Page 55 of Blood Code

My feet pounded along the dock, the wood creaking beneath me, and seconds later, his footfalls joined mine.

At the boathouse entrance, Severin caught me, his arms snaking around my waist, and I jolted to a stop in his embrace.

Goosebumps rose on my arms, and my pulse jumped into my throat.

My knees weakened as he pulled me against his chest, swept my hair to one side, and let his warm breath brush my neck.

I shivered.

He moved slowly. Oh, so horribly slowly.

I expected him to attack me—to take me and devour me.

But this… this was a seduction.

Every part of my body seemed acutely aware of his.

He bit my earlobe, and I quivered all over. “Caught you.”

“Yeah…” I said breathlessly. “So terrible.”

His chuckle vibrated against my ear.

“Now, devour me, my monster.” My chest rose with my excited breath.

He chuckled again. “Patience, my little prey.”

I whirled around to face him. “I think I’ve lost all of that.”

“Have you?” He raised a well-manicured eyebrow and guided me farther into the boathouse.

Inside, it resembled a wooden barn converted into a lakeside oasis, with a built-in bed standing against one wall, surrounded by a rug, blankets, and pillows. The wood was chipped and weathered by water, giving the place an old, rustic coziness, and clearly, it had been designed for a certain type of rendezvous.

A little sex oasis.

I shivered again.

Severin drew me farther into the room, and my heart beat harder with every step as anticipation licked at my spine.

Anticipation licked at my spine. This was finally, finally happening.

Without warning, he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, where I bounced, unharmed, my skirt flying up to reveal my red lace underwear.

He hummed his approval.

Then he was on me again, pinning me to the bed with my hands above my head.

Butterflies battered my stomach, their wings brushing against its lining and sending tingles through me.

Not knowing what he would do next was half the pleasure.

He released my hands and moved down to my underwear, slowly pulling it off with his teeth.

He blew on my sex, and I shuddered.

One finger traced my folds. “Oh, you’re so wet for me already.”

“I’ve been waiting a fucking lifetime,” I breathed, my eyes rolling toward the ceiling as he circled his thumb over my clitoris.