I press my lips to the tops of her breasts,groaning against the plump veins I can’t help but notice as my hand slips beneath her skirts.
She stills, watching in fascination as I sink to my knees and find her entrance; her lips part, and she gasps when I splay her slick arousal between my fingers, thumbing her sensitive clitoris. I swallow, gauging her reaction, waiting for her nod before I bring my mouth to her cunt.
It comes quickly. Shudderingly. “Please,” she mouths.
Annie. She tastes even better than she smells. Warm, floral, and sweet. But when my fingers enter her gently, my other hand finding purchase in the flesh of her thighs as I tongue her… Her head falls back, exposing her throat.
She rocks her hips forward and palms her breast as I continue, my breath hot and shallow against her.
I glance up to enjoy the view, and immediately regret it.
My mind instantly blanks. I’m thrusting into her, feeling her muscles—herblood—pulse and coil around me, but all I see are the blue-green roadmaps and rivers dancing across her beautiful skin—the calligraphy inevitably leading me to a most unholy oblivion.
I’ll try it, I tell myself. Feel my lips against her pulse and stop there… because, what else would I do?
I’m pulled from my thoughts when she squirms against my face. I rise over her, and she whimpers in surprise when I flatten my tongue into the hollow of her neck. Unaware of the strange hungers festering inside me, Annie pulls me closer, her nails digging into my arms.
Unthinking, I drag my tongue slowly up the side of her throat to her earlobe.
“Jacques,” she moans.
It’s at this moment, I come to understand that this is the danger in her—of this. She has no idea I am overcome with the sudden urge to grip her by the throat and have her takemy cock. No idea my urges growbeyondthat—that I’d like to nothing else but to claim her and paint her in burgundy.
In wine, right?I blink rapidly.Jam? Figs?
I’ve straightened in alarm, but she lurches toward me, her throat rising toward my mouth hung open in self-disgust. I jerk away from her.
“Jacques?” Annie says again, this time in alarm. Her face is deliciously flushed. “What’s wrong?”
“I—” I swipe my arm against my mouth, my tongue, panting hard. I taste iron—an alarming sweetness on my tongue. “Nothing,” I rasp, easing out of her and quickly planting my lips upon her forehead. “It’s nothing.”
A lie, and a poor one at that. She takes both sides of my face between her palms. “You’re trembling, you know.”
“So are you.”
“Yes, but I hide it better.”
That, she does. Overcome with need, I reach for her waist, and she meets me where I stand. She slides off the dresser and kisses me harder, desperately, as if she needs this, too. Needs me to enter her, fill her. Bleed her dry.
Whatever the fuck is wrong with me roars to life when she falls against me. I drown in her, her nails sliding up my bare back. My hips press back into hers, and I feel the very moment she is undone, her whole being coming alive in heat and friction.
I spin her, just before we crash backward onto her bed.
I follow Annie down like I’ve done it a thousand times before—like we have a lifetime to go. My hands slip under her skirts again, and her legs open eagerly beneath me. I remove her undergarments and slide my own trousers down—carefully, so as not to ruin all of her hard work—and hover over her.
Annie slips me out of my pants before I’m done, fisting me. Her eyes widen in delight as I beginto thurst slowly.
“Do you like it when I fuck your hand, Annabelle?”
She only manages a nod.
My heart is thrumming, and I swear I can feel her pulse as much as I imagine tasting it. But my blunt, throbbing teeth would fuck her throat up—of that much I’m aware, even in my state of delirium.
Yes. That’s what it is. And I might’ve doomed Annie to it, too.
The feeling of my head against her pussy yanks me from my worried reverie; she’s angled me down, guiding me.
I think I’m about to come the moment I sheathe myself and the sound of her shallow panting invades my senses—but there’s slight resistance there. I frown, but she arches toward me hungrily, seeking friction, so I bring my mouth to hers and give it to her.
