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Ta'Lon had felt her eyes upon him all evening with growing intensity, as if once she'd resolved to look at him, she liked what she saw. Na’Toth had been content to take her time, sizing him up, thinking of just the right ways to make him squirm. And now she was pressing in on his throat, teeth and intensity.
She tensed her jaw, bearing down with her teeth into the flesh of his neck. She ground her teeth into him and he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. His nails bit into her flesh, her teeth found their place to latch onto the stretch of skin below his jaw. The bruises would be subtle, unseen under his collar amidst the mottling of dark spots across his skin. A hidden pleasure for her alone. The thought fueled the hunger spreading from her stomach up to the back of her throat.
She felt Ta’Lon beneath her, pliant yet resilient. The warm taste of his skin, and the heat of their bodies together. The firm press of his growing erection against her thigh as his sex uncoiled from within his sheath. His pulse beating between her teeth mirrored the thud of her own; his shaky breaths filled the air around them as her teeth rasped against his throat, his head thrown back in willing surrender. He radiated desire for her, and readiness to take all that she gave him.
By G’Lan , she thought, swearing to a god she thought she hadn’t believed in, I want him. More of him, all of him. She raked her nails across the exposed skin of his back, down his sides, across his stomach. In my hands, under my nails, in my mouth, between my teeth, anywhere, everywhere… Her hands ventured lower, palming his arousal, and he made a noise that was low and desperate. He twitched at her touch, his body shifting under her as his back arched deliciously.
She pressed her body further into his, repositioning, allowing him inside. Ta’Lon around her, within her. His strong hands skimmed across her back, his arms held her, and he moved, soft friction dragging within her core.
She felt herself unraveling, coming to completion. Her teeth, latching on at the spot where his neck met his shoulder, dug in harder as her body shuddered in release, muscles clenching around his cock inside her. Her teeth sank deeper into him, and she tasted the soft metallic bloom of his blood against her tongue. A broken sound escaped him as his body mirrored her climax, releasing deep within her.
As she caught her breath, emerging from the haze of her pleasure, Na’Toth examined the mark where she had bitten into him. It bled slightly, red against tawny brown. Red and warm, like his eyes, as he slowly raised his head to look at her.
We see from the same eyes, she thought, we bleed the same blood.