CHAPTER 69: BITE

Did she just bite me? I was in shock, my mind trying to process what had happened.

Sadly, her teeth couldn’t break my skin. She pulled away, the hunger in her eyes far from withering away. Instead, it captured them so hard that I felt like a feast before her.

I have no reason to object because I looked at her the same way, a smile curling on my lips like an allure to all the dark thoughts that conjured in that little head of hers.

"Did you miss me this much, little wife?" I asked huskily. "You should’ve said so, but I much prefer this way."

My nose brushed against hers, our lips apart as we both stared at each other’s lips like the wine to ecstasy we were willing to drunk ourselves in.

"Your olive green eyes are finally on mine again. My dream came true," I spoke softly, threading my fingers through her curls. "May I never wake from this."

No word was said to me as she kissed me passionately, feverishly, and helplessly in bliss. The first feel of her lips on mine set me up in a dangerous position, and when I tasted her back as she had me, I set loose to gobble them.

A labored moan shook from her throat, her fingers weaving my hair, and a quiver trickled through me.

She pushed her tongue inside my mouth with fervor. My hand glided to her thigh, the rim of her nightgown moving with the flow, until I seized her ass, my nails digging into the skin.

I pulled away when I noticed what I had done. "Did I hurt you?" I asked, checking if there was any blood.

But Eloise pushed me back to the bed and leaned toward me. I stared at her, aroused and confused.

She came for my neck again, trailing kisses and little nibbles like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to taste my flesh or bless me with her lips.

I groaned, placing my hands on her waist, but I was careful this time, timing myself and allowing my mind to drown in the softness of her skin.

Everything about her was soft, small, and perfect.

As our mouths locked in a vigorous engagement, my hand round her smooth thigh, slipping with ease to the heat of her cunt. I haven’t touched her yet, but she’s already dripping for me.

"Goddess..." I swore silently. "Look at all the wonderful mess you’re making for me." Using my other hand at the back of her head, I angle her neck so that I could devour her lips again.

Eloise moved her hips, her core brushing against my hand. I cupped the area like it was my property. It was. She spiraled, thrusting her hips at my palm, smearing my hand, rasping uncontrollably as pleasure ruined her.

Heat coiled my insides and flowed to my cock, it became unbreathable down there as Eloise shamelessly rode my palm.

"Eloise," I said breathlessly, unable to conjure any reasoning.

She had just woken after a week of rest. I shouldn’t strain her, and we shouldn’t be doing this just yet, but that look in her eyes...with innocence, ease, and pleading, her eyebrow furrowing, her mouth agape. It was altering,

I wanted to give her everything she could possibly desire. She wanted me, and I did too, and I’ll give every piece of me until she has me whole in her palm.

"Dre...Dre...Drevon," She moaned.

She said my name! Fuck this.

I flipped her to the bed in the blink of an eye, swift and gentle. I palmed her cunt whole, enjoying the heat as her body squirmed beneath me.

The pure hunger in her gaze melted into mine. My beast roars, clawing at her scent.

My canines dropped. I thought Eloise would be frightened, but she stared at me dreamily, dazed and utterly ravishing.

I’ll never forget this image, of her shuddering, moaning, eyes glassy, her gorgeous hair fanning out on my sheets.

Her eyes begged me for more. She was close, but I knew she needed more to push to reach the bliss she needed.

I picked her up gently until she saddled me, my back against the headboard. I grind her down my erection, slow and careful, moving her hips up and down. Eloise’s mouth parted widely, her body and mind unable to comprehend this new friction. As did I.

"Oh, Eloise."

My entire body went stiff at the first feel; this wasn’t skin to skin, but it altered me in the same way.

Eloise followed my direction before picking up on the pace, rubbing herself against me, slowly, effortlessly. It was perfect. I loved the way her breath picked up, the loose, uncontrollable moans.

Our foreheads pressed together as we both tried to handle the pressure breaking us apart. I held the material of her nightgown tightly, using that to brace myself so that I wouldn’t hurt her, which caused the curve on her bosom to drop, my eyes blessed with her breasts.

"Beautiful," I purred.

I couldn’t resist cupping one, my hand covering the plumpness entirely. They were soft, giving a leatherlike sensation when I gave a gentle squeeze, her nipples hardening beneath my palm.

"Drevon..." she exhaled.

I forced my canines back with a single command, and my lips tasted her nipple; my mouth melted. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her chest.

I grazed my teeth on the flesh, and Eloise flinched, hands flying to my shoulders for balancd. I sucked, and her body shuddered from an unknown cold.

My little wife was close.

"I’m..."

"I know, sweetheart, come for me."

And she did, sweetly so, elegantly like the perfect masterpiece she is.

She smeared my pants, and the scent thickened in the room. Her breath quivered, chest heaving as ecstasy took her mind, and I watched in delight.

But my smile slowly faded when I noticed two thin sharpened fangs. Before I could make sense of it, Eloise lost balance, but I caught her before she hit the bed too hard, lying her down, and her head turned the other way, unconscious.