charge through my body, but he doesn’t bite down. He moves lower, his ravenous mouth laying waste to the lines of my collarbones, making my nipples peak in response. Then he’s moving lower still, his large hands grabbing fistfuls of my twisted, torn skirt and shoving it upward until he’s kneeling between my legs with nothing but my panties between him and my core.
My pussy clenches hard as his hot breath ghosts over my skin, and I jerk in shock as he shreds the delicate lace of my underwear with a quick slash of his teeth. One hand yanks the destroyed fabric away, tossing it to the side as he buries his face between my legs.
Just like the way he kissed me, there’s something brutal and unrestrained about it, not a single thing held back. I’m already wet as fuck from having his tongue in my mouth and his lips and teeth all over my neck, and instead of just licking me, he smells me, dragging his nose through my folds and nudging it against my clit in a way that makes me whimper.
“You smell just as good as I remember,” he murmurs roughly, and I blink up at the ceiling in confusion.
When…?
Oh. When he drank from me. I was so turned on then that even without his face buried between my legs, he could smell my arousal.
My breath comes faster, and I rock my hips against the cool, hard floor, seeking out more pressure and friction right where I need it.
Rome’s nose brushes my clit again, and his tongue delves inside me briefly, but then he pulls back. I’m whimpering, almost mindless with the need to feel him again, and when he puts his mouth on me again, I gasp.
Because it’s not where I expected it.
Instead of licking my pussy, his tongue drags up the inside of my thigh. I bite my lip at the agonizing tease, goosebumps spreading out over my skin. He laps at me again, but this time I feel the drag of teeth too, and that’s even better. Even closer to the thing I didn’t even know I needed until now.
“Rome,” I pant, clenching my hands into fists to keep myself from reaching down and shoving his face against my leg. Some part of me still can’t admit I like this so much, or that I need it so badly. “Fuck…”
He doesn’t give me what I want, and he doesn’t pay any attention to my words. He just keeps teasing me, warming me up with his tongue and his breath before pulling away enough to let the air cool my heated skin. He switches to my other leg, his teeth scraping against the tender flesh of my inner thigh, and my clit throbs wildly as I feel arousal seep from me in a gush that I can’t even control.
I keep squeezing my eyes shut and then opening them, trying to block everything else out before giving in to the fierce desire to watch him take me apart like this. He doesn’t look up at me, focused entirely on his task as he pushes me closer and closer to the inferno I know is waiting.
My whole body is tingling, a warm rush of pleasure spreading through me in what I know is a precursor to an orgasm, and I dig my heels into the floor as my mouth falls open.
And then, finally, Rome bites.
His teeth sink into my thigh just like his cock might sink into my pussy, solid and smooth and invasive but so, so welcome.
My breath stops as the pleasure inside me finally crests, and I tremble all over as Rome slides two thick fingers inside me. He can already tell I’m wet and slick for him, so he doesn’t go slow, doesn’t ease me into it. He just fucks me with them hard and fast as his lips clamp around my thigh and his throat moves, welcoming the blood that fills his mouth.
Ecstasy keeps crashing through me, the height of the orgasm seeming to last forever instead of cresting and fading like it normally does. Some insane part of me wonders if he’s drinking my pleasure, consuming it right along with my blood, tasting and devouring everything he’s making me feel.
When the waves of sensation finally stop slamming into me, my body goes lax against the stone. My eyelids are only half open, but I force my eyes to focus as I watch Rome slowly release my inner thigh from his mouth. Streaks