Dimitri was a depraved madman.
And I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't love that about him.
Carefully I grabbed the dark velvet headboard and positioned myself over him.
But Dimitri dug his claws into my hips and pulled me down onto his mouth.
A cry tore from my throat.
"Don't hold back, love." He winked. "Remember… I don't need to breathe."
Slowly Dimitri licked my entrance.
Then he pushed his tongue deeper than before, tasting me again.
And just like he ordered, I didn't hold back.
I couldn't have even if I wanted to.
I screamed, digging my nails into the headboard.
Dimitri kissed me, drank from me, and f****d me with his tongue—merciless, starving, relentless.
Not letting a single drop of blood escape him.
I grabbed his hair, trying to control him somehow.
Lust consu
