“Touch me here.” She pushed our hands beneath the silk, across the little strip of curls I felt, and into her heat.

I hissed out a breath. She was hot, smooth, and so fucking slippery that I nearly lost it and came. I ground my teeth and kept my fingers there, unmoving, as she withdrew her hand. Get ahold of yourself.

“I’m wet,” she whispered, like it was a sin.

“You’re fucking divine.” I dipped my fingers, stroking her from her entrance to the nub of her clit. She gripped my shoulders and dug in hard, a sharp cry on her lips. “Is this what you want? For me to stroke you between your thighs?”

She nodded.

I kissed her softly. “You want my finger on your clit?” I circled the swollen bud of nerves.

“Yes!” She bit into her lower lip, her fangs distended.

The ecstasy on her face was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Do you want my fingers inside you?” I slid down to her pussy.

“Yes!” She rocked her hips.

This was a fuuuuuucking bad idea, but I couldn’t make myself stop. I had to know her, had to feel her, had to be the first inside her, even if it was only like this. I pushed one finger into her, and she squeezed. “So fucking tight,” I growled, my hips bucking in pure, primal instinct.

Fucking hell, my cock hurt.

But I didn’t care, not if it meant touching her, easing her.

“Oh God, Hawke.” She rolled a little, and I got the point, sliding a second finger in. She was slick, but so snug I knew I’d have to work my cock inside her with more than one thrust.

You’re not getting your cock inside her.

“Ride.” I withdrew my fingers and thrust again, using my other hand at her hip to guide her hips.

Take her. Taste her. Claim her.

The scent and feel of her drove my instincts to the breaking point, and for the first time, I felt…fear, not that they’d break, but that I would.

She rocked, and I fucked her with my fingers, rubbing the heel of my hand into her clit.

Her breathy little cry was music to my ears, and the worst sort of torture.

“I wish this was my tongue.”

“Your tongue?” Her eyes flared as her muscles went tense, her thighs locking on either side of me.

I nodded, the movement jerky. My breaths had increased with hers, my pulse skyrocketing as she rode my hand. “I would eat this pussy like a fucking meal,” I growled. “Can you imagine that, Princess? My tongue on your clit? My mouth drinking you down?”

Her thighs trembled. She was close.

“You would want that?” She locked those blue orbs on mine like she was looking for the lie.

“I dream about that.” I thrust harder, wanting to get her there, but keeping her on the edge just to make it last longer.

Her lips parted, but she didn’t blush.

I blinked, sending my senses along that tiny golden thread that was doing its damndest to link us. She was on fire with need and desire…and something else. Something just as demanding. Something that burned in my own chest, like the hunger that had brought me to her throat in the library. She tipped her head back in pleasure, her fangs gleaming and white.

“Oh shit, you need to feed, don’t you?”

Her eyes snapped to mine. “You don’t have to. I mean, I know you’ve never offered—”

Fuck yes.

No, I’d never offered myself to anyone. Feeding someone meant they could track you for as long as their blood remained in your body. It was a liability. It was…intimate. And I wanted it with her. Wanted my blood flowing in her veins. Wanted to be whatever she needed.

I gripped the back of her head and brought her to my throat, feeling naked even though I was still fully clothed. “Feed, Avianna. Take whatever you need.”

She bit.

My hips arched as a lightning bolt of pleasure struck down my spine. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Every draw from her mouth had my cock screaming, my back bowing.

I strummed her clit with my thumb and when her thighs shook again, I worked her hard, sending her over the edge as she came. Her pussy gripped my fingers tight, fluttering and spasming around me as though she was working my cock.

She yelled, my neck muffling the sound, then struck again with her fangs, continuing to feed.

I stroked her through the orgasm and felt it build again. She came, and came again while at my throat, the orgasms rolling from one to the next while she fed.

Finally, and all too soon, she went limp against me. Sated and lazy, she licked my neck, sealing her bite, and for a second, I wished that she’d sucked a mark into the skin so that I could wear her brand the same way she wore mine.

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