- DEX -
"I can't," I groan, finally coming to my senses from the heated trance that somehow overtook me with Raya's desire to be bitten. "This is real. You don't need me to bite you to know it," I chuckle.
Those beautiful eyes stare up at me, her fingers gliding across my skin, and a pout forming on her lips. When I lower myself back over her, resting on my arms, kissing her neck again and savoring every delicious part of her from the ecstatic slide that unites us to the salt of her skin, she whimpers.
"Please." It's a whisper—just a breath barely uttered at all.
Why do I want to bite her? And why is she insisting? It's the exact opposite of what I want in reality, which is to not hurt her.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I breathe against her skin but then take that part of her into my mouth and nibble—teasing that I will.
