Chapter 42. Tradition

Chantel Raven

For a second, I'm worried about blood being on me or my clothes, but that's probably exactly what turned him on.

I didn't notice how hard I was pulling his hair until I hear him softly murmur, "Fuck." His kisses move up to my jaw. Because I can't handle the sensation any longer, I hide my face in his neck.

"Shy?" he asks.

No, I tell myself again. But I just can't show him that I enjoy this. He knows, though, that's why he tries harder.

Sucking, biting, doing everything he can.

I finally gasp when he finds the sweet spot right by my ear.

"That's it," he smiles. "Show me how much you like it, darling." His voice is a teasing whisper, and I reluctantly let out a small gasp, giving in to the pleasure he's causing.

His whispers send chills down my spine. I don't make any other sounds besides that one gasp, and it drives him mad.

I start