49. Bambi
BAMBI
Holy freaking shit.
That escalated quickly.
Golden eyes full of love stare down at me, waiting for an answer.
I know in my heart that if I told him to get off of me, that I’d changed my mind and just want to sleep…
that he would immediately make that happen.
Knowing that I could stop all of this with a single word makes me feel… powerful and safe.
“I want the whole experience. If your instincts are telling you the bite will help seal our bond, I’m here for it.”
I barely get the last word out before his head snaps down and his teeth are buried in the sensitive skin behind my right ear.
There’s a split second of pain when his teeth break my skin, but it’s gone before it can fully register.
Heat, tingling, and an overwhelming sensation of emptiness hit me like a sledgehammer.
I’ve never felt anything like this before.
“Oh, fuck, Bikar. You weren’t lying when you said it would be intense.”
He hums deep in his throat, but doesn’t let go of my neck; instead, I feel it when he pumps more of that sexy good-time jalapeno venom into me because heat turns to fire, tingling becomes pleasure so sharp it hurts, and my pussy is rhythmically clenching, desperate to be filled.
Bikar shifts his hips, the head of his dick brushing against my clit, and I come with a moan. “Ohh, sugar!”
Giving his bite one last lick, he raises his head and smirks. “That is one, little Starshine. Let us see how many orgasms I can wring from you.”
Kissing his way down my chest, he stops to suck both nipples until they’re hard peaks and my hips are writhing on the bed, desperately looking for some sort of friction.
Rumbling deep in his throat, he proceeds to lick a hot line across every scar he finds.
It’s… so tender that even though I’m burning up from the inside out with need, tears still prick the corners of my eyes.
He must smell the change in my scent because his head snaps up. “None of that. We are here and in the now.”
With that, he scoots down until his face is level with my pussy. Using his forearms, he spreads my legs until he’s settled comfortably between them. My face is fire-engine red. I know it is.
No one’s looked at me there since… well… since.
Bikar doesn’t give me any time to overthink. He drops his head and sucks my clit into his mouth, wrenching another orgasm from me instantly. Lifting his head, he grins. “Two.”
Diving back into my pussy, he starts an all-out lurid assault on my clit and brings me to my peak again.
Eventually, he slips one thick finger inside me, and I grind against it, trying to get the friction in the spot I need.
Tsking at me, he removes it and adds a second finger.
I feel a slight pinch, but it’s gone just as fast as it appeared, and another wave of need hits me.
Trying to shove his fingers deeper doesn’t work—he’s controlling how deep they go.
Pulling both digits out, he lifts his head and spits on the entrance of my pussy before sticking three fingers in his mouth, liberally coating them with saliva.
Grinning evilly, he pushes all three thick digits inside me while simultaneously flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I cum all over his hand, rocking my hips, trying to get his fingers even deeper.
I’m an addled mess and borderline frantic for something to fill me the way my body is demanding.
“Bikar, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to… do something to you… something you won’t like!”
Chuckling, he gives my clit one last lick, making my hips jerk with how sensitive I am.
“You have damaged me enough by accident during our courting process. I shudder to think what you could do if you put conscious thought to it.”
Being lifted from the bed with his wings is a peculiar sensation, but it makes me feel dainty, dominated, and most of all, safe.
Grabbing my hips in his hands, he pulls me towards him until the outside of his thighs are rubbing the inside of mine, and lines his dick up with my entrance.
Glancing up at me, he leers. “By my count, that is four.”
Just as I open my mouth to retort, he shoves his thick, ribbed for her pleasure dick deep inside with one thrust, and I scream at the sensation of being filled.
Not giving me any time to adjust, he grips my hips tighter and starts shuttling in and out of my body.
The slap of flesh in the quiet of the room is shocking, but I don’t have enough mental faculties to be embarrassed about it right now. I need something… more.
Wrapping my legs around his hips the best I can, I pull him to me and throw my head back. “Harder, sugar. I need it harder.”
“As my mate wishes.”