When he followed her look to where his cock stood hard and heavy, he almost choked. Rose had never sucked him. She had been a virgin on their wedding night, and he hadn’t suggested it then, but now . . .
Rose pressed him back into the mattress. “Don’t move.”
“I can’t promise that,” he answered.
“I might have to bite you if you do.”
Her words coupled with the lusty gaze she ran over him, made his heart pound into his throat.
“You don’t like biting,” he reminded her, even though he knew that tonight she would bite him as part of their bonding ritual.
“We’ll find out,” she murmured and dropped between his spread legs, lowering her head to his erection.
As she gripped his eager shaft, his entire body jerked involuntarily.
“So impatient,” she said and licked over the head of it.
Rose barely heard his words, his taste and smell drugging her. She knew instantly that she’d missed out on something by never having licked his gorgeous cock, and promised herself not to make the same mistake twice. Without letting him recover from the first lick, she wrapped her lips around the throbbing head and slid down on it, taking him into her mouth in one long and smooth glide.
With a harsh breath he let out a curse. “Fuck, Rose! You’re killing me!”
She pulled back and blew air against his hard flesh. “Shhhh.”
Then she descended again, sliding her tongue against the smooth underside of it to capture more of his taste.
Her hands released his thighs, which she’d gripped tightly, and now moved upwards, one cradling his balls. As she scraped her fingernails lightly against the soft sac, Quinn moaned and pumped his hips, demanding more.
Her other hand gripped the base of his shaft and together with her mouth, moved up and down on it.
“Oh God, Rose!”
Her own body throbbed in concert with Quinn’s heartbeat. Tasting his arousal, allowing his scent to engulf her, to drown her, turned her own body into an inferno despite the fact that Quinn wasn’t touching her. His hands were gripping the sheets, his sharp claws slicing them to pieces. The cords in his neck bulged from the obvious effort not to scream out as she unleashed more wicked caresses on him.
Still, she wanted more, couldn’t get enough of him, of licking his aroused flesh, of giving him pleasure and igniting her own in its wake. How had she ever lived without this, without Quinn? It had only been half a life. But starting tonight, she would live to the fullest, the way it was meant to be. No more holding back, no more regrets.
As she sucked him harder into her mouth, she suddenly felt him pull away from her.
“Stop it, Rose!” he cried out and freed himself.
A split second later, he catapulted off the bed, his eyes staring at her, full of untamed lust. It thrilled her to see him like that. She ran her eyes over his naked body, admiring his hard muscles, and particularly the one that now pointed straight at her.
“Am I not doing it right?” she asked coquettishly.
He growled in response and moved behind her, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them. She fell forward, landing on all fours.
“You’re doing it too well, but then, you already knew that, my wicked wife, didn’t you?”
Her tongue came out to lick her lips. “You taste good.”
“Just good?” he asked and moved between her legs, nudging his iron-hard cock against her core.
“Delicious actually, but then, you already knew that, my wicked husband, didn’t you?”
On her last word, he drove into her with one perfect thrust. Had he not held her hips in a vice grip, she could have flown off the bed on the other side.
His cock, long and hard, reached all the way to her womb, his balls slapping against her flesh, the sound amplifying in her ears.
“You’re mine, Rose!”
His words knocked at the door to her heart, which already stood wide open, asking him to enter.
“Always have been, always will be,” Quinn added as he pulled from her sheath, only to plunge back in with more force.
Her sex clenched at each thrust and each withdrawal, and her clit throbbed in the same rhythm as her heartbeat.
“I’m yours,” she murmured between pants.
And he was hers. She felt it with every fiber of her body. Her heart filled to the brim with love, with trust, and with the knowledge that they had a future together.
“I want your blood,” she confessed. “I want it now.”
He pulled from her sheath only long enough to turn her onto her back, then settled between her legs again. As he looked down at her, she noticed his fangs elongate. Excitement filled her as she sensed her own fangs descend, longing for a bite.