The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

I would never be able to think of anything else when I
was near water now.
My hips twitched as I felt a long finger replace his
tongue, trailing lightly over the swollen flesh then slipping
inside me a fraction with each sweep. My body was
becoming an inferno.
“Cas,” I breathed, shuddering as I teetered closer and
closer to the precipice.
He halted, looking up at me with eyes that were now
luminous. “You should hold onto the bench.”
With shaking hands, I gripped the edge of the seat.
One side of his lips curved up. “Good girl.”
He dipped his head, his breath hot against me. A
heartbeat passed. I felt his lips and then the erotic graze of
a fang—
I cried out as the sharp, brief sting sent a shockwave
through my entire body. A knotted whirl of burning pleasure
shot down my legs and up my spine. My eyes were wideopen,
but I swore I saw bursts of white light. Then his mouth
closed over the throbbing bundle of nerves as his finger
thrust inside me. He sucked deep and hard, coaxing not only
my arousal but the thin bit of blood I knew he’d also drawn.
My entire body reared off the bench, my grip slipping—
He placed his other hand on my stomach, pressing me
back down to the seat. He feasted from me as his finger
pumped in and out. He consumed me, and I was lost—
willingly lost in the raw sensations flooding me, devoured by
the groan he unleashed against my flesh. I squirmed against
him in senseless desperation. The feel of him was too much,
and yet, it wasn’t enough. The pleasure bordered on pain
wrapped in beauty. It was exhilarating and frightening as the
intense heat coiled deeper and tighter inside me.
“Cas,” I moaned again, not even recognizing my voice
as his hand left my stomach. Tipping forward on the edge of
the bench, I gained leverage with my other foot. My chin
dropped as my hips lifted from the tile and rolled against his