His gaze seized on the pulse at her neck as he shifted until they were lined up, and he felt a little give at her entrance. His fangs lengthened and throbbed with the need to pierce her delicate skin. He ran his tongue over one to try to assuage the ache, but it only made the need greater. He needed to be inside her in every way, and he needed it now.
Inch by inch, he began to thrust upward, feeling her folds grip him and pull him deeper. He wrapped his fingers around her curvaceous hips to steady her as he pushed inside her warmth. Too much. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and still he watched the thrumming of her pulse as it sped to fast, rhythmic beats. Just a taste of her.
“You want to bite me?”
Damn, he really did. But the Pixie’s warning came back to him. The obsession was fueled by
