Bite Me Harder Novels & Stories

“Choke me harder.” He tightened his grip slightly, increasing his pace. “You like that?” he growled, kissing my lips. “Yes,” I moaned, my hips meeting his. “It’s so fucking good.” “Tell me what you want,” he demanded as he kept the pressure on my throat. “I want you to fuck me harder,Brad,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Make me feel you.” He thrust faster, his hand still on my throat, the intensity building. “You’re so tight, taking me so well.”

I then whispered huskily, "I warned you that I'd bite you if you teased me, honey. Just keeping my word." Mom moaned under my touch, trailed her free hand to the back of my head, gently pulled my mouth back to her neck, and whispered breathlessly, "Babe, you shouldn't do that. Biting is a serious turn-on for me. I'd have a hard time controlling myself if you kept biting my neck, honey." Mom made it a point of shoving her ass against my hard when she said the word "hard." I smirked against her neck and whispered, "Then I really shouldn't do this, should I, babe?"

I do. But she’s mine. And I know what she needs. So when I pulled her into my arms and felt her trembling with frustration and fire, I said the only thing I knew would snap her out of her spiral long enough to breathe again. “Do you wanna bite me?” She didn’t even blink. That pout deepened, those eyes narrowed, and her voice came out hot and bratty and full of venom. “Yes.” Then she bit me. Not playfully. Not softly. Not gently testing her strength like a shy little kitten. She leaned in, gripped my shoulder, and sank her teeth in like she was claiming blood.

He slams in harder and faster. He uses my hands to pull me towards him as he delivers the thrashes. he picks up the pace as he hisses a breath. He groans harder with each slam. He releases me. Picks the pillows and put it over my face as he presses them, cutting air away from. I struggle, scratching him, only for him to bite my fingers. He pulls it out as I struggle to breathe. He picks me up, and my head rests on his shoulders. “Bite me!!” he growls, “Bite me darling,”

He raised his hand-and brought it down hard. Smack. The slap landed square on my ass, sending a bolt of pain through me. "Yes! More!" I gasped. "Harder! Ruin me, Master! Turn me into your bitch!" He knew how to push me over the edge. He always did. He bit into my shoulder-deep, possessive, leaving a bleeding mark. Then again, lower, on my back. Then on my throat. He kissed and bit me like a beast marking what was his.

“Perfect. She’ll have no way to claim him now. She’s gone. Who could resist a bite like that?” My blood froze. My legs wanted to carry me forward, to claw her from her smug pedestal, but my throat closed, my body betraying me with a shiver I did not want to acknowledge. I pressed my back against the shadowed wall, heart hammering in my chest. Every instinct screamed, every memory of the stranger, the bite, the heat, the fire in my veins, pressed against this moment like a live coal. I had survived betrayal before, but this… this felt like being crucified in broad daylight.

"I just came." I grabbed her hair, twisting it in my grip, yanking her head back. "And you'll keep coming until you can't anymore," I promised. She shuddered, her body trembling, the muscle in her neck straining. "You're going to kill me!" I chuckled, flexing my hips, hitting deep and making her gasp. "No, baby, you're only going to pass out." I licked over her skin, her sweat coating my tongue, then, unable to stop myself, I bit down. Hard enough to break skin, and I do.

Or both. “Stay,” I rasp against her ear. “That’s a fucking order, Sienna.” I can’t do the full bite. That’d kill her faster than whatever’s already eating her alive. So I do the stupid, reckless, half-measure thing. I bite her shoulder. It hits her like a live wire. For one heartbeat, there is nothing. Then the bond snaps taut—violent and ugly, as if someone has tied our souls together with razor wire and yanked.

“That’s it… fuck… harder. Bite me again. Taste it.” I bit down once more, sharper this time. Fresh blood welled between our mouths. He kissed me through it, messy and feral, spreading the metallic warmth across both our lips as he thrust up into me harder than before… each snap of his hips more brutal the deeper I sank my teeth. “You feel that?” he snarled against my bloody mouth. “Every time those pretty teeth break my skin I fuck you deeper. Do it again. Make me bleed for you.” I moaned into the kiss, the dark copper taste mixing with the wet sounds of him driving into me. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I bit his lip a third time, harder still. Dominic’s answering thrust was almost p

“Alright.” “Alright,” I answer. I can’t help brushing a strand of hair out of her face, and I feel her melt a little from the touch. “Olivia,” I say softly. “Yes?” she answers the same way. I quirk my lips, coming close to her ear. “Make it fucking hurt.” “Goddamn flirt.” I’m about to respond when she leans over and bites down on my earlobe. Hard. “Fuck,” I groan, leaning into the piercing pain. Not even a second later, my world bursts in gold light.