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Teasing. Taunting with a promise my body has quickly learned to anticipate.
The pleasure is here, the arousal dripping out of me like a faucet, the insides of my thighs merely strings of a violin, perfectly tuned.
His tongue the bow. Him the expert violinist, effortlessly striking the highest godly note.
The urge to grab onto hair shoots through me, but I refrain from breaking Styx’s concentration and slide my hands underneath my backside while simultaneously widening the spread.
Full access. Consent. Approval.
But nothing, not a single tooth scraping against skin.
If I wanted to be sexually frustrated, I wouldn’t need him. “Bite me!”
Without hesitation, Styx sinks his teeth into my flesh—way passed mid-thigh. I scream out as the wave of pleasure rolls through me.
Another chomp on the opposite thigh, just a little bit higher than before. He alternates, climbing until he reaches the warmest, slippery spots.
“Again….” I beg. He’s so close… so close… so—fucking—close to my entrance.
“It might hurt a little.”
And I might die, right in this very fucking spot, if he doesn’t—
Oh.
My.
Damn.
No one—not a single man— had ever nibbled on my clit, much less put a literal term to “eating me out.”
Love Bite Virgin, no longer.
Reverse
NEVE
“You never answered my question,” Styx says as he slides his fingers over my shoulder.
Uanble to resist, I drop a soft kiss to that hard chin. “You’re going to have to be more specific. Which question? You’ve asked a lot of them today.”
The word “today” echoes in my mind. I had done more today, sexually speaking, than I had in many years.
Styx clarifies, “What you were thinking about before we entered round two.”
“Oh… about death.” At once, it hits me all over again: I stole this man’s drugs. Sold them to the Portuguese Mafia. And he came in here to kill me, not bite me. I should be adding distance, not curling up beside him and wanting him to hold me tighter.
“Do you think about that a lot?” He gives my upper arm a gentle squeeze. The small action serves as a gentle reminder: Styx has had me in a vulnerable position more than once since he came in here, and yet, I’m still rocking a beating heart.
Maybe it’s because he likes to play with his victims before— no, think about the positive side.
Maybe it’s because Styx likes this little heart of mine.It already loves a Morano, maybe it could make room for another.
Before I spazz out, I answer his question, “Every single person ends up not breathing at some point. I’m surprised more people don’t think about it as often. It’s one of the few givens in life.”
“Yes, but most people are afraid.”
I shrug. “I’m not most people.”
