The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

A deep, rough sound came from the back of his throat.
“That’s because you haven’t seen me lose control.”
“You were in control in that carriage? After the battle at
Spessa’s End?”
“Yes.” His head tilted, and my entire body jerked at the
feeling of a sharp fang against the side of my neck.
That tantalizing ache settled between my legs and
throbbed. “What about that morning when you woke hungry
and—?” I gasped as his tongue soothed the area his fang
had teased.
“And I had my mouth between your thighs, and the
taste of you coursing down my throat?”
I shuddered, my eyes drifting shut. “Yes. T-that morning.
You weren’t in control then.”
“You reached me, Poppy.” His fingers slipped under both
straps of my slip, and he drew it down slowly, over the
tingling tips of my breasts. “I didn’t lose control then.”
“And after…after I fed from you?” I asked, finding it
difficult to swallow. “In the hunting cabin?”
“I was still in control, Poppy.”
Air hitched in my throat. If he truly hadn’t lost control
any of those times, I wasn’t sure I could imagine what it
would be like if he did. As the slip gathered at my waist and
then fell to the floor, I found myself shamefully wanting to
know.
“I would lose control now.” His fingers skated down the
curve of my shoulder and over the swell of my breast. The
touch was featherlight, but my back arched. He brushed his
lips over my cheek as his thumb moved in maddening
circles over a tingling nipple. “My mouth would be all over
you. I’d drink from your throat. I’d drink from here,” he
whispered against my lips as he folded his hand around my
breast, kneading the flesh. I gasped as I felt his other hand
slip between my thighs. “I’d definitely drink from here.”
He could…he could drink from there? “I don’t have an
issue with any of those things.”