I kiss my way down her exquisite body, tracing my tongue over the delicate lines of her tattoos. When I settle between her legs again, my gaze catches on the pulse point in her inner thigh, lingering there. Her femoral artery throbs just beneath the surface, the heat of her blood stirring my hunger.
“Go ahead,” she whispers, both an offer and a dare.
I hesitate. Not because I don’t want to, but because I do. Desperately.
“Bite me,” she says, more insistent.
As if summoned by the command, my fangs drop.
She sucks in a breath, the muscles beneath my palm tensing as I lower my mouth to her thigh. I pause there for one final beat, lips hovering over the frantic flutter of her pulse.
Then I bite.
Gently, sinking my fangs in only far enough to pierce the skin, withdrawing the instant I feel it give. Two perfect beads of crimson well from the punctures, and I seal my mouth over them before they can spill. Her blood hits my system like a drug, warm and wild and intoxicatingly alive. Pleasure rolls through me in a low, visceral wave, drawing a groan from my chest.
She tastes divine. Better than anything has a right to taste. And I want more.
The hunger claws at me, demanding I sink my teeth back in and drink until I’ve had my fill, but I refuse to indulge it– mostly because for once, I’m finally in control. I’d rather work my way up to a full feed than risk harming her again. I allow myself two languid sips before dragging my tongue slowly over the punctures, sealing them closed while savoring every last taste of her on my tongue.
"That’s it?” she asks.
I glance up.
She’s lifted her head from the pillows to peer down at me, brows drawn together in obvious disappointment.
A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth.
Insatiable little thing.
“That was enough to satisfy one appetite,” I murmur, pressing my palms to her inner thighs to spread her wide. “But I’m hungry for something else now.”
“Oh?” she challenges, arching her hips. “I mean, if you insist…”
A chuckle rumbles in my chest as I bury my face between her legs again, tongue circling her clit while I sink two fingers inside her. She’s still tight and greedy, clenching down on my digits as I pump them in and out, curling them up in the way that makes her swear and whimper every time. My other hand slips down to stroke her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and running my thumb over the tight ring of muscle there.
Beatrix chokes on a gasp, bucking her hips.
I glance up at her face. “You like that?”
She nods, cheeks flushed bright pink. “Yes,” she pants.
I tease her ass with the tip of my thumb as I continue pumping my fingers in her cunt, sealing my mouth over her clit again. She writhes and moans, the headboard rattling with every tug of her wrists against her binds. She’s on the brink of unraveling again– I can feel it in the way her muscles seize around my fingers, hear it in the ragged cadence of her breathing.
Her phone starts vibrating on the nightstand, but I ignore it completely, relentlessly driving her to the edge of bliss and coaxing her over it.
“Eli!” she gasps, the sweet sound of my name on her lips dissolving into a shuddering, high-pitched wail as she comes. Her whole body locks up, thighs clamping around my ears as she gushes all over my hand and tongue. I lick her through it, not stopping until she’s sobbing with pleasure and begging for me to relent.
Reluctantly, I ease off, pressing kisses to her soft skin as I make my way back up her body. I unfasten her binds, rubbing the red marks where the straps bit into her wrists, then gather her up in my arms and hold her while she slowly comes back down to earth.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, my fingertips ghosting down her spine.
She laughs, voice rough and unsteady. “I’m a fucking mess, you mean.”
“A beautiful mess.”
She snorts, snuggling into my chest.
I brush her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear before reaching for her phone on the nightstand. “You can call Taylor back now, if you want,” I grumble, handing it over. “I doubt she’ll be satisfied until she’s heard your voice again.”