Page 130 of Volik

“Volik,” I pant, digging my fingernails into his shoulders. “More.”

My stomach clenches as he goes deeper.

So deep.

I can feel him so deep inside me.

Saliva pools on my tongue.

I’m hungry.

I’m so fucking hungry.

Volik’s chest expands as he inhales. “You smell like orchids.” He pulls his hips back. The drag of his length is pleasurable torture. “But you taste like something else.”

My core clenches around him as my nipples scrape against his chest hair. “What do I taste like?”

“Cherries.” He shoves himself back in. “Your blood. And your slit.”

“You—” I roll my hips, trying to take more of him. “You smell like freshly picked mint.”

I try to remember what his cock tasted like.

It was sweet.

But my thoughts…

“I want…” I clench my core.

Volik holds me in place, my back flush against the wall, as he pulls his hips back, leaving just his tip inside me. “What do you want, Ma Fleur?”

“I want…” I squirm, my mind fracturing with need. “I want to bite you.”

His chest rumbles.

The room vibrates.

My teeth ache.

Volik drops his head back and to the side, exposing his neck to me.

I tighten my hold around his shoulders, pulling myself closer.

I press my mouth to the side of his throat.

My eyes close.

And… I bite him.

His skin breaks.

He thrusts up, sinking every inch of himself into my body.

And warm vanilla fills my mouth.

I swallow.

He groans.