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Von stopped dead.
“Goddess divine, youarejealous, aren’t you?” I exclaimed, reveling in my victory.
It was short-lived.
Von dropped the basket and the sacks. His bootheel crunched a string bean as he strode towards me, rearing me back, like a helpless sheep driven through a chute. With my back firmly pressed against a tree, Von stood at my front, towering. His sleeves were rolled back, exposing his tattooed forearms. He gripped the trunk on either side of me, caging me in, the bark itself gasping under his grip.
“No.” He bared his teeth. “I am territorial.”
I eyed those sharp white canines—why did they seem longer than before? My throat bobbed—something felt stuck there. I wondered if I had forgotten and taken a bite of that apple and now it was lodged in my throat.
“What’s the difference?” I asked, fixated by those incredible incisors. In the deepest crevices of my mind, the places filled with empty paper and cobwebs, there was something, a memory perhaps, that seemed to stretch and stir. Those teeth—I had felt them sink into me before. An indecent blush dusted my cheeks as liquid heat pooled low.
“Jealousy is when you covet something that is not yours,” Von said, lowering his face, hovering his lips just over mine. His fingers weaved into my hair. “Territorial is protecting what is yours.” He tipped my head back, exposing the length of my neck. “And you, sweet angel, are forever mine.”
And that was when hebitme.
A flash of sharp pain seared into my neck, and just when I was about to scream, a moan escaped instead as pleasure swept over me. Rapturous. And fast.
He scattered my thoughts like ash on the wind, with his teeth embedded in my neck.
His free hand moved to my waist, and he pulled me against his hard, forceful edges. His other hand kept my head in place as he drank from me. I didn’t fight him. No, freely, I let him.
In return, he took me higher, my body trembling at the tidal wave of oncoming climax. It was too much. Frightened by the height of it, I braced myself for impact as it dragged me under into a release of bliss so pure, so intense, my legs gave out underneath me.
I would have fallen if Von had not held me to him. His tongue slid across the throbbing wound, healing it in one sweep but allowing the tenderness of it to remain, a stinging sensation reminding me of his claim.Mine.
Slowly, he lifted his head. With my blood on his lips and the taste of me in his mouth, he peered down at me, those emerald-green eyes framed in heavy black lashes. I felt a sense of satisfaction seeing the deep, rich color return. His tongue swept over his lips, his eyes closing briefly, and when he opened them—there was nothing human about them. Only beast.
“Do you want a taste?” he asked, lowering his lips just over mine.
I didn’t need to think about it.
My arms wrapped around his neck as my mouth clashed against his, our teeth clacking with the impact. His tongue tangled with mine, and the taste of copper bloomed inside my mouth. I didn’t know if it was because Von was kissing me, but the taste of my blood was somehow sweeter, as if a droplet of honey had been added to it.
I reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, breaking our kiss so I could lift it over his head. His lips came crashing down on mine as I tossed his black tunic carelessly to the ground. His hands moved to my pants, shoving them down while my hands worked on his belt. He snarled when I broke the kiss to get a better look at my fumbling fingers.
“Fuck this,” he growled, and suddenly, my clothes were gone.
Just like that. Not even a snap of his fingers. Just gone. That was going to take some getting used to—then again, with Von, I doubted I would ever get used to these things.
Bark scratched against my skin, grating my already electrified nerves as the cool air drifted over me, stirring a shiver, pebbling my nipples. But it wasn’t just the cool air that was to blame—it was the way Von was looking at me—like I was a juicy red apple, ripe for plucking. Replace the ‘pl’ with an ‘f’ and you get the idea.
Slowly, black lashes lowered, his gaze trailing down the length of my body, my skin catching in his inferno. “So fucking beautiful, Little Goddess,” he murmured darkly.
My gaze snagged on those dangerously stacked abs—so chiselled, I could use them as a washboard. So chiselled, I wanted to rub up all over them. Skin upon skin. Flesh upon flesh.
My fingertips leisurely slid down his torso, exploring, learning—his muscles contracting under my touch. When I reached his pants, I looked up and asked, “Why am I the only one naked?”
Von gave me a sinful smirk, the kind that dropped my heartbeat all the way down to my core—electrifying it. His hand roamed down the length of my body, those ringed fingers slipping between my folds, spreading them, a finger teasing my entrance, testing the wetness, “Because, Little Goddess—” His finger dipped inside. “—you are not ready to have sex with me.”
I gasped at the feel of him, at that intrusive large finger, pushing its way in, claiming and damning me all in one stroke. “What does that mean?” I asked, my voice as shaky as my inhale.
“It means . . .” He pressed a second finger in, stretching me, and I moaned. His were so much better than mine—they were so much bigger, longer. “I’m not like the men you fucked before.” He twirled his fingers just right, working that sacred spot inside—the one that made it hard to stand.
“Von!” I cried out, his sinful ministrations causing my eyes to roll back. My hand grabbed hold of his forearm, and I felt those steely muscles work as he pumped his fingers. There was something about feeling that incredible strength in his arm and knowing what he was doing to me that painted me all shades of wild.
Cool metal bit into the bottom of my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I’m no five incher, Kitten—” He pressed a third finger inside, stretching my walls beyond reason. “—and as much as I need to fuck you, to bury myself in you, to claim you, I have no intentions of doing so until your body is ready for mine.”
