He kissed a line down my neck, across my collarbone, the points of his fangs grazing my flesh, but never breaking it. With each kiss, his tongue swirled over my skin, making me desperate for more.
In a move so fast I didn’t even see it happen, he reached up and whipped off my T-shirt, tossing it to the floor. My bare breasts brushed against his chest, and he cupped them both, running his nose along the top curves, inhaling the scent of my skin.
I let out a whimper of pleasure, rolling my head back, arching closer.
Teasing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Darius captured the other in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. The scrape of his fangs sent a jolt of white-hot pleasure to my core, and I gasped, losing myself in the warmth of his mouth.
He continued to tease me with his tongue, expertly swirling and sucking as I rocked against him, the friction building between my thighs.
“Mmm. Are you hungry, little brawler,” he teased between kisses, sliding his hands inside the bottom of my shorts and underwear to cup my ass. His fingers dipped between my thighs, seeking my wet heat, teasing my entrance.
Warmth gathered, my core pulsing with a deep ache that could only be soothed by one thing.
“Starving,” I whispered, reaching down the front of his sweatpants and fisting his cock. It was hot and velvet-smooth and as hard as steel, growing even harder at my touch.
“Fuck,” he breathed, rolling his hips as I stroked him, teasing the head with my thumb. “That’s…”
“Mine.” Something came over me then, a fierce possessiveness driving me wild with need. I needed him to kiss me. I needed him inside me. Ineededto make him come.
I kissed him again, nipping at his lower lip.
Darius nipped me back, sucking my lip into his mouth, drawing blood.
He ran his tongue along the edge, growling at the taste of my blood, and in a blur of movement and strength, we were off the couch. He held me against his chest with one arm, my legs winding around his hips as slammed my back against the wall.
Shoving a hand between us, he slid his fingers down the front of my shorts, pushing inside me, stroking me as I’d stroked him—hot and fast and hard and oh my fuckingGodI’d never felt anything so hot.
My thighs trembled, my body tightening around his slick fingers…
“Is this what you want?” he growled, bringing me closer to the edge with every thrust. The question sounded like a threat. A promise. Danger and devastation wrapped in a silk scarf, and I nodded mutely, my eyes silently begging him for it.
And you willbegme for it…
His old words echoed in my memory.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“This is what I want.”
“Beg me, little brawler.”
I was so turned on I could barely make words, but somehow, I forced them out.
“Please, Darius,” I moaned against his lips. “I want you inside me. Fucking me.” I grabbed the back of his head, fisting his hair and tugging hard. “Make mefeelit.”
A surge of wild, unrestrained need flooded his eyes, and without another word, he yanked the bottom edge of my shorts and underwear to the side and slid his cock inside me, thrusting deep. Hard. Banging me against the butter-yellow basement wall as I urged him to keep going, harder, faster, deeper, more, raking my nails along his back, biting down on his shoulder until we both came, hard and fast and shuddering, and I tasted the rich, coppery silk of his blood in my mouth.
* * *
He pulled away slowly, gently lowering me back to my feet. His eyes were wild, his hair knotted, his skin slick with sweat.
He pulled his sweatpants back up and tucked himself inside, and I did my best to clean up and straighten out my shorts. I was pretty sure the underwear were a lost cause—I’d heard them tear at one point, and now I felt the coolness of the air where the fabric should’ve been.
I was definitely going to wake up sore. I could already feel it starting—the ache in my thighs, the swollen mouth, the burns.
Darius flashed me a devious smile, and a fresh pulse of desire surged through my blood.
“Better be careful, little brawler,” he teased. “Bite me one more time and you might turn into a vampire.”