Anita Blake

Anita's hips shift into the rhythm Asher's hand creates, and she's barely paying attention to anything other than the pleasure building inside her and Asher's throat. Her hand slides down Asher's chest, taking in the feel of his body. She hadn't had the opportunity to do that before, and she basks in it now. A particularly nice swipe of his fingers makes her buck, cry out, and bite down into the meat of Asher's throat.