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She licked her lips. I stared at the tempting trace of wetness left behind.
“So, what? You can touch me, but I can’t touch you?” Her voice was rough. Husky. Turned on.
I nodded, letting her hand drop as I reached for the hem of my dress, hiking it higher over my thighs. Silver moonlight dabbled on each inch of revealed skin, and I felt as though it would seep into me, powering me from the inside out.
The hem settled at the tops of my thighs and Cedra’s eyes remained transfixed, slowly rising as each inch of skin came into her view. She was growling low in her throat, and I felt the vibration of it travel through my body.
I let it fuel me as I sunk my fingers into my thighs, mirroring how she liked to touch me. It was a pale comparison to the feel of her hands, but her lustful gaze sent a tingle through me as I dragged the hand up my thigh. The scratch of my nails was a welcome bite of pain and I let out a little whimper.
I brushed the back of my free hand against a taut breast. Even through the dress, they were peaked and tight. Their needy points peeked through the light material, straining. They wanted rough hands, Cedra’s hands. But not right now.
Right now, they had to be satisfied with my own softer caress.
Cedra’s breath shuddered out when my fingers moved up to the top button of my dress. I wondered how long she’d been holding it, waiting for this moment.
I popped the first button and the collar peeled away from my heated skin. I watched Cedra’s gaze linger on the right side of my throat and wondered if she fantasized about sinking her fangs into me. Although she had yet to make that move, I knew it was an instinctive urge for her kind. Undeniable, almost.
“Yes.” Her voice was just a growl. Her fangs had descended, white tips against her lips.
Another button came undone.
“Yes, what?” I asked.
“Yes, I think about sinking my fangs in you.”
I quivered. I knew she felt it.
“I think about marking you so that everyone you meet knows that my fangs have been inside you. That you’re owned. By me. Only me.”
I... I couldn’t fight the whine that escaped my throat.
My fingers flew over the remaining few buttons and the sleeves dropped down to my waist and slid to the floor, baring my breasts. Eager and sensitive, they quivered in the moonlight.
Cedra reached out for just a moment, forgetting herself. Then her fingers curled into fists as she retracted them, letting them rest at her sides.
“I’ve thought about it,” I confessed, gathering my thick mop of curls and pushing it forward over my shoulder, obscuring one breast. She watched me move like an animal tracking its prey. I relished the hot gaze, those fangs. Those eager fingers. “I’ve thought about it a lot. But not just my neck.”
Cedra’s lips parted, but not a sound emerged.
So I pressed on.
My fingers found the tip of my bare nipple, thrumming it softly.
“I bet it’ll be wild. Your eyes would get all red like they did that first night. And you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.”
I pinched, trembling as pleasure zipped through me. My eyes closed for a moment, savoring the feeling.
“I fantasize about you biting me right here,” I palmed my breasts, squeezing roughly. “Leaving your mark right next to my heart.”
Cedra shifted in her seat and I slid a little farther down her thighs. Any closer and I would be flush against her chest.
“Cheater,” I admonished, although my words were weakened by the undertone of obvious need.
I pressed both hands against my breasts now, pinching, kneading, trying to simulate her hands on me.
My lips felt needy, pouty. Gods, I ached to have her mouth on mine. Kissing, suckling, taking. Instead, I bit my lower lip.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Her words caressed me like an erotic whisper and I shivered.
