The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

sealed his lips over the tingling skin of my breast and
sucked deep, drawing the sensitive peak into his mouth,
taking my blood into himself.
A fire erupted inside me, heating my blood and every
part of my body. My head spun, and I shuddered as his growl
rumbled against my skin. I held onto his hair, shamelessly
holding him there as damp heat flooded my entire being. An
aching spike of pleasure darted through me. My hips
twitched as he tugged at my skin.
“Cas,” I breathed.
He made that sound again, that sensual, rough sound,
and then he moved, pressing my back against the wall, the
hard line of his thigh between my legs. I gasped at the
contact of the cold tile against my bare skin and the feel of
his breeches-clad thigh against my core. He dropped a hand
to my hip, and as he pulled harder on my breast, he tugged
my hip down and forward, rocking me against his leg. Tense,
tight waves of pleasure rippled out from between my thighs
and from my breasts as I stood on tiptoe, my weight mostly
supported by him. The drag and pull of his mouth on my
breast seemed to be connected to the intense throb at my
core. My hips moved against his thigh. There was nothing
slow about it. I rocked hard against him, driven by the dual
sensations of him feeding from my breast and the soft
friction of his leg against my swollen, tightened flesh.
Tension curled and whirled, spinning tighter and faster. He
feasted, and I became frenzied, tugging at his hair, sinking
my nails into his skin. My legs clamped down on his thigh,
and all the tension inside me erupted, lashing through me in
the most delicious and stunning way. I shook, calling out his
name as my release rolled through me.
I was still trembling, twitching when his tongue soothed
over his bite, and he straightened, holding me tightly
against his chest. His mouth closed over mine in a slow,
languid, iron-rich, and musky kiss. The taste of my blood on
his lips sent another wave of pleasure through me.