Wordless grunts emerged from my throat when he spread my cheeks and I felt the first start of penetration. A soft cry escaped me, almost a wheeze. Bones moaned, grasping my hips. His next thrust breached me and the tip of him slid inside.
He throbbed, or perhaps it was me. Either way, the new sensation was strange and almost disturbing. Bones reached down, rubbing my clit to quickly reignite that heat in me. Then he slowly invaded further into the depths that had never before been crossed.
Another jagged noise left my throat. Bones stopped at once.
“Does this hurt?”
His voice was thick with lust, but he didn’t move as he waited for my response. The fullness inside me wasn’t pain in the strictest sense, but it was indescribably intense. I wasn’t sure if it hurt me, or I liked it, or both.
When I didn’t respond in the affirmative, he asked another question. “Do you want me to stop?”
My voice, when it came, was scratchy and very soft. “No.”
Bones craned his neck to kiss me. His fingers bombarded my flesh while he began to move in and out, slowly, a little deeper each time. I didn’t know if it was the passion in his kiss, his fingers stoking the fire in me, or something else, but when my back arched, I was shocked to find myself moving with him.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Yes... ”
My mind might still be objecting to this new activity, but my body had no morality. Bones increased the motion by infinitesimal degrees, building a gentle rhythm I couldn’t help responding to, while rubbing my clit with every stroke. I dug my nails into his arm, moaning into his mouth, and let a hidden instinct take over.
I didn’t think it was possible. It probably wouldn’t have been possible if I’d been thinking at all, but eventually my release hit me as surely as the astonishment over what caused it.
Bones growled deeply in his throat and abruptly pulled out. A warm wetness spilled onto my thigh moments later.
“Don’t move, luv,” he whispered, voice still vibrating with his climax. “I’ll clean us up.”
Seconds after the unnecessary command, because I didn’t think I could move anything, he drew out a sudsy towel from a nearby bowl and ran it over my thigh. With half-closed eyes, I watched him wipe himself with another cloth after I’d been attended to. Then he threw the rags to the floor and took me in his arms.
He kissed me, biting his tongue so his mouth was flavored with drops of blood that I swallowed as if I were thirsty. That soreness in my throat vanished, which was a plus, but then that flaring heat in me also ebbed. I broke the kiss to look down at my breasts. The puncture marks in my nipples vanished before my eyes. Bones’ blood had healed more than my voice, of course, and I couldn’t help feeling the tiniest bit disappointed.
He smiled when he saw where I was looking. “Oh, Kitten, I’m not nearly done feasting on your flesh. I can’t get enough of that pop when your skin breaks, or the taste of your luscious blood filling my mouth... ”
He proved his statement by biting me in every place he had before, until I was in danger of damaging my voice once again. Not that I cared while I was on top of him, each rock of my body shooting exquisite pleasure into me. Vocal cords? Who needed ’em?
Bones sat up, brought me closer, and sank his fangs into my neck. God, if he didn’t kill me before dawn, I’d be amazed. He drew on the punctures while shifting me on his lap until my legs wrapped around his waist. His thrust brought on another shallow suction, and another, and another, while vaguely I wondered why my skin wasn’t smoking, because it felt like I had to be on fire.
“Bite me, Kitten. Drink me as I drink you.”
I buried my teeth into his neck with far more roughness than he’d shown. There was a giving way of skin—yes, a pop—and then blood filled my mouth. It was warm, heated from being in my body minutes before, but irrevocably altered after being in his. We drank from each other, me more deeply, and nothing seemed separate anymore. His body was my body, his blood my blood, our blood, and it flowed back and forth between us with every swallow.
Scent began to fill my nose. Colors sharpened, becoming clearer. My heartbeat, which had sounded loud before, now practically deafened me. Just as an overwhelming hunger hit, Bones wrenched me away.
“No more.”
In fury I clawed him to get to his throat. He slammed me back on the mattress, tearing into me with an unbridled vehemence that still wasn’t enough. There was a creak as the bed broke under us.
“Goddammit, Bones, give me more!” I roared, and didn’t know if I called out for blood, or sex, or both.
“Is that all the fight you’ve got?” he taunted me.
I laid open his back with my nails, trying to lick his blood off my hands from the scratches. He held my wrists together and plunged repeatedly inside me, his throat tantalizingly near. I wanted that throat in my mouth. Wanted to tear it and feel his blood spilling into me, overflowing me, covering me. Something had taken over inside me, and it was clawing to get out.