She moistened her lips, and he grated, “Fuck, you make me hard when you do that.” His accent was heavier than she’d ever heard it. They felt swollen, aching as much as her fangs. Through the thick fabric of her robe, he kneaded one of her breasts. Her eyes flashed open when his other hand glided to her chest. “My vampire loves her baneblood, thinks it sweet.”
More: A vampire meets a dominatrix she can’t resist He rubbed it on her face, along her cheekbones and jawline. “Vampire, I’m going to have you begging for me.” He leaned forward as if to check on the cuffs, putting that line of blood in front of her face.īlood had dried on his thumb, the scent remaining. “It’ll make it that much better when I win!” She fought to get free, but they were unbreakable. “What the hell?” The cuffs from before? He’d attached them to a chain leading from the wall.
He grabbed her arms with his unnatural speed and tossed her to her back, securing her wrists in metal. She couldn’t believe he was giving her his dark blood this easily. Gaze fixed on that line, she went to her knees, climbing over to join him. “Come and get it, dove.” Then he drew a line directly over that maddening pulse point in his neck. He curled that pricked finger, summoning her. The scent filled the air, making her light-headed. He used a claw to prick his finger, and a bead arose. With a lethal grace, Rune lay back on the other side of the bed, all seven feet of flawless demon physique.
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