Page 92 of Bite Me
I tilted my head to the side, and Russel nuzzled the tendons on my throat. He pressed a lingering kiss to where I knew my scar sat like two diamonds embedded in my skin. Then he licked and teased around it with gentle nips until I was shivering.
“Please.”
He parted his lips over the vein, and my heart picked up with anticipation.
I moaned when his fangs pierced my skin. The adrenaline rush came first, then the wave of arousal, and then…pure joy.
Closing my eyes, I let everything go. Russel sucked the stress out of me and replaced it with desire. He spread his hands on my ass cheeks, and I thought of how I’d get on my knees for him later tonight and have him fuck me through the mattress.
He licked the wound to close it, laid me next to him on the sofa, and freed my cock. Wrapping his lips around my cockhead, he cupped my balls and rolled them in his hands. Like always, with a fresh dose of his venom in my system, I came in seconds. I bucked into his mouth, and Russel swallowed everything. He sucked until I stopped shaking and finished with a soft kiss against my slit.
Then he gave me a cocky grin. “Better?”
“Much better. Want me to suck you?”
I loved doing that. He always looked at me with such adoration; it made me feel all-powerful. But Russel shook his head.
“Later. First, I’ll make dinner.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You will?”
“Uh-huh. Trying a new recipe. I’m curious what you’ll think.”
“You don’t eat food. Why do you keep cooking for me?”
He shrugged. “I like it. It’s fun. And I love watching you eat what I’ve made.”
Russel’s first experiments in the kitchen had been pitiful, but he’d improved vastly over the past few months.
I scraped my fingers through his stubble. “What are you making tonight?”
“Carbonara. I went to the Italian deli, and I bought Guanciale, Parmigiano, and Pecorino Romano. It’s the original recipe from Rome.”
My lips twitched at his impeccable pronunciation. He’d been watching Italian cooking channels online. “Sounds amazing. I’m hungry.”
He grinned like a kid at a fair. “Then c’mon! I have everything chopped and grated, ready to go. It’ll take ten minutes. We can open a bottle of Sangiovese. I got us the real deal, from Tuscany.”
* * *
Pleasantly full and relaxed after the glass of excellent Italian wine, I took a long, hot shower. I used the douche bulb to clean myself up. We hadn’t had time for a proper fuckduring the hectic week, and I craved Russel in me. I wanted it rough and thorough.
I didn’t bother putting on the robe or underwear. I walked naked straight to the bedroom. Russel waited for me on the bed, a book in his hand. He put it aside as soon as he saw me.
I loved that he still looked at me with the same desire as he did a year ago. He threw the blanket away, and I crawled on my hands and knees toward him. I gave him a biting kiss.
“Fuck me hard, please.”
Instead of replying, he let his fangs drop.
His sinister smile sent a wave of raw want through me. I drew in a shuddering breath as I lowered myself to my elbows with my ass in the air. I didn’t have to play coy.
Russel gave me a few shallow bites on my ass cheeks. The heat spread through my skin and muscles, making my balls draw up and cock throb. Then he licked up my spine, and two lubed fingers breached my hole. His cock pressed to my thigh.
“You want it hard, huh?”
“Yes.”
Another bite, this time on my neck. One more. My skin felt tight on my body, and my erection tingled. Russel rained open-mouthed kisses all over my back and down to my ass. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and bit the soft flesh in my crease. Then he found a vein on the inside of my thigh. When the venom entered a major vein, the aphrodisiac effect grew in pulses. Every heartbeat sent me higher and higher, until I was whimpering with need.
