CIARA
“If you want the rest of the blood, you take it from right here," Hayes growled, his hand gripping the back of my neck, pulling me down toward his lap. His fingers dug into my skin, possessive and demanding. "Use your mouth. Lick my blood off my d**k, Ciara. I want to feel your tongue on my skin. I want to watch you worship my cock."
I didn't wait. The combination of the blood scent, his raw male musk, and my own filthy cravings was too much. I leaned down between his thighs, opening my mouth wide, and wrapped my lips over the thick, blood-slicked head of his c**k.
"f**k," Hayes roared softly, his hands gripping the wooden bedposts behind him so hard the frame cracked.
The taste of his blood and his precum mixed on my tongue—salty, metallic, intoxicating. I sucked hard, my tongue
