tongue stabbed inward—over and
over, until at last the pulses tightening her pussy waned.
Slowly, her shudders weakened, and she dragged air into
her starved lungs.
Rene shifted, climbing from between her legs and stretching
to slide the length of his body alongside hers. He pulled her into
his arms and tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder.
Natalie nuzzled his neck, sighing. “I think I’ll sleep like
the dead.”
His lips grazed her forehead. “We’re a full-service department, ma’am.”
She heard the smile in his voice and quipped, “Well, not
quite.” Sliding her hand around his back, she hugged him.
“But it was beautiful.”
“My pleasure.” His hand glided from her shoulder to her
hip. “Go to sleep. I’ll stay until you start snorin’.”
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“I don’t snore,” she grumbled.
“That’s ’cause you don’t sleep, do you?”
The tenderness in his voice almost undid her. Skin-to-skin,
it was hard to remember she had secrets she couldn’t share—
and she would never have met him if he hadn’t brought her
in for questioning. “Sleep?” She struggled to remember his
question. “Not much, lately,” she murmured.
“I’ll keep watch, sweetheart.”
Natalie would have liked to stay awake a little longer and
explore his body as thoroughly as he had hers, but he’d already gifted her with more than she’d dreamed.
She nuzzled his neck, enjoying the heat of his skin and the
pulse that throbbed at the side of his neck. “Mmmmm . . .
this is nice,” she said sleepily.
His fingers combed her hair, and again, he kissed her forehead. “Sleep,” he whispered next to her ear.
Her gums itched and tingled, and she ran her tongue lazily
across the roof of her mouth but found no ease. She snuggled
closer and breathed in his spicy scent.
Then just as her mind eased into dreams . . . she opened
her mouth and bit him.
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shocked gasp and muffled “ Sonuvabitch! ” jarred
Aher fully awake in an instant.
Natalie’s eyes opened wide as blood, thick and
rich, poured down her throat, spurting in rhythmic pulses that she gulped down as though dying
of thirst.
Instinct guided her, quelling the urge to gag
against the flavor and thickness. More viscous
than water, less so than oil, it felt like cream on her
tongue, tasting faintly metallic, yet delicious.
When the flow slowed to a trickle, she drew,
sucking with her lips like a baby on a nipple.
Heat filled her mouth, spilling down her throat
to her belly, then spreading outward and lower. Her
appetite was ravenous. So was the lust building in
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her loins, plumping her labia and releasing a wash of desire
that once again coated her lips and smeared her inner thighs.
But this time, her arousal was so much stronger than before.
Delicious, wicked . . . sensual. She drank his blood like she
wanted to take his cock—in lapping waves of heat.
Even his resistance excited her.
His hands clamped hard around her throat, short of actual
strangulation—more a warning. “Natalie, for fucksake, let
me go!” he said, his voice tight, anger radiating in the tension
gripping his neck and shoulders.
Despite the pressure, she chided him with a murmur and
ground her jaws to stab deeper until his fingers released her,
her incisors lengthening in a final, sensual thrill that felt very
like the hardening of her clit when he’d rubbed on it.
“Goddamn bitch!” he rasped. “Chessa warned . . . oh God! ”
Part of her knew what she did was sick and twisted. She
was hurting him, maybe even killing him. But the fierce hunger overrode her conscience.
And she wanted more.
Her arms slid around his torso and tugged to urge his heavy
body over hers.
He offered pale resistance, his hands bracing against
her shoulders. “ Sweet Jesus! ” he said, his tone anything but
anguished.
Again, she murmured as she drank, urging him closer with
her hands and rubbing her naked