Midnight Bite(46)By: Cynthia Eden
Any fucking thing we want.
The first climax hit her as he worked her with his mouth. She cried out and arched her hips against him. He licked and sucked and drove his fingers into her as she came, heightening her pleasure.
Before the aftershocks had even stopped, he plunged into her, filling her with his heavy cock. Thrusting so deep. Her legs locked around him, and she turned her head to the side, offering her neck, wanting his bite.
She’d always want him.
Their fingers laced together. In and out, he pounded into her, and her eager sex clamped greedily around him. Over and over.
His fangs sank into her neck.
Pleasure erupted, and she screamed his name.
He kept plunging into her as she rode out her second climax.
Then she was pushing Devereaux onto his back. Keeping him inside her but moving so that she was on top. Her knees were on either side of his body. Her hands flat on his chest. He was lodged fully inside of her. Deep and thick.
“Sweetheart, I am so close—”
Lark bit him. She sank her fangs into his neck and shoved her hips down against him. When he came, he roared her name.
And she didn’t care who heard them.
They were bonded, they were mated, and they’d be together forever.
Her breathing heaved out as her heart raced. She licked his neck, catching the drops of blood there, savoring them, and then her head lifted so that she could stare into his eyes.
“I think the after party can wait a while,” Lark told him. Any fucking thing we want. “Because I want more of you.”
His laughter rumbled in his chest. “Love, I’m yours…”
Yes, he was.
Just as she belonged to him.
“Ready for another round?” Devereaux growled.
New Year’s Resolution Number One: Don’t be afraid to say…yes.
She stared into his eyes. “Yes.”