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So I look down the precipice, and with a deep breath, jump.
Lifting on my tiptoes, I grab his cheeks in both hands and drag him down to me, pressing my lips hard onto his. For a moment, he’s still. Then his mouth fits to mine, and the hand that was gentle on my face reaches for the back of my neck, pulling me in harder. We’re a clash of mouths and teeth and tongues. I moan against his lips and he takes the chance to bite down on my lower lip, then soothes it with a lick.
When we part, my breath comes in short puffs. He brings the hand holding my neck back to my face, sliding the back of it against my cheek. The heat of his skin makes me shiver.
I want more of it.
“Fuck me,” I whimper.
His eyebrows lift, before a smile nothing short of devilish spreads on his kiss-swollen lips. “You find out I misled you, and it gets you hot?”
My own hands leave his face to reach for his chest. “It has nothing to do with your deception,” I say, skimming the buttons of his shirt. “Though I might make you pay for that, later.”
Tei’s fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me closer, erasing any space left between our bodies. He speaks from the crook of my neck. “Oh, yes? Pray tell, how do you plan to do that?”
I finally reach the last button of his shirt and snake my hands inside, feeling from his chest to the ridges of his abs. Tei is all hard muscle and scorching skin — there is nothing soft about his body. My brain once again travels to what his true form could actually look like. This time, when arousal floods me at the thought, I let it. Tei’s nostrils flare and he growls.
“How?” he repeats through gritted teeth.
“You said you have a high tolerance for pain… maybe it’s time we test the limits of that.”
His hands travel from my hips to my ass, gripping the round flesh there, before anchoring at the juncture of my thigh. Before I know it, I’m hauled into the air, and I instinctually wrap my legs around his waist. His hard cock presses onto my core, and I mewl.
“Fire looks good on you, little gem.” He licks a long line from my collarbone to the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “Let me see how much higher I can stroke it.”
chapter 31
something a little monstrous
teizel
Esme is liquid fire, and the more of her I drink in, the more she burns on the way down. And I can’t get enough. It’s a good thing I fed, or I wouldn’t have been able to control myself, with the way she smells like pure sin, like the Mediterranean shores themselves, all sweet apricots soaked in olive oil. A sated hunger doesn’t stop me from licking a long line down her neck. My fangs extend, gums pulsing painfully. She would be the most delicious meal.
For now, the taste of her body will have to do. I’m dying to savor her orgasm on my tongue.
I hoist her higher on my body, pressing her warm center against my erection, and she mewls the most delectable sound. It makes me grin against the skin of her neck. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
Her breath is already short. “It’s been a little while.”
I walk us back to the bed and toss her on the sheets. “Let’s make up for lost time, then.” I take a moment to take in every inviting curve of her, from her small but perky breasts, her trim waist, and the softness of her hips and thighs. She’s the perfect playground. Tipping my chin forward, I say, “your clothes. Take them off.”
Her heartbeat is so fierce I can see it pulsing wildly against her neck. She sits up straighter, grabbing the hem of her sweater vest, and pulls it over her head. Next, her fingers work the buttons of her shirt, but they’re shaky and imprecise. Letting the claws of one hand extend, I hook a finger down the center of the garment and slide it down, making the buttons pop.
She nails me with a glare that lacks any sincere anger. “I liked that shirt.”
I lean down to peck her lips. Stepping back, I strip out of my already opened shirt. “Finish stripping for me. I want you naked.”
“I want you naked, too,” she says, but obeys, dropping the shirt from her shoulders and reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Her tits spring free, as perky as they’d looked under her clothes, topped by golden nipples that stand at attention. I have to dig my unclawed nails into my bicep to keep from leaning down and sucking one in my mouth.
All in due time.
Esme lowers her back to the mattress and lifts her hips, unzipping her pants and wiggling her ass as she drags them down her legs. She’s leaning on my bed in nothing but a pair of black panties, her pussy already soaking through the lacy fabric. I palm my cock through my silk pants. This is the most delicious torture, but I’m ready to take a bite out of her. Metaphorically, for now.
Joining her on the bed, I grab her waist and slide her forward so her head is on my pillow. “How do you feel about restraints?”
The fresh gush of Mediterranean scent is answer enough.
“I’ve never tried that,” she admits. “But I’m not against the idea. Though I was the one who was supposed to be punishing you, remember?”
