Marvels and Misfits (Trixie Towers #1) - Scarlett Dawn Page 0,43
blood tasted just like his scent, but only more potent. I was on a honeysuckle hormone high.
He flipped his head back up, and his hair flew behind him once again, leaving my face tingling in the cool air.
He ordered sharply, “Open your eyes.”
My eyes snapped open.
“Do you like my blood on your tongue?” he asked roughly, rolling his hips slowly, making me feel every single bit of his cock. “Everyone who has ever made me bleed, I have taken their heart from their chest and crushed their Fae-spark to nothing.”
The taste of his blood didn’t sour in my mouth at his words, but I released my hold on him as a memory smashed into my mind. My brows puckered in suspicion and nausea began to churn in my stomach, despite the urge pushing this on. I shoved his healed hand off my mouth and stared hard into his solid black eyes while he continued to slowly fuck me. I no longer responded to the pleasured pain of our joining.
His gaze roamed my features. He smirked.
With his blood coating my lips, I asked directly, “Were you there the night my grandmother Isabella was murdered? Was it you who did the actual killing?”
“I do enjoy handling business myself,” he stated with cruel pleasure. “But, alas, that was not me. Your grandmother never made me bleed.”
The urge rushed over my mind when relief ran through my veins, making me shiver with its strength. “Why did you say that then? Are you planning to kill me now?”
“I have no current plans to kill you, Princess.” King Athon leaned down and licked away his blood staining my lips. He whispered, “But I do like when you scream.”
My arms wrapped around his shoulders just as he stopped his slow grinds, altering to harsh, brutal thrusts, guaranteed to hit my clit.
“Oh my Fae, just like that.”
The shifter king followed my plea.
“Just like that?” he whispered against my lips.
“Yes,” I moaned while my stomach clenched.
I pressed my mouth against his more firmly and drove my tongue into his mouth. His rasping groan buzzed against my lips as he tipped his head to the side. His hot tongue met mine in a warm, leisurely caress, unlike the hard pounding down below, where he filled me again and again and again, unrelenting, and mind-blowing. The wet slap of our bodies connecting curled my toes from the titillation, the hard beat naughty and dirty and depraved.
I ran my fingers up the back of his neck and up into his hair, clenching fistfuls to trap him close lest he decided to end the kiss any faster than I wished.
A ‘submissive’ I was not right now.
I hooked my heels under the bottom of his muscled ass and shoved him to move harder and harder.
“More?” he breathlessly questioned as he tilted his head the other way, licking the corner of my mouth.
“Fae yes. Give me more.”
King Athon’s own hands slid behind my head and yanked my hair brutally, jerking my head back, and baring my throat. His killer hands held me immobile, painfully so, and his blunt teeth started nibbling at my jaw and traveling down to my throat. Harsh, punishing bites closed in on my tender flesh until he opened his mouth wide and bit the entire side of my neck, holding me hostage—with his hands, his fierce mouth, his heavy body, and his thrusting cock.
I groaned, “Yes.”
The shifter king held onto my neck with his deadly teeth. Tiny grunts of need vibrated in his throat, his admissions of pleasure flourishing with each fierce drive of his hips against mine. He released one hand from my hair and slid it down my side. The shifter king grabbed one of my legs to hook over his arm, opening me up further so he could get deeper where he wanted.
It was also my spot far inside that he was hitting like he already knew my body personally. He groaned softly against my neck, but bit me even harder, drawing blood to the surface. He released his hold on my neck to leisurely lick away every little drop of crimson that he’d caused.
My body began to tighten underneath his, and my legs started to tremble. My quick panting breaths were all I could do to suck in oxygen. I groaned and pressed my pelvis harder against his, and he swiftly altered his drives to grind against my clit and pump his dick so far into me that I screamed his name.