Dying to Date(52)

Pleasure swamped her senses as he moved higher to encircle her clit.

“Yes,” she cried as he wrung waves of delight from her willing body.

One hand joined his expert mouth. He teased a single finger along her folds as he took her clit into his mouth.

Melissa reached out to fist her hands in the sheets around her. The light scrape of teeth against the most sensitive nub on her body left her gasping with pleasure. When one finger stroked into her, she was beyond words.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she fought not to press him forcefully against her. He drove a single digit into her while his tongue tortured a response from her. There was no stopping the helpless pleas that escaped her lips. Though her body craved a more complete release, she struggled not to rock against his mouth.

“Tarian,” she gasped. “More.”

Her lover left her with one last lick before climbing her body.

“Ready?” he asked, grinning down at her.

“I’ll pay you back for that,” she vowed, reaching up for him.

“I look forward to it.” He reached down to adjust himself and Melissa felt the head of his cock press against her slit.

He drove into her without another word, and she threw her head back in pleasure. When he sat fully lodged within her, she fought to come to terms with the new feeling of fulfillment. Tarian stretched her to the limit, but he gave her time to get used to him, even as his muscles tensed and his breath came in shallow gasps.

Melissa wiggled, only to be rewarded by a bitten back curse.

“Again,” he panted.

She was more than happy to oblige.

Tarian gripped her hips and withdrew to the tip before surging back into her.

Melissa planted her feet squarely on the bed as he rocked into her. The changed angle forced him even deeper in to her, wringing gasps of pleasure from her lips.

She wrapped one leg around his hips to urge him forward. Again and again she lifted her pelvis to meet his thrusts.

More, she begged, unsure whether the cry had left her mouth or merely echoed in her mind. Every movement within her spiked a sensation unlike any she’d known before.

They writhed together, straining to find completion. Melissa felt her orgasm pulling at her, demanding just a little more. Just another stroke.

Her teeth scraped against his skin as she fought the urge to drive her fangs into his neck.

“Do it,” he groaned.

It was all the permission she needed.

Melissa bit down. Blood washed over her tongue as Tarian thrust wildly within her. Every sensation, every touch, was heightened. Her body clenched around him even as she tried to match his desperate speed.

She swallowed the rich blood as he drove back into her, and her world shattered. Waves of pure pleasure buffeted her. Melissa heard Tarian cry out as his climax claimed him, felt the hot seed spurt into her, but his satisfaction only added to her own release.

Melissa thrashed as the sensations crashed over her. She clutched Tarian tight, as her anchor in the storm. Even when the tingles of pleasure started to fade, she refused to release her grip on him.

Luckily he seemed to share her affliction. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as she took one last pull on his throat.

“Amazing,” she purred, lapping her tongue over the tiny puncture wounds.

“Seconded,” he panted as he rolled to his side.

She snuggled against him, closing her eyes in utter contentment. Sleeping with him was supposed to have gotten him out of her system, but she feared their tryst would have the opposite effect. How did she give up the best sex of her life?

Trailing her fingers lightly over his chest, she knew she was well and truly stuck. Can’t let him go, can’t find a way to keep him. What was she supposed to do?

In the absence of an answer, she merely watched her lover’s happy face and wished, just this once, that the night would never end.





Chapter Thirteen


“Maybe I should face him alone.”

Tarian arched a brow. “You think he’s not going to open the door the second he hears the elevator?”

“You can stay inside.”

“Or I can face your father and try to stop him from going after my people.”

Melissa shifted from foot to foot, staring at the rising numbers above the door. “Promise not to use your voodoo on him?”

“No.”

She hadn’t been nervous in years, but the moment they crossed into the city limits, her blood pressure had shot through the roof. Well…if she had blood pressure. But the feeling had been similar. Introducing her father to the man that was indirectly responsible for her kidnapping was not going to be an easy ride. Especially when said man was also her lover. The last time she’d brought a partner home had been in the early thirties, and watching him run as fast as he could from her door had been great incentive not to repeat the experience.