One thought of losing himself to her ministrations would have been enough, but he wouldn’t allow himself release until Violet was herself past the point of rescue.
With force, he brought her back up and kissed her smirking mouth, pushing them under the hot shower spray. Violet squealed in surprise, and now he was the one to smile.
Water sluicing over their bodies quickly turned their sweaty skin slick. Water soaked her red hair and droplets streamed like a rainfall of diamonds down its length, but it was those taking a detour to her breasts that shifted his attention.
Leaving her mouth, his tongue lapped at the water, tracing down toward her mounds. In the small shower stall, Finn pushed her body against the cool tiles to give him more space. Impatiently, he flicked her sensitive nipples with his tongue, enough to make her gasp. This was no time for a slow build-up as not even cold water would dampen the fire, so he started lavishing her with his tongue, discovering all the ways he could make her moan.
Finn discovered the rougher he got, the more vocal she became. Mindful of his strength, it was his turn to use his teeth, teasing her as he let his hand slide down her ribcage, over the voluptuous swell of her hips. She squirmed under his tingling touch, but when he fell on his knees, it was obvious she knew the teasing was over. His hands abandoned her breasts to spread the lips of her sex, where he lapped like a man dying of thirst.
His tongue traced delicate lines along her folds, stopping short of her clit. Immediately, her hands went to his hair, and her hips jerked, searching for his mouth to heighten the stimulation.
He would have drawn out the teasing if not for his cock pulsing painfully between his legs.
The first suckle on her engorged clit wretched the most erotic sound from her he’d ever heard in his lifetime. So, he did it repeatedly, producing a melody he would never get tired of. The only distraction was the increasing heartbeat he could feel under his tongue and seeing the fluttering on the inside of her thigh. Life-giving blood roared throughout her body, reminding him of who he was and what he desperately needed. Hunger and lust mixed inside him, ready to overtake his brain and his need to care for her, but he resisted, pushing back the beast, promising himself he would get his fill soon, but not from her.
Her body tightening around him brought his thoughts back to the present. In one swift move, he stood and using the wall as leverage guided himself inside her tight, slick heat. Deep inside her, her core spasming rhythmically like a fist, Finn feared he would explode with his first thrust.
Plastered against each other, breathing the same breath, suspended in impending ecstasy, Finn held her immobile as he fucked her faster, increasing his pace. Violet met him with her hips, holding on for her life. Her eyes were quickly losing focus as pleasure spiked, and from the way her thighs opened even further to him and shook, his beautiful witch was closing in on her own personal orgasm.
“Bite me.”
It took Finn a second to realize what he heard were actual words and not a figment of his lust or the whooshing of his heartbeat in his ears.
“Bite me, Finn.”
Grasping at the remnants of his sanity, he unconsciously licked his lips. “I can’t. We’ve exchanged blood several times already. Each time we do, we become even more linked. I can’t do that to you.”
What he didn’t say was how much it pained him to refuse her. At that instant, everything in him wanted to invade each of her cells, every part of her mind, to make her his.
“Please, if I must disappear and no longer be a witch when the curse overwhelms me, I want to remember what it’s like when you possessed every part of me. Maybe then I won’t be so afraid to let go.”
Her plea tore at every fiber of his heart, and despite having no idea where this curse would take her, Finn was too far gone in lust and desperation to deny her.
Before his brain could remind him why it was a bad idea, glamour and power made his skin shiver, enveloping them both. Not stopping his assault, the beast in him roared when Violet trembled under his hands. As he gave her a kiss, his canines rasped at her lips, hinting at the coppery taste of blood, and he knew there was no going back.
With one push of power over them both, heightening sensation to the brink where pain and pleasure intertwined, Finn swirled his tongue over the palpitating artery in her neck before piercing the skin.
Violet seized in his arms, her orgasm making her both blind and deaf, drowning in pure pleasure. Finn gorged himself in the most delicious agony, pulling himself back from coming awhile longer. He was entranced by her, the connection that formed between them becoming undeniable. Once again, her blood had a different taste, the curse making her even more addictive. Then and now, there was nobody but them, linked in more ways than one—lost souls drifting together until they couldn’t deny the inevitable.
Finn knew at that moment there wouldn’t be anything for him beyond Violet. He could run to the other side of the world, but every path would bring him back to her. It was on that simple and clear realization that his body jerked, and he spilled inside her in the most powerful orgasm of his life.
Riding the same wave, Violet was propelled into a storm of pleasure once more and screamed his name. Her hands clawed at him, fighting to keep him close and push him away at the same time. Her head came forward, and she bit his
