Just enough to taunt and tease without giving her the end result she craved until I decided it was time.
I settled between her thighs, thoroughly tasting her and barely grazing her clit with my teeth. Her fingers found my hair again as she tried to dictate my position, but she soon found I was in charge. I nipped her—not where she wanted—and licked the wound closed. Then I drew my nose down to her femoral artery, just to inhale the sweet scent of her blood and the need coursing through her veins.
She was a writhing mess on the bed, a slight sheen of sweat coating her soft skin.
Perfection.
I drew my nose along the crease of her thigh, inhaling her addictive perfume. It was quickly becoming my favorite aroma.
Placing a kiss on her hip, I began a seductive path up her body, alternating between nibbles, licks, and the gentle press of my lips against her over-sensitized skin. She had tears in her eyes—the good kind—when I finally reached her mouth. Then she attacked me with her tongue, her nails biting into the back of my neck as she devoured me.
It served as a subtle claim for control, one I allowed her because it was hot as fuck. I balanced on my elbows on either side of her head and gave her the access to my body that she craved. She wasn’t shy about what she wanted, her legs wrapping around my hips to draw me closer to her needy little pussy.
I drew out the moment, sliding my dick along her damp seam rather than entering her. It wasn’t the position I had in mind, but I couldn’t deny the intimacy of taking her this way for our first time. It would absolutely not be our last. I had too many ideas of what I wanted to do to her, enough to last an eternity at this rate.
I felt starved for this female.
Insatiable.
Obsessed.
I grabbed her hips, angling her where I wanted, and slid partially inside. Just enough to give her a taste, to allow her to begin to acclimate, and to feel her need clench down around me.
She was immortal now, could take the thrusts I longed to give, but there was something so gratifying about prolonging this moment—our initial joining.
I pulled my mouth away from hers, demanding her attention.
I wanted to watch her expression as I slid home, observe her mounting excitement, see the flicker of uncertainty and pain, and swallow the cry she would eventually release as I began to really move.
She didn’t disappoint, her pupils blown wide with yearning and trust. The nightmares of her past were nowhere near her here. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d forgotten them completely, her focus solely on me.
Her hunger was a palpable presence that forced me to drive into her a fraction of a second faster than I’d originally intended. And yet, it was infallible and precise and everything we needed.
“Ryder,” she breathed, her hips rising to meet mine.
I looked down between us to see where our bodies joined, drawing my shaft out of her to the tip before plunging back in and smiling at her hiss of surprised pain.
“More,” she demanded.
“You really are the perfect pet,” I praised her, doing exactly as she requested and bending to take her mouth as she cried out from my harsher thrust. I’d held back in our sparring lessons, not wanting to hurt her. But my sweet Willow was no longer breakable. At least not in that sense.
However, she would shatter for me now.
Completely.
I kept one of my hands on her hip, teaching her the angle I desired, while my opposite palm went to her throat, claiming her.
She panted against my mouth, my name a whisper between us on repeat as I dictated our brutal pace, pushing her toward that unavoidable edge.
Her nails ripped through my skin, dragging a jagged line down my back as she bowed off the bed, her body on the cusp of ecstasy. I could taste it, feel her walls clenching in undeniable tension as she fought to find her release, to leap into the oblivion awaiting her. She began to quiver, goose bumps dotting her skin, but the inevitable orgasm didn’t come.
Not yet.
Because I controlled it now.
She’d been trained to respond to my bite without realizing it.
And I taunted her with it, nibbling her lip, drawing out her pleasure-pain, waiting… thrusting… taking her to the brink of insanity… there.
I bit down, just enough to release the endorphins into her