Night Huntress 02 - One Foot in the Grave

He laughed softly. “Oh yes. Much more.”

 

 

Anticipation heightened within me when Bones parted my legs and moved between them, one arm underneath my hips. His mouth was so close, but he didn’t do what I wanted him to. Instead he started nuzzling my thigh.

 

“Bones, please.” The request was ragged. I needed to feel his tongue inside me. Probing me. Licking me.

 

“Not yet.”

 

The breath from his words teased me, causing the ache to expand. I gritted my teeth, mentally cursing him.

 

“Yes. Now.”

 

“Not yet.”

 

I was actually going to argue, caught up in a whirlwind of lust from the heat running through me, when Bones bit into my thigh.

 

My whole body arched, and I inadvertently pulled on the bonds holding me. More liquid fire cascaded in me, tripled by the new flames in my leg, and I came with an internal spasm that left me trembling. Holy shit! He hadn’t even touched me between my legs, and here I was shaking from a 9.0 on the orgasm scale.

 

Bones’ mouth left my thigh, which was throbbing so hard, it felt like my artery was trying to shove his juices through my veins. I didn’t even have time to catch my breath when a dominating lick deep within me took it away. With his arm under my hips, he pressed me closer, his mouth greedily ravishing my pink flesh. My head fell back while my moans got even louder. Another climax drew near, accelerated by his tongue swirling and stabbing inside me, and then he abruptly stopped.

 

“Not yet!” I cried in blind need.

 

“Hold still.”

 

Bones’ arms hardened around me until I was immobilized from the waist down. A rasp of his mouth against my flesh made me tremble, and then he sealed it over my clitoris and sucked slowly. Deliberately. Even through the numbing ecstasy, something about the way he did it darted trepidation inside me. He couldn’t mean to... ?

 

There was a split second of clarity when I felt his fangs penetrate, and then nothing but white-hot fire. Dimly I felt more suction and heard ear-splitting shrieks, but couldn’t register who made them. One after the other the orgasms convulsed me, shattering me from the inside out. Everything burned and then exploded, only to burn again. Eventually I fell back into awareness, and found the frenzied cries to be coming from me.

 

My blindfold was off. The strips of his shirt that had held me to the bed frame were severed, and apparently I had torn up the sheets around us. Bones had me pinned underneath him, restrained by his body. The last haze lifted, and his face came into focus.

 

He wore a purely masculine smile that had passed smug and hovered near conceited. I couldn’t stop shaking, especially when he kissed me and I tasted blood and other things on his tongue.

 

“Oh, Kitten,” he growled. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed that. I’ve already spilled myself inside you, bloody hell, I thought you’d castrate me with your pleasure. Do you know how long you’ve been whipping around from the effects of my bite?”

 

Not a clue. “Five minutes?”

 

To my shock, my voice was hoarse and nearly unrecognizable. He chuckled.

 

“Try twenty, give or take a few. The police have already come and gone; Annette sent them away. I think the neighbors thought someone was being murdered.”

 

“Huh?” I croaked, and then gasped when he moved lower and thrust fully inside me with one stroke. That gasp turned into a cry when his pelvis ground into my bitten, throbbing clitoris. It felt like lightning just struck me below the waist.

 

He groaned in satisfaction. “Feels hot, doesn’t it?”

 

That didn’t even begin to describe it. “It burns. Burns. God, Bones, it feels so good!” My vehemence surprised me on an internal level, but skin-deep, I wanted more. Needed more, and wasn’t shy about telling him.

 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

 

Bones moved harder, faster, and I reveled in his fierceness. Every thrust sent new heat blasting into me, making me almost insane with desire. His chest flattened my breasts, pressing on my nipples, and he clamped his hands around my wrists. The combined pressures sent me spinning into another orgasm, and yet it still wasn’t enough. I urged him on in between shouts, crying out for more until I couldn’t speak, and when he came, I joined him with a scream that took most of my voice with it.

 

Bones pulled out of me and left the bed, but I hardly noticed. I couldn’t move, and my heart was beating so rapidly, I felt certain it was dangerous.

 

He came back moments later, turning me until I lay on my side. His fingers slid between my thighs with something liquid but thicker coating them. He kissed my neck, and then smeared the substance into the crease of my buttocks.

 

I trembled. Oh God. I knew what he intended.

 

Bones curled his body along the length of mine, positioning. “It’s all right, Kitten, don’t fret. Relax... ”

 

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