Page 159 of The Cannibal

A soft moan left my lips, accompanied by the sound of chittering from my chest. His own purr matched mine as he pressed my hips down roughly.

I spread my legs to sit fully onto him, as much as I could as I kissed his shoulder, then neck.

He leaned me back and dragged his tongue between my breasts, his fangs exposed before biting down above one of them.

A flinch accompanied by a gasp. When I tilted my head back, I thought I could float. The flowers had fallen from my hair by now, our warm bodies pressing them into the sheets. He unlatched from my chest and licked the wounds clean, capturing another kiss from me.

I bit his lip, enough to bleed, and I sucked on it.

There was no getting enough of him, my most toxic addiction, and I was his.

“Mate with me,” I begged in between kisses, “take me now or forever hold your peace.”

“You are my peace,” he breathed, “a poison to die for.”

“Give me your venom, Creature,” I teased.

He turned us to lay me down. His body cast over me, lifting my leg as his thrusts suddenly became full of fervor. Every pound into me sent a shock through my body, another dose of whatever it is that made my heart go.

I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want him to let go of me. Ever.

He bent over me as he thrust, his forearms resting on either side of my head as he kissed my neck.

It was so hard not to bite him while he was so close, so hot to the pulse.

His breathing became ragged and so did mine. He bit into my neck suddenly, and I cried out. He put his hand over my mouth, and I bit it on impulse.

He groaned into my neck.

I swallowed as the pain spread through my muscles but lightened with a taste of his blood.

Even as I tasted him, I refrained from biting down fully to avoid the secondary fangs. The paralysis venom was nearly as inconvenient as the⁠—

A sharp pain between my legs.

“Silas!” I gasped, clawing his chest with my nails.

He bit down on my neck harder to keep me there. The predatory chittering sound rose and fell, vibrating against my body as he finished.

I could feel every pulse, everywhere. Blood rushing, heartbeats matching, his cock flexing. The pain didn’t ease, but it didn’t matter.

We were such violent people, with fierce natures. The way we loved would always be vicious. As long as we vowed to take care of each other, knowing this about ourselves, we would always come together in the end. It was the gentle touches after bites, the sweet words after playful banter, even the way we knew our own depraved nature, to know we would always be each other’s strongest vices.

I could accept that.

I could accept him.

Us.

One more night before our games would end.

One more night basking in each other’s warmth, trading sweet words and blood.

One more night before we defined the rest of our lives.

Whether we lived or died rode on our will.

God forbid those who would come between us.