His weight shifted, and a moment later, I felt his heat all along my back.
Hot breath panted against the back of my neck.
And I went still, frozen, all my prey instincts kicking into overdrive as I squeezed my eyes shut. Lips brushed my ear. Then the lightest touch of his fangs.
I whimpered.
He nipped me on the edge of my ear, and my whimper turned into a startled cry as I flinched away.
The hand between my shoulder blades stayed in place, pinning me to the ground like an insect on a board, but the hand on my ass started to move, going in lazy circles, stroking one cheek and then the other, tracing the swell of my ass.
He trailed his mouth to the nape of my neck, licking and pressing open-mouthed kisses from my hairline down to my collar, and then over, nuzzling into my vulnerable throat.
I went into something like a fugue, so paralysed I almost started to drift. I got used to the feeling of a clawed hand rubbing over my ass.
