Show me how much you want it (R18 part two)
At his words, I give him a small pout. I suppose I should have expected this, the teasing, the lust, the fight for sexual dominance. The vampire Prince has told me time and time against that he loves to toy with me, work me up into a flushed little mess, if only to hear my heart race.
If he wants me to play his little game, so be it.
Placing my lips cautiously on his jaw line, I kiss my way down: down, down, wet kisses lingering on his neck, his collar, the pale skin of his chest. But then a thought flows through me- crystal clear in my head, so much so that I am not sure whether it is mine own thought or his intervention of them, and so I pause for a moment, deliberating my options. The thought pings again, urging my stilled limbs into a falsified action. Two words ring clear:
Bite me.