Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
A price I want paid in blood.
Preferably his.
Arching up, I try to capture his lips again, but he shoves me back down to the bed.
Looming over me with some of his black hair falling in front of his eyes, he says, “Then you must be punished.”
“Punished?” I repeat in confusion.
Then I gasp when his head dips down and he licks the mark between my breasts.
Purposely taking his time, he slowly laps his tongue up the red figure eight, throwing me back into the throes of extreme ecstasy.
My blood boils inside my veins and my middle is filled with so much liquid heat I fear it will burst through my skin.
When he finally finishes, I push my hands against his chest and screech, “You’re the beast!”
Chuckling, he ignores my pushing hands and runs his tongue down my body, occasionally taking a little nip.
Reaching where my shirt is still buttoned, he simply rips it open and continues his descent.
Panting to catch my breath, I watch the top of his head, wondering when he’ll stop and kiss me again.
Once he reaches the waistband of my pants, I give a little buck of my hips, urging him to come back up and give me his lips.
But he only chuckles again.
Grabbing my waistband, he rips through it as if it’s made of paper.
“Hey,” I grumble, not understanding his intention. “Did I give you permission to do that?”
Tipping his chin up to look at me, he smirks. “No.”
Then he grabs my panties and shreds them, too.
My jaw drops in surprise.
He just completely revealed my… my… private parts.
Reaching down, I grab him by his hair and try to yank him back up.
But it has absolutely no effect.
His smirk sharpening, he says, “I don’t need permission.”
Then his head dips again.
I slam my knees together, blocking him. “Don’t you dare bite me down there!”
Grabbing both of my thighs, he easily spreads them apart before his face disappears between them.
“Trust me, you’re going to like this,” I feel him breathe against me, and can’t fight the shiver that rushes up my spine.
“I already hate—” I start to say.
Only to cut myself off when I feel the first stroke of his tongue against my clit.
Like he licked my mark, he purposely drags his tongue slowly upwards, catching the tip on it before releasing me.
Exhaling a gush of air I didn’t realize I was holding, I yank on his hair again.
Growling in irritation, his tongue lashes hard at my clit as if to punish me. Then his movements become faster and faster.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” I hear myself crying out, but it sounds faraway to my ears.
Drowned out by all the pleasure he’s attacking me with.
Not only am I losing myself in the warm, wet rapture of his mouth on me, I get to experience how much he’s personally enjoying it at the same time.
How the taste of me is sweeter than any blood he’s ever drank.
And he can’t get enough of it.
It’s driving him into such a frenzy, he almost forgets his original purpose.
When he slowly pushes a finger inside me, stretching me open, my hips buck up, shoving my pussy into his face.
Half-groaning, half-growling, his mouth and tongue move at a speed no human could hope to match.
And I’m no longer yanking on his hair.
I’m clawing at the top of his head as I experience a bliss so intense I’m about to explode.
“Do it,” he urges inside my head. “Come on my face.”
He pushes another finger inside me, pumping them both in and out as he continues to focus his mouth on my clit.
Unable to stand it anymore, my walls squeeze around his fingers, trying to hold them in just before he yanks them out.
Then a dam inside me bursts open.
Throwing my head back, I cry at the heavens as ecstasy embraces me and carries me away.
When I finally return to my body, I become aware of him pressing his face harder into me and licking and swallowing every drop of my release. As if he doesn’t want any of it to go to waste.
Overly sensitive, I jerk, twitch, and beg him to, “Please stop. It’s too much.”
Instantly pulling away, he lifts his head and licks the last of my wetness from his lips.
Then he grins that devilish grin of his and prowls back up my body.
If my eyes weren’t still glazed over from the orgasm, I’d probably feel like prey again.
“You did so good,” he purrs out loud.
Then he purrs, “You’re such a good girl,” inside my mind.
Something inside me preens at his praise. Loving it and wanting more of it.
“You deserve a reward,” he declares a moment before he sinks his fangs into his bottom lip.
A drop of his blood drips onto my mouth before he lowers his head and kisses me with all the passion he’s kept pent-up inside himself.