him. "You were the boy."
He looked at her quickly, then tensed. "You were awake."
She sat up and pushed her hair from her eyes with unsteady hands. "You woke me up. For the record, I think it was mutant haters that tried to splatter me, not vigilantes, though I’ve had my share of those, too. They’re going to remember Icki." Her eyes narrowed. "And I’m going to remember them." A moment passed before she looked up and assessed him. "You said you owe me. Are you willing to bite me, then?"
He canted his head. Tension lines bracketed his mouth as he stared back. Something in her manner had changed. She was harder, more like the woman who had first entered his life with an explosive birthday card. He didn’t trust the change, didn’t know what to predict of this alter ego. "It’s not that simple, but yes."
A faint, mocking smile twisted her lips as she rose to her feet. "You won’t get a bride out of the deal, Drac. I’m not going to do that to you." Her hands went to the buttons on her borrowed shirt, quickly working them free to just below her navel. Her blue eyes dilated and her breathing quickened as she sank to her knees before him in a flutter of white. "I have to arouse you, don’t I?"
"Bali...." he said warningly. Slender hands crept up and slowly circled his thighs, moving in a light caress. He sucked in a slow breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Certain she didn’t know what she was doing, he forced them open and looked down at her. "If I bite you, you won’t have a choice anymore. You will be mine, woman. Are you prepared for that?" His voice had dropped a dangerous octave.
In answer, her hands rose higher, moved insolently over his hips, caressed the creases in front.
His voice was strained as he continued, "You won’t get a second chance to say no." His blood was boiling, and a blue haze of desire was clouding his vision. In a moment he was going to be trembling as badly as she was.
She hesitated, then her hands fluttered down to fumble with her last buttons. Slowly, she pulled the sides of the white shirt open. She was naked underneath.
Breathing hard, she lifted her wide gaze to his. Utterly vulnerable, naked and trembling, she knelt at his feet and begged with her eyes.
It was the most erotically charged moment of his life.
With a growl, he reached for her, pulling her naked body flush with his, gripping the back of her head for the hot claim of his mouth. Her gasp gave him entry, and he reached down and grabbed her naked butt, pulling her forcefully against his erection. She tried to twist out of his grip, probably shocked at the speed of her seduction, but she’d primed him too well. Grinning savagely against her mouth, he raised her higher and slid his fingertip over the slick place between her thighs.
Crying out with alarm, she twisted, only succeeding in impaling herself a little on his invasive finger.
"L-let go!"
Instead he laid her down on the deep couch and spread her out beneath him, savoring the view. Holding her wrists to keep her from trying to cover herself, he blocked her kicking legs with his own, then slowly sank down over her, pinning her with his weight.
"Get off!"
"Moody thing, aren’t you?" he said huskily, then bent his head to gift her nipple with a little lick.
She gasped and jumped under him. "S-stop!" It came out breathy and weak.
"Wasn’t I supposed to touch you? Or did you think you could just flash your body at me and I would be satisfied? How many men have you been with?"
She went still, and he could see the lies forming in her eyes.
"If I’m your first, I will know with a simple touch. Even if I’m not, you can’t tell me you’ve been with many men. Your actions give you away." Never taking his eyes from hers, he slowly took her nipple into his mouth.
She writhed under him and moaned as if in exquisite torture, as if it were her very first time. When he finally let her speak, her voice was strained. "You ... you were supposed to just bite
He looked at her quickly, then tensed. "You were awake."
She sat up and pushed her hair from her eyes with unsteady hands. "You woke me up. For the record, I think it was mutant haters that tried to splatter me, not vigilantes, though I’ve had my share of those, too. They’re going to remember Icki." Her eyes narrowed. "And I’m going to remember them." A moment passed before she looked up and assessed him. "You said you owe me. Are you willing to bite me, then?"
He canted his head. Tension lines bracketed his mouth as he stared back. Something in her manner had changed. She was harder, more like the woman who had first entered his life with an explosive birthday card. He didn’t trust the change, didn’t know what to predict of this alter ego. "It’s not that simple, but yes."
A faint, mocking smile twisted her lips as she rose to her feet. "You won’t get a bride out of the deal, Drac. I’m not going to do that to you." Her hands went to the buttons on her borrowed shirt, quickly working them free to just below her navel. Her blue eyes dilated and her breathing quickened as she sank to her knees before him in a flutter of white. "I have to arouse you, don’t I?"
"Bali...." he said warningly. Slender hands crept up and slowly circled his thighs, moving in a light caress. He sucked in a slow breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Certain she didn’t know what she was doing, he forced them open and looked down at her. "If I bite you, you won’t have a choice anymore. You will be mine, woman. Are you prepared for that?" His voice had dropped a dangerous octave.
In answer, her hands rose higher, moved insolently over his hips, caressed the creases in front.
His voice was strained as he continued, "You won’t get a second chance to say no." His blood was boiling, and a blue haze of desire was clouding his vision. In a moment he was going to be trembling as badly as she was.
She hesitated, then her hands fluttered down to fumble with her last buttons. Slowly, she pulled the sides of the white shirt open. She was naked underneath.
Breathing hard, she lifted her wide gaze to his. Utterly vulnerable, naked and trembling, she knelt at his feet and begged with her eyes.
It was the most erotically charged moment of his life.
With a growl, he reached for her, pulling her naked body flush with his, gripping the back of her head for the hot claim of his mouth. Her gasp gave him entry, and he reached down and grabbed her naked butt, pulling her forcefully against his erection. She tried to twist out of his grip, probably shocked at the speed of her seduction, but she’d primed him too well. Grinning savagely against her mouth, he raised her higher and slid his fingertip over the slick place between her thighs.
Crying out with alarm, she twisted, only succeeding in impaling herself a little on his invasive finger.
"L-let go!"
Instead he laid her down on the deep couch and spread her out beneath him, savoring the view. Holding her wrists to keep her from trying to cover herself, he blocked her kicking legs with his own, then slowly sank down over her, pinning her with his weight.
"Get off!"
"Moody thing, aren’t you?" he said huskily, then bent his head to gift her nipple with a little lick.
She gasped and jumped under him. "S-stop!" It came out breathy and weak.
"Wasn’t I supposed to touch you? Or did you think you could just flash your body at me and I would be satisfied? How many men have you been with?"
She went still, and he could see the lies forming in her eyes.
"If I’m your first, I will know with a simple touch. Even if I’m not, you can’t tell me you’ve been with many men. Your actions give you away." Never taking his eyes from hers, he slowly took her nipple into his mouth.
She writhed under him and moaned as if in exquisite torture, as if it were her very first time. When he finally let her speak, her voice was strained. "You ... you were supposed to just bite
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