The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

Pulse pounding, I scanned the page. “He…” A breathy
moan left me as he pierced the flesh there. “He eventually
stops stroking himself.”
“And?”
The words didn’t make any sense for a moment. “And he
pleasures her with it.”
“Don’t tell me.” He nipped at the skin, dragging a
ragged sound from me. “Read it to me.”
“You are…wicked,” I told him.
“And also very curious to discover how he pleasures
her,” he replied. “I may learn something.”
My laugh ended in another moan as he returned to his
dinner. “‘He grasped my hips with those large hands of his
and held me there, between him and the wall, as he slid into
me. I tried to keep quiet, but no—’” I cried out as his mouth
closed on the bundle of nerves, and he suckled deeply.
The scrape of his fang sent an intense bolt of pleasure
through me. My legs attempted to close reflexively, but he
caught an ankle, preventing it as he tugged on the skin
there. Tension tightened and curled and throbbed—
His mouth left me. “Keep reading, Poppy.”
Struggling to breathe, I wasn’t sure if I could read, but I
managed to find where I’d stopped. “‘But no one…fucked as
passionately as a soldier on the eve of battle.’”
The chuckle that left Casteel was sensual and dark.
“Keep going.” He flicked his tongue over the pulsing
pinnacle. “And I’ll keep enjoying my appetizer.”
I blinked several times. “‘He took me…hard and
furiously, and I knew I would bear the marks of such on the
morrow, but I…’” My hips lifted as he worked a finger into
me. He wasn’t slow. He didn’t need to be. I was as primed
as I imagined Miss Willa had been. “‘I will wear those marks
with more than fond memories. I will think of how his hips
pounded against mine, how his…his cock stretched and
filled me…’” As I read from the indecent diary, Casteel
enjoyed his appetizer with his fingers and his mouth, until I