every inch of you,” I vowed against her mouth. “Make you experience what I’m feeling inside. And by the time I’m done, you won’t even remember your fucking name.”