Page 39 of Bleeding Love

A wicked grin blossomed on his face before he kneeled between my legs. His tongue was colder than I remembered, countering the searing hot fire that was burning in my veins. He wasn’t patient or gentle like the last time. He ate like a man starving, lapping with his tongue, sucking and biting until I was writhing and trying to get away. His arms kept me locked down long after I screamed with my release.

“Please, please,” I whimpered as he ran his tongue slowly over my cunt again. He raised his head just enough to look at me, eyebrow raised. “Please, fuck me already!” When he didn’t move, I gave him a begging look. “Please!”

His lips twitched like he was about to smile and finally, he rose up, adjusting between my legs. I held back a sigh of relief, watching his cock twitch in anticipation, but even as I spread my legs open for him, he didn’t move any closer. Instead, his hand slipped over my mount, covering it completely, just like he had done several times before. Like he was laying a claim on it, leaving a mark, a spell.

Then he slipped his fingers inside, driving them deep until my back was arching. Again and again, he plunged them in and out, curling them to reach the spot that had my eyes crossing. But this wasn’t what I wanted, this wasn’t enough. And I was sick of waiting.

I reached for my magic and willed the air behind him to grow denser, heavier, pushing him toward me. He bucked in surprise, looking over his shoulder as if expecting to see someone there, then his eyes narrowed on me.

“Do it already!” I snarled, grabbing his hand, and tried to push it out of me. “I want your cock, not…”

I didn’t get to finish because his other hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing it until it was hard to speak. I stared up at him with surprise, fear and excitement coiling in my chest while he leaned closer. His fangs were protruding from his lips, almost gleaming in the dark.

“Release your magic and do not touch it,” he said in a low, commanding tone. “It won’t get you what you want. Not from me.” He raised an eyebrow expectantly, fingers tightening to my skin—not enough to stop my airflow but enough to make me dizzy. Reluctantly, I did as I was told, but my breathing refused to settle. “Good little witch,” Roman purred, lowering his lips to my neck. He didn’t bite me. “You will learn,” his fingers dipped inside of me again, curling harder in search of that spot again, “to take what is given to you, when it’s given to you,” he continued, his movements turning faster, rougher, while his mouth showered my neck with kisses. I screamed as I came again, legs closing around his hand while my body convulsed through the waves of pleasure.

A tear slipped down my cheek from the sheer intensity of the feeling, and when I felt Roman lick it, I opened my eyes. His face was close, dark eyes staring at me with hunger and…something that made me still and hold my breath while he lowered his mouth to mine.

He shifted between my legs, his tongue grew bolder, faster, more demanding. I was gasping by the time I felt his cock press at my entrance, and screaming by the time he pushed inside of me. He cradled me against his chest as he slid in and out with slow, fluid movements, giving me time to adjust.

I had been with a lot of men before, too many to remember, but this had been a first. The way he moved, the way he touched, the way he fucked—it was so purposeful and deliberate, as if his goal in life was my pleasure and my pleasure alone. For someone who barely knew me, he quickly found all the right places to caress, to kiss, to bite.

I felt full, happy, and…loved.

Fear pierced the fog of pleasure and I tried to pull away, but Roman pinned me down and thrust harder, like he was trying to tell me there was no escape from this. From him.

I pushed the fear away as I looked up at the man touching me with so much care, I could hardly believe his heart was dead and his mouth was made for killing, not making love. As if sensing my attention, he focused his eyes on me—half red, half black— and slowed, hesitation overtaking his expression almost like he could feel mine.

“Bite me,” I whispered, and his eyebrows creased with confusion. “Bite me, Roman,” I continued, and the red spread as his fangs jugged out again, ready and eager. “That’s why you told me your name, isn’t it? So I can beg you to bite me?”

His lips quirked up. He sat up, bringing me with him, until I was straddling his legs, our bodies still deeply joined.

“I thought you said it’d be a cold day in hell before that happened?” he snickered, lowering his mouth to my neck and leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all the way down to my collarbone.

“Maybe it is,” I said, catching his shoulders as I slid up and down his cock. He groaned quietly, tightening his hold on my hips until he was so deep inside of me, I thought I might die. I felt his eyes on me again. The hesitation in them startled me, making me realize that this wasn’t just a silly play for him. Asking him to bite me was important to him in a way I was yet to understand. And still…I smiled as I bared my neck and added, “Please, Roman. Bite me.”

He let out a shuddering breath. Dragging his finger over my skin, he paused it where my neck and shoulder met.

“Here,” he whispered before kissing the spot. I closed my eyes and nodded, preparing for the pain. He didn’t bite right away. His hand tightened on my hip, nudging me to move, and as the pleasure started coursing through us both again, he sank his teeth in.

I cried out, more in surprise than pain, but didn’t stop him. Even when I grew lightheaded and my desire turned into a blaze that threatened to destroy me from within, I didn’t stop clinging to him and whispering his name. I couldn’t remember much of what came next, only that he lay me down and kept going until we were both fully spent.

The thought of leaving his arms as he gathered me against him didn’t even cross my mind.

Chapter 19

Roman

“Youmonster,I’mgoingto kill you when I get these cuffs off!” Celeste snarled, and I smirked, because, for all her supposed anger, there was no bite in her words. I easily dodged her hand as she tried to smack me, grabbing her wrists and twisting them both behind her back before thrusting deeper into her ass. She cried out and my smile widened—that wasn’t a cry of pain, either.

“I told you not to make me chase you,” I said while I pressed my free hand on the middle of her back, bending her fully over the table before thrusting back in. She cried out again as she moved to meet my thrusts.

“I wasn’t…!” she started but quickly trailed off when my hand slipped between her legs. Dipping into the wetness that was dripping between her thighs, I drew my fingers across her clit until only moans were coming out of her mouth.

She looked so lovely bent over with her skirts rolled to her waist that it was no surprise I was more aroused than usual. Not to mention the cuffs…

It had taken me by surprise when she first brought them over and asked me to put them on her the next time we had sex. Apparently, things felt different without her magic. More intense.

I didn’t believe that for a second. At first, I thought she just wanted to recreate that time in the house, but discarded the idea. Then I thought she wanted to be overpowered, completely at my mercy, but that didn’t feel right either, considering even with her magic she could hardly match me physically. But what really convinced me there was something going on in that head of hers was that often she would keep the cuffs on, even after we were done. She’d sleep with them or walk around the house with them, even work, which made no sense since she needed her magic for spells. But she said nothing and so did I. She was going to tell me when she was ready.