His lips parted as he watched her, those dark blue eyes shining in the glow of the bedside lamp. He said nothing as he moved his hand to undo the knot around her wrist. Before she could ask him what he planned to do with it, Luis slipped it around her neck and swiftly tied it off.
Wrapping the loose end around his fist a few times, he made sure there was just enough tension on it to hold her attention when he said, “This is the only time I’ll ever tell you not to play with me. A bite is sacred. It means there’s no going back for either of us. I don’t give a fuck what people say about how long it takes — you get my venom once and that’s all you’ll get for the rest of your life. You understand that?”
She let him pull her closer. The collar around her neck was loose. He hadn’t tied it to cut off air or blood circulation, but touse it as a lead. Another way to connect them, even as he made sure she knew what she was asking for.
“You sure you want a life withme?”she pressed, gripping the slick head of his cock.
He dragged her closer. When their mouths brushed, he swore, “I’m really fucking sure.”
Luis slipped two fingers under the loop around her throat. Tugging until she had to strain forward, he breathed, “I don’t give up my winnings, Francesca Sinclair, and I won your heart fair and square.”
“When I was watching that last fight, wondering if the next time I’d see you, you’d be a dead body, all I kept thinking was that I wouldn’t be able to handle this world without you in it,” she whispered. “And I think that means I can’t live my life without you, alive or dead, Luis Amauri.”
His fangs nipped her lower lip. In a deep, bass growl, he demanded, “Put me inside you. Now.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Francesca rose up on her knees. Pushing her damp panties aside, she pressed his cockhead to the entrance of her body. Still soft and a little swollen from their earlier encounter, it didn’t take much work to sink slowly down on his girth.
That didn’t mean it waseasy,though. Luis wasn’t exactly average in any sense of the word.
She hissed against his parted lips as she settled down on him. Beyond the discomfort of the stretch of only recently used muscles was the feeling of fullness, a connection that went beyond momentary pleasure. When he was inside her, it was like coming home.
His heartbeat thumped in time with her own, creating a rhythm between their bodies as she slowly ground her hips down. One of his hands landed hard on her ass, a sharp slap thatended in a possessive grip, while the other stayed hooked under her new collar.
“That’s my girl,” he rasped, hips lifting to meet hers.
Being on top was a very different endeavor than she anticipated. Francesca braced her palms on his chest, half looking for leverage and half to ease the pressure of his cock thrusting up into her diaphragm. The only way to survive it was to move.
She lifted her hips as much as she could in the position he held her. Her breath shuddered when the flared head of his cock dragged against her g-spot. The fit was so tight that it was almost as overstimulating as having that damn vibrator on her again.
But that was everything with Luis. All of him was almost too much — everything she wanted and needed and, despite her protests, too scared to take for herself.
She wanted to be the brave woman she told him she was. For the first time in her life, Francesca felt like shecouldbe that woman.
Luis tugged at her collar, urging her to tilt her head to one side. She did it without question. Sweat began to gather on her skin as the hand on her ass moved upward, ripping down the straps of her dress. She’d gone braless after her shower, mostly out of a desire to get ready as fast as possible, and she couldn’t have been more grateful for that choice when he began to gently twist one of her nipples.
“You have fucking gorgeous tits,” he murmured into her sweaty throat. His tongue dragged over her pulse, perhaps finding the best place to sink his fangs. “Even when I can’t see them, I can feel how soft and perfect they are. I can’t wait to see my bites on them.”
Pleasure built, drawing the muscles bracketing her spine into a taut line. She dug her nails into his chest, the prickly hairs there tickling her palms when she gasped, “Luis,please.”
“Please what, kitten?”
“I need—” She tried to pick up her pace, but in the position he’d put her it was almost impossible to get the speed and rhythm necessary to finish.
“You need my help,” he purred. The hand holding the end of the rope dropped away from the collar to skim between her breasts. He deliberately rubbed the fine braid of the rope over her damp skin, making her feel every fiber of it until he reached his destination beneath the folds of her bunched dress and hastily pushed aside panties.
The rope was smooth and cool against where their bodies joined. He sawed it slowly up and down, rubbing with insistent pressure. The friction sent a shock wave through her body. She jerked, her inner walls clenching hard around him.
Digging her nails into his chest, she let out a string of what might’ve been begging. Her hips rocked restlessly, without skill or any true rhythm, but with the desperate enthusiasm of someone on the brink.
And then, just when she began to stiffen, he jackknifed his hips upward and sank his fangs into her neck.
She howled as his teeth punctured her skin, first with a sharp sting and then with a burn she couldn’t quite describe. Her orgasm hit her in pulses. Each wave followed a gush of venom into her blood.
Luis groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist. Crushing her to him, he began to piston his hips upward, filling the bedroom with the sounds of their bodies meeting with each violent thrust.
Warmth spread through her veins and strange, delicious sweetness bled through the lining of her cheeks to fill her mouth as his venom saturated her bloodstream, one frantic heartbeat at a time. It was a bliss unlike anything she’d experienced before.
The venom loosened her muscles, making it easy for him to drive home again and again until he came with a grunt beneath her. Warmth spilled between her legs, filling her even as he slid his fangs carefully out of her neck.