He grabbed her arms with his unnatural speed and tossed her to her back, securing her wrists in metal.
“What the hell?” The cuffs from before? He’d attached them to a chain leading from the wall. She fought to get free, but they were still unbreakable. “This wasn’t part of the deal, Ruin!”
“This is my show, vampire. You follow my lead. And do not call me Ruin again.”
“Asshole!”
His dark laugh sent shivers over her. “Do you want to rethink our wager?”
“It’ll make it that much better when I win!”
“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.
“Oooh! You dick!”
Blood had dried on his thumb, the scent remaining. He rubbed it on her face, along her cheekbones and jawline. Her lids slid shut, her head spinning.
“My vampire loves her baneblood, thinks it sweet.”
God, I do. I do. Her eyes flashed open when his other hand glided to her chest. Through the thick fabric of her robe, he kneaded one of her tits.
They felt swollen, aching as much as her fangs.
She moistened her lips, and he groaned. “Fuck, you make me hard when you do that.” His accent was heavier than she’d ever heard it.
“Will you kiss me?”
“I’ve wanted to. Have imagined it. But you’d steal blood from my tongue, wouldn’t you?”
She couldn’t deny it when she was licking one sharp fang.
He sounded as if he’d stifled a groan. “Then a kiss will be your reward for confiding in me. Once you’ve told me all, I’ll take your lips and give you blood. But not before.” He shook his head hard, reaching for the tie on her robe. “I’m keen to see the rest of your body.”
She wanted to feel his gaze too, was panting in anticipation. Slowly, he bared her.
At the sight of her tits, black forked out over his eyes. He unsteadily sank back on his heels. “Your nipples are pierced? Were you a pleasure slave?” Had that been a hopeful note to his tone?
“No, I was never a slave.”
He leaned forward, his head descending. He put his mouth right above one peak, so she could feel his hot breaths.
Her nipples had never been so hard. “Oh, God . . .” She didn’t know where to look—was greedy to see every detail about him. His sensual lips. His rapt eyes. Were his hands balled into fists? His cock was pulsing.
“You had this done yourself?”
She nodded.
“You wicked little girl.” His tongue flicked one nipple.
Sensation shot through her. “Ahh!”
He wetted it. Blew on it. She arched up to the sizzling stimulation.
“Did a lover want you pierced?” He widened his knees. His straining shaft swayed with the movement.
“N-no. I like it.”
He gazed at her face, as if to gauge her truthfulness. He held her eyes as he bent down . . . as he took the peak between his gorgeous lips . . . as he sucked. God, that smoldering sensuality was in full force.
Over her moan, she heard his teeth click against the piercing, which seemed to delight him. He sucked harder, tugging at her nipple to the point of discomfort—as she’d always wanted it.
Though he hadn’t touched her below the waist, she wondered if she could come this way. She was soaked, her clit throbbing. Her core tightened, lusting for something to fill it.
He kneaded both of her tits, his black claws digging in. Something about his possessive grip on her body turned her on even more. She panted, perilously close to coming. So much for edging!
Against her nipple, he murmured, “Sweet as a meadowberry.” Leaving that one wet, he kissed his way to her other breast. “You’re already close.” He couldn’t sound smugger. “I haven’t even touched your pussy, but you’re drenched.” His lips were just above her other nipple.
She arched that side of her body up. “Rune . . .”
“Patience, vampire. We’ve days of this ahead of us.”
Days? She’d pass out. Die. Combust.
He touched the tip of his tongue to the peak just as his fingers tweaked the little barbell.
“Ah, yes!” Her pussy quivered in readiness, her own claws digging into her palms. So close to coming . . .
As he suckled with hungry pulls, her eyes slid closed, and sounds bombarded her. Her desperate moans. The rattling cuffs.
The wet suction of his mouth . . .
Heightened emotions brought on ghosting. But she didn’t fear it. She was tethered by the cuffs, by every throb and every pang that told her she was more than air.
She was embodied. Carnal. How could she ever float away when it would mean missing this?
Once he’d left both nipples damp and swollen, he kissed down her torso to her pierced navel. With another groan, he nuzzled the tassel there.