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Page 24 of Splintered Security (Aspen & Evergreen #2)

bite fetish

Anni

I’ve had some firsts. Only one is worth mentioning—Ren’s warm body folded over mine, his cum slick inside me.

He glides in and out as if to soothe my ache, not to prolong it.

I’ve come more times than I can count. I can barely keep my eyes open, but hearing him shout “Mine” as he came? Well, that does something.

It’s a permanent brand on my soul.

It’s everything.

My eyes drift shut in contentment and exhaustion then flutter as Ren dips to place a kiss on my forehead.

“Be right back.”

He slides out, and I can’t stop my mewl of protest. There’s beautiful agony in him leaving my body. The loss of him, the emptiness without him, the thick head of his cock stretching me as he withdraws. I roll to one side, curling enough to drift off to sleep .

Water kicks on far away, and the thought flits through my brain that I need a shower. I’m too tired, though. Tomorrow. I can shower tomorrow. “Bath time, apparently, makes Ren horny.”

A soft chuckle ripples in the air from far away, but something warm and wet at my center wakes me. “Cleaning you up, baby. Not that seeing me slide out of you isn’t sexy as fuck, but I don’t think you want to sleep like that.”

I mumble my thanks, but am asleep again before I know it.

It’s dark when I wake. I’m the little spoon to Ren who’s folded around me like a chrysalis holds a butterfly, nestled and protected. We’re naked, and when I stir, his lips hit my shoulder. “You okay, Sunshine?”

I nod, but something in me feels hollow. I don’t know what it is. I can’t put my finger on what caused it, but it’s an emptiness that borders on pain. I nuzzle my ass back into Ren, feeling the heat of him at my back.

I grasp his hand wrapped around me and push it toward the juncture of my thighs, spreading my knees to give him room. My body slides back to eliminate what little space is between us.

He threads our fingers and uses them to rub my clit.

“What do you want?” his gravelly voice asks.

My reply is quiet. “You. Inside me.”

His knee comes between both of mine, “You ready?”

“Not yet, but in a minute I will be.” I don’t talk like this, but I’m on the verge of desperation. I’m not a horny teenager or trying to slake my lust. There’s a hollowness that I need filled, and Ren is the only person I trust.

This isn’t hurried. There is no rush.

His hot length at my back is like a brand on my skin. Soon it’s between my legs, sliding through my folds. The top of his thick cock brushes back and forth against my clit, building want and need. Desire pools deep in my belly.

He lifts my top leg open, positions at my entrance, and notches the head of his dick just inside, stretching me wide. Ever so slowly, he presses home as he places open-mouthed kisses on my shoulder and neck and under my ear. “Annika.”

I moan when he’s fully seated. I’m sore from earlier, but it’s a good sore, and I wiggle to accommodate him. He pulls out in a measured stroke, sliding back home in an unhurried pace. He’s deep inside me, and at this angle, the blunt head of his cock hits a spot I’ve never felt before.

“Oh,” I moan. “Ren.” His name on my lips is drawn out long and low. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

“Good, baby. I love that you love my cock. I wish I could explain how you feel around me.”

“Try.” It’s a moan and a pant. “Tell me.”

“You are wet velvet.” He kisses below my ear.

“Hot, inviting, and smooth. And so damn tight.” He slides that slow measured stroke again.

“My tip hitting the end of you is exquisite pleasure, but brutal torment at the same time. It’s an itch I can’t scratch that consumes my brain.

I can’t think. I can only feel. Because the grip on my cock and the ridges of your walls massaging me are the best thing I’ve ever felt.

” Another deep, long stroke is coupled with our fingers pressing deeply on my clit.

“I’ve never experienced this kind of sensation. It's all consuming.”

Wow .

I moan and tip my ass so he can slide deeper.

“You want more?”

“I want it all.”

I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Silence hangs in the air. Our breaths and the wet sound of our connection are the only things to be heard.

“I’ll give that to you.” He presses in to the end of me, that slow stroke building something that may shatter me and my splintered heart.

“But, right now, I’m giving you slow and deep.

” He moves our hands down to where we’re joined, sliding them to our connection.

“I want you to experience every inch of me claim every inch of you. I need to you know you’re mine. ”

I shiver.

“I need you to feel that I—” He strokes me deep.

“Am—” Another hard, slow stroke bottoming out inside me.

“Yours.” This stroke brushes across that spot so deep in me that it takes over, sucking me into pleasure so profound, so all encompassing, my vision goes black, my hearing tunnels, and my body crashes over a cliff.

“Ren!” His name is a cry on my lips that fills the room.

By the time our hands leave our connection and press firmly into my clit, I’m coming to, only to be crashed upon by tsunami-like wave after wave thrashing inside my core .

“Fuck.” He grits out, clamping down with a bite to my shoulder.

Hot cum brands me as he plants himself deep.

“Fuuuck.” He pulls back enough to glide in, hitting that spot that’s so tender I’m almost afraid of what could happen.

“Did you just bite me?” I peer over my shoulder, trying to find him.

He kisses the spot, before meeting my eyes. “Sorry, Sunshine. I don’t have some bite fetish. I just thought you’d milk my dick right off me. I figure it would kill me, but I wouldn’t mind dying at your hands—or rather your pussy.”

I laugh but that ripples my sex around him, and we both moan.

“I’ve never had an orgasm like that,” I whisper into the darkness.

“Like what?”

“The big one. You hit a spot that created something I couldn’t stop or tamp down.”

“Glad I’m your first then.” He does that stroke inside me, but it’s not the same as before. It’s gentler, softer, movement for the sake of connection. “I’ve never experienced one either if that’s what it’s like.”

“Glad I’m your first then,” I parrot.

He cleans me up again. That’s twice more than anyone in my life ever has. I fall asleep having filled the void that gnawed like hunger when I woke. And definitely more than a bit in love with how treasured my husband makes me feel.

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