Page 32 of Blood Sugar

“Here,” I said, grabbing his wrist. Leaning forward, I closed my lips over the finger, sucking my blood clean. As I leaned back, Rowen’s eyes were black, and his lips parted.

“Fuck,” he growled, before dipping his head and kissing me. Clinging to him, I met his intensity with my own, the need to devour this man overcoming me.

His hands gripped my ass, lifting me until my thighs wrapped around his waist. He let out a groan against my lips, and I squeezed my thighs tighter around him.

Moving one arm around the small of my back, Rowen held me against him as he pushed off the wall and walked to his bedroom.

We fell onto the bed, and Rowen rolled so I was on top of him, my knees straddling him, my ass resting on the top of his thighs.

There was nothing tentative about this kiss. His lips pressed to mine hard, demanding. The slide of his mouth against mine was divine, sending sparks down my spine until my pulse throbbed in my core.

His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me. His sweet taste flooded my senses, like a warmer, muted version of his delicious blood.

Everything went hazy; there was nothing but his mouth and taste and the feel of his hands on my skin. I ground down on him, unable to help myself. There was no missing the evidence of his arousal. I couldn’t wait to explore his body.

My thumbs dragged down his throat, and he let out a soft groan. Pausing, I savored the rumble of his chest against me. His kiss deepened, consuming me, as another growl vibrated from him.

I was obsessed with the noises Rowen made. I’d never had a boyfriend or even a hookup who expressed himself the way Rowen did. Every moan and whine hit me like an aphrodisiac.

“Can I touch you?” he murmured against my skin.

“Yes, please.” I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. I needed his hands on me, his mouth on my skin, and relief from the overwhelming craving for this witch that had plagued me from the minute I saw him across the bar.

He moved his mouth to my neck, urging a whimper out of me. It was a good thing we were at his apartment where there was no one else to hear us. His teeth dragged over my skin, teasing me, and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“Angel, I’m going to make you come, and you’ll bite me as my reward,” he panted. “Okay?”

The only response I could manage was a whining noise. One of his hands slipped up the inside of my thigh, and my ability to speak dissolved into liquid heat.

His other hand held my waist, easing me back until I was upright, still straddling his lap. My hands went to his stomach, trying to steady myself as my breathing sped up and the room blurred around me.

As if our intimate position wasn’t enough, Rowen locked eyes with me. I dragged my lip through my teeth, unable to handle the intensity of his attention.

“Stay still for me, darling.”

As his fingers slowly trailed over the edge of my panties, my body tensed, my lips tightening into a thin line with the strain of not squirming.

Rowen watched his hand as he pushed the skirt of my dress back, giving him a view of my panties that were definitely wet. I didn’t even feel embarrassed, not after how he’d pinned me against that door and then carried me back to his bedroom.

His lips pulled into a satisfied smile as he slipped his fingers under the cotton until he felt the heat of me. I let out a strangled gasp, my nails scratching over his ribs as I jolted at his touch.

Making a shushing noise, Rowen stroked me for a moment, his touch gentle, before he slid a finger inside of me. My vision went white at the feel of him withdrawing and adding a second finger.

A string of curses slipped from my lips as I fell forward, more of my weight going to my hands pressed to his stomach.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Ride my hand.”

His command sent a wave of need rushing through me, and tentatively, I rolled my hips, another moan escaping as he curled his fingers and thrust them deeper. The palm of his hand ground against my clit.

“Fucking hells, Sadie, you are so beautiful,” Rowen said. My eyes squeezed shut, the tenor of his voice praising me and the feel of his fingers overwhelming. “Please look at me.”

It took every shred of self-control, but I forced my eyes open and met his half-lidded gaze. Under me, his hips flexed, as if he couldn’t help himself. My movements were shaky, and as more praises slipped from his lips, my body tensed.

Holy shit, I’d never come this fast with a partner before, but there was no stopping it. My orgasm hit, my vision spotting as my body reeled, all-consuming pleasure exploding in every nerve.

Panting, I collapsed forward on his chest, and his fingers withdrew, his palm cupping my ass instead.

“You were incredible. That was so hot. I want to do that every single fucking day, morning and night, three times on weekends.”