Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
I urge him to spin around, and he complies, his back hitting the door. I latch onto this intimate moment with him, to everything storming my soul, and drop to my knees. My eyes flicker up to his as I undo his belt and drop his pants and boxer briefs.
“Fuck, Annika. You said you were hungry.”
“I am,” I explain, gripping his hardened cock in my hand. “For you. In every single way imaginable.” It’s as much as I can say without coming out and telling him I love him. I can’t tell him, not now. Not when I don’t know where he stands. Sure, he may want to satisfy my lust and thirst, but that doesn’t mean he wants me for an eternity. And this…this won’t solidify the bond. Not without us both intentionally accepting it. This is fair game between us.
I wrap my lips around his cock and suck him into my mouth before that uncertainty can steal my courage away. God, he tastes good, like salt and heat and pure Dagon.
“Annika,” he groans, fingers threading through my strands as I move my mouth up and down on him. “Fuck.”
I relish the sounds he’s making, the way he’s reduced to clipped words as he thrusts into my mouth. I whimper a little, my eyes watering at his sheer size. Relaxing, I take him deeper, worshiping the male as he’s done to me so many times. He deserves to know how cherished he is, how much I want this life with him, even if I can’t find the courage to say the words aloud.
“Annika,” he growls as I tease his thick head with my tongue. He tugs on my hair, the move making him pop out of my mouth, and before I can protest, he’s hauling me to my feet and hiking up my dress, plunging himself inside me with one smooth thrust.
“Dagon,” I sigh his name as he bottoms out inside me, spinning our positions so now I’m the one pinned against the door. My fangs punch out, throbbing with each deep stroke he delivers.
“Take what you need from me,” he groans, pumping into me relentlessly as he turns his head, exposing his neck.
I hesitate, my entire being held on a precipice. Feeding and fucking is deeply intimate. It means something. And he’s my mate. This will mean more. Does he understand that?
His eyes meet mine as he slows his thrusts, the sure strokes igniting an internal flame that threatens to combust. I dig my nails into his shoulders, bracing myself as my heart races.
“Dagon,” I groan. “Are you sure? It’s…you know what it means. It’s not an acceptance, but it’s…it’s…” I can’t gather my words, not when he’s dragging himself out of me only to plunge in again in the most delicious way.
“I understand, Annika. Bite,” he demands. “Drink. I want to feed you.”
His words break me.
I sink my fangs into his neck, moaning as his hot, thick blood fills my mouth. God, it’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. It’s fire and lightning and the ocean and a cool breeze all at once. It’s sweet and spicy and addictive.
“Fuck, yes, baby.” He increases his thrusts, timing his pumps to each time I pull in another mouthful. My head spins with pleasure as I jerk back, gasping for breath as I see stars.
“Dagon,” I moan, shifting my sleeve up and exposing my wrist as I bring it to his lips.
His fangs are already out and he doesn’t make me beg. He holds his pace as he sinks his fangs into my flesh.
I explode in a wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep away my entire being. His bite is my undoing.
Every deep pull he takes of my blood, makes my orgasm more intense. My entire body shakes with pleasure-filled tingles as I turn liquid for this male.
“Yes,” I gasp, clinging to him as he hardens in me another degree. “Yes, please, Dagon. God.”
He takes another pull from my wrist before licking the wounds closed, drawing back to meet my gaze. Our lips are stained with each other, but he doesn’t hesitate to claim my mouth, our flavors mixing in an intoxicating melody that sends me crashing over another sharp edge.
The bond between us tightens and buzzes, begging for acknowledgement. Begging for acceptance, but I drown it in my power to quiet it.
He hasn’t said he wants the eternal bond, and neither have I. We’re playing the denial game so well right now. And I’m lost in the pleasure he’s delivering.
“Dagon,” I gasp as he finds his release inside me, pounding into me until we’re both limp and sated.
He kisses me softer then, slower, his pupils blown out so there’s no blue showing, his fangs stained red.
I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.
I love him.
And I know in that moment, for me, there’s no going back.