Chapter Eighteen #4
I fist my hands in the sheets when his teeth graze the lace edge of my panties. His breath ghosts over damp fabric. “These need to go.”
I lift my hips in answer. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband, dragging them down my legs with agonizing slowness. The first brush of his tongue has me bucking off the mattress. He pins my hips with bruising strength, dark eyes glinting up my body.
“Patience, little flame.”
The nickname shouldn't make me wetter. It does.
He licks a torturous stripe through my folds, then blows gently on the slickness. My thighs tremble. “Eunho—”
“Say it again.” His thumb circles my clit as he speaks, the pad rough in the best way.
“Eunho, please—”
The vibration of his growl against my core nearly undoes me. His tongue flicks once, twice over my clit before he sucks it into his mouth. My vision whites out.
He works me with single-minded focus—broad strokes alternating with sharp flicks of his tongue. The hand not busy between my legs finds my breast, rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger. Pleasure coils tight in my gut, muscles clenching around nothing.
“Close,” I choke out, fisting the sheets hard enough to tear seams.
He hums approval, the sound traveling straight to my throbbing clit. His free hand slides two fingers into me without warning, curling upward.
The orgasm hits like a wildfire—consuming, all-consuming. My back arches off the bed as I cry out, thighs clamping around his head. He rides me through it, fingers pumping relentlessly until I'm squirming from oversensitivity.
Before I can catch my breath, he's crawling up my body. The taste of me on his lips is obscene. I bite his lower one hard enough to draw blood.
“Mine,” he snarls against my mouth.
The button of his jeans digs into my stomach as he grinds against me. I reach between us, fumbling with his belt buckle. His hips jerk when my fingers brush the outline of his cock through denim.
“Need you,” I gasp, nails scraping his hipbones. “Now.”
He surges up to kneel between my legs, hands trembling as he shoves his jeans down. The sight of him—thick and flushed and leaking—makes my mouth water. I reach for him, but he bats my hand away.
“Let me.” His voice cracks on the plea.
I nod, spreading my legs wider in invitation. He braces himself over me, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. Our eyes lock as he pushes in slowly, stretching me inch by exquisite inch.
“Fuck,” he hisses, forehead dropping to mine. “You feel—”
I clamp my legs around his hips, sheathing him fully. The stretch burns so good. “Move.”
He obeys with a broken noise, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. The pace he sets is brutal—no finesse, just raw need. Each thrust punches a moan from my throat.
His hand finds my clit again, rough circles matching his rhythm. “Come again. Want to feel you.”
The command sparks through me. I dig my heels into his ass, urging him deeper. “Harder.”
He snarls, snapping his hips faster. The bedframe creaks in protest. My second orgasm builds quickly, tightening like a coil in my lower belly.
The coil snaps. White heat floods my veins as my back arches off the mattress, a ragged scream tearing from my throat.
Through the haze, I see Eunho's face contorted with restraint—jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps, lips pressed into a bloodless line.
Sweat drips from his brow onto my chest as he pistons into me, every thrust dragging another broken sound from us both.
Something primal uncoils in my gut. My fangs ache with sudden urgency. When his next thrust hits that sweet spot deep inside, I lunge upward without thought, sinking my teeth into the meat of his shoulder. Copper blooms on my tongue.
Eunho's roar shakes the bedframe. His hips stutter as he buries himself to the hilt, warmth flooding me in pulsing waves. I milk him through it, teeth still locked in his flesh until his trembling arms give out and he collapses atop me.
We lay tangled in the aftermath, his ragged breaths hot against my neck. I release my bite with a wet pop, lapping at the crescent marks blooming across his golden skin. He shivers but doesn't pull away.
I trace the swirling mate marks on his bicep—flames licking up to his shoulder. “Why didn’t you bite me?”
He huffs a laugh into the crook of my neck. “Thought you'd claw my eyes out. Noble boys get schooled young—no biting without permission.”
I snort, dragging my nails down his sweat-slicked spine. “Since when do you care about noble etiquette?”
“Trying to be…” He hisses when my teeth find his nipple, hips jerking reflexively against my thigh. “Fuck. Civilized.”
I suck the pebbled flesh harder, grinning at his choked gasp. “Don't.” Another bite lower, just above his hipbone. “Be.” My tongue swipes the sting away. “Noble.” My hand wraps around his half-hard length. “Here.”
Eunho curses, flipping me onto my back with enough force to make the headboard crack against the wall. His eyes glow like banked coals as he pins my wrists above my head.
“Your funeral, little halfblood.”