My Summer Girl

Chapter Eleven

Vex

Coco Loco – Maluma

I flip Dulce withoutwarning and her always soft eyes—filled with tears—shine with surprise. Gripping her thick thighs, I part them, tracing from her soft stomach, between her breasts, and to her throat.

My ink-covered hand decorates her throat, not squeezing but secured. I’ll be the protection she needs when she needs it and the comfort that soothes her aches.

Our gazes clash, like she feels this connection the moment it flutters beneath my palm, seeking me out.

“Vex,” she sighs, her hand snaking to her heart. She flattens her palm against her chest, then raises it to press against mine. “I can feel you.”

I lean forward, tugging her lip between my teeth before digging in. Not enough to pierce, but enough to drag and elicit pain.

“It’ll only grow,” I explain. “As time goes on, it’ll thrive, like a rope tying us together. You tug, I feel it. We’re a part of each other.” The last of my words come out raspy, filled with a heady sense of worthiness as her longing fills my lungs.

“Me duele el corazón por ti,” she says once more, repeating words from earlier but in her mother tongue.

“My heart aches for you too, sweet dove,” I hoarsely respond, feeling every emotion she has swim through our bond. It’s subtle, but it’s there, deep-seated, almost like it was always meant to be there.

“Then bite me,” she offers again, her watery eyes pleading. Tilting her head, she bares her throat, her pulse thumping against her delicate skin.

I’ve never done this.

Even when I took from her earlier, I didn’t take from this place. It’s intimate. It takes trust. If it were to sever, she has seconds before she bleeds out.

If I were to pierce it and hold my mouth there with a few measly sucks, it’d take mere minutes.

“You’re giving me a lot of trust here.” I expel a heady breath, not knowing what I did in all my years to deserve the gift that’s Dulce Amor.

Her eyes shutter close, almost like she’s settling the beat of her heart. And I can feel it, the tandem way in which it gentles.

Her peachy gaze connects with mine, glowing and effervescent, all the while her neck is still extended. “There’s no one I trust more.”

I growl, unable to fight her temptation any longer. Tracing her vein with my finger, I repeat the action with my fangs and she simpers beneath me.

Not taking a breath to make her expect the bite, I extend them, penetrating her vein. Peaches and cream fill my taste buds, a tart but sweet flavor driving me mad.

She moans beneath me and in that moment, I thrust forward, sinking inside her to the hilt. She bows off the bed while I gently feed, not taking too much.

Her cunt convulses around me, throbbing and filling me with need. I exhale and push all my fervor through our bond and my incisors.

“Vex!” She exhales on a scream, her body shuddering around me. I pump into her in earnest, driving forward like it’s the only time we’ll ever get to fuck.

She whines and grips my throat in a reverent hold. I take my teeth away and lick the bite, soothing the ache I caused.

She cries out as I trace kisses down her neck and across her breasts, flicking each barbed nipple with purpose.

Then I lean back, holding them in both hands, perfectly, using them to thrust home. I fuck into her like she’s mine, and at this moment she is.

“You’re mine, Dulce Amor,” I rumble, pressing her into the mattress. Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me forward. “Your cunt was fucking made for me.”

She whimpers and I take her mouth, licking inside and sharing the part of her I took, giving her a taste of herself and sharing the intimacy that comes with exchanging blood.

Dragging a nail down my throat, I bare my throat to her, showing her there’s no one on any realm that I’d soften for but her. I’d fall to my knees if she’d only ask.

She may be my little dove, but I’m the wings that’ll always be willing to set her free.

She licks the dragging line of blood, her tongue sweet ecstasy against me. “You taste like midnight and wine,” she whimpers, pressing her teeth into me. It’s not the same as fangs, but the pain it brings has my balls drawing up. “You’re mine, Vex Asher. My Saephyn.”

“Come with me, sweet dove,” I plead, bringing my fingers to her swollen clit. It’s wet and messy, swollen and ready for stimulation. I press into it, rubbing intentional circles around it and copying the action with my tongue against her nipple. She whines, writhing with my movements.

“Eres el latido de mi corazón,” she breathlessly declares, squeezing the life from my cock. As soon as the last words leave her tongue, pressing against my pulse points, I’m coming, my entire body seizing as we release together. She hisses and shakes beneath me, her teeth latched onto my throat once more.

“Mine,” I growl, feeling the rest of my seed pour out of her.

“Yours,” she confirms, finally letting my throat go.