Like a man walking around with condoms should the occasion arise, Prince Charming is packing sugary fang bumpers. . . for me.
I could laugh. He presses his hips against mine, a primal and possessive move. I instinctively grab onto the hair at the back of his skull, tugging harshly as our bodies collide with an electrifying force.
The song rolls out and restarts again. He must have hit repeat.
We struggle with our clothes briefly until I feel the cool and even colder contact of his cock and piercing respectively. I let out a whimper, needing more, needing so much more, maybe even all of him.
When he pushes in, we both gasp and moan, taking in the overload of sensations.
Chapter 34
I Smell Sex & Blood
CHARMING
Her lips part in a breathless gasp as I rock my hips forward, sheathing myself fully inside her scorching heat. “I'm sorry, I can't wait.”
Cinder would have responded, but I've robbed her of speech, sealing my mouth over hers in a searing kiss. I drink in her little whimpers and moans as I move with increasing fervor.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, grasping almost painfully while I anchor her hip with one hand. The other cups her jaw, holding her for my devouring kisses as I plunge into her welcoming depths over and over.
“You're so hot, almost scalding,” I murmur. “I want to burn to ash in you.”
Cinder’s inner walls flutter and clench around me in addictive waves. The molten grip sends licks of fire dancing along my cold, perpetually chilled flesh.
I’m careful to keep my mouth on hers, though I’m desperate to lick, kiss and suck up her neck. To tongue the perk little peaks of her nipples to see if I can get her to squeal and writhe.
It’s getting harder to resist her. It’s getting harder to pretend the scent of her blood doesn’t grip me by the throat and squeeze with insistence.
I want to drink from her so badly, my balls tingle painfully.
More than that, I want to bash down her emotional walls. My cock drives into her with punishing thrusts as if I could batter them down. I want to pierce her throat with my fangs, dissolve her barriers, and drink all she has to give until I’m as full of her as she is of me.
Desperate for more of her branding heat, I slip my hand beneath the hem of her dress. I clutch and knead the juncture of her hip and thigh, using my thumb to rasp over the sensitive flesh.
Cinder's back arches violently as a broken cry escapes her. Her release detonates around me in rippling contractions that constrict with unrelenting pressure. Part of me wants to let go and join her in that shattering rapture.
“Oh fuck, I can't hold on if you keep tightening around me like that,” I grit out, fighting the crushing urge to lose myself utterly.
Her inner muscles seem to grasp me even tighter in response to my strained words. I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, forcing my hips to slow to an aching grind as she rides out her climax.
When Cinder’s shudders begin to subside, I gradually increase my pace once more. I chase that blazing peak relentlessly, driving her higher and higher until she shatters apart a second time.
This time, when Cinder's release slams into her, she throws her head back in complete surrender. The sinewy column of her pale throat is bared in a display of trust and vulnerability.
I can't tear my gaze from the throbbing pulse at her delicate neck.
For a suspended moment, the primal need to mark her, to seal that tempting flesh between my lips and taste her very soul wars against the fragile bonds of control I desperately cling to.
Resisting the impulse becomes more impossible with each gasping breath and arch of her lithe body.
It’s madness to keep starving myself while she’s around. Drinking blood around her feels so wrong, but now I realize how much danger I’ve put Cinder in, how much I’ve weakened myself.
Because all I smell is sex and blood, and it’s driving me crazy. I latch onto her lips, anchoring myself there, plunging my tongue into her sweet mouth to keep from doing anything that could destroy either of us as she comes around me with such trust.
“Cinder, oh fae lords,” I choke out in a ragged rasp, her name tinged with equal parts rapture and anguish. My hips jerk erratically as I shoot everything I have inside her.
Cinder's warmth seeps into my cold flesh, chasing away the chill that has settled in my bones.
