Violet
His hand found my other breast and kneaded the flesh, his thumb rolling across the nipple in counterpoint to his mouth. The dual sensation made me latch onto his hair, my grip tightening as he went even harder at it.
Rowan groaned against me and the vibration hummed through my chest.
"Oh…"
When he released the first to give the same attention to the other, his teeth grazed the sensitive peak and I cried out, my back arching hard enough to press myself flush against his face.
He bit down.
Not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to sting and leave one of many marks he loved to leave behind. His partially shifted fangs were sharper than they should have been, and the slight scrape of them against my tender flesh sent another jolt straight between my legs.
I pulled back his head and kissed him hard. The ache building low in my belly had become a demanding, insistent throb.
