The Accidental Vampire(62)

pelvis forward until it met a hard resistance that pressed back.

Elvi groaned, her own tongue coming to life in her mouth and greeting his with an

eager, lavish welcome.

She felt the counter against her back, but her attention was on his body pressing

against her in front and the hunger it invoked. It had been so long since she'd been

held and kissed this way. She was like a flower opening to sunlight after years of night.

Her body ached to be touched and ached to touch as well.

Elvi let her hands slide up over his shoulders to his neck, one holding him there and

urging him to take the kiss even deeper. The other slid up into his hair, nails scraping

across the skin of his scalp as the soft locks caressed her fingers.

Victor growled and obliged the silent request. The kiss was suddenly harder, more

demanding, and his hands began to move, sliding first around her waist then down to

her behind to urge her closer until her body was plastered against his. Then one slid

away, to run up over her hip and side, swiveling around in front as he reached her

breast.

Passion had pooled between her legs as he ground into her, but Elvi gave a start in his

arms at the excitement that immediately shot through her when his hand closed over

her breast through the silk of her robe. Her nipples were immediately hard and aching,

thrusting themselves eagerly forward for a caress they hadn't experienced in ages.

"Oh, Victor," she breathed as his mouth left hers and slid to her neck, drawing on the

tender skin below her ear. He wasn't biting her, but she almost wished he would. Elvi

wanted to bite him and could feel the pressure as her teeth shifted.

Crying out, she tilted her head back to avoid temptation, and stared blindly at the

lights overhead as the blood rushed through her, hot with excitement. She wanted

him; his kisses, his caresses, his body thrusting into hers, her teeth plunging into him,

his sinking into her. Elvi's mind whirled with images and desires that scattered like dry

leaves in a fall breeze when he suddenly tugged the neckline of her robe aside and

dropped his mouth to latch onto a nipple.

Elvi clutched at his shoulders briefly, then began to tug on the back of his T‐shirt,

pulling the cloth upward until it bunched at his arms and she could touch the bare skin

of his back. It wasn't enough. Growling deep in her throat, she caught her fingers in his

hair and urged his head back up. Victor came reluctantly, allowing her nipple to slip

from his lips and catching the naked breast in his hand as he raised his head to kiss her

again.

Their tongues fought now, battling with their desires as she slid her hands under his T‐

shirt in front and scraped her nails over his flesh. His chest was hard and wide and

muscular, a veritable playground, but her hands barely ran over all that masculine

muscle before one dropped of its own accord and slid around to clutch at his behind,

urging him harder against her until they were grinding through their clothes.

Victor growled at her aggression and suddenly reached down to catch her behind the

thighs and lift her up, balancing her against the countertop as he pulled one leg

forward around him. Elvi gasped as he suddenly tugged her robe the rest of the way

open, then his hand slid between them, caressing her through her silk panties. The

only thing she'd donned under the robe.

Crying out, she arched into the touch, aware that her body was weeping, soaking her

panties with her need for him. Everything of any importance in the world suddenly

seemed focused on that hot spot between her legs that he was stirring to turbulent

life. She was aware that her breathing had become a fast, shallow panting, but it

halted abruptly when he slid one finger beneath her lace panties and ran it over her

bare flesh. Elvi sucked frantically at his tongue as her body bucked to his touch.

Her hand slid between them now too, finding him through his jeans and squeezing.

Victor's reaction was almost violent. He thrust himself into that caress, then suddenly

forced her hand away, caught his fingers in the delicate lace of her panties, and tugged

sharply, ripping them from her body.

Elvi gasped in startled excitement, and then groaned as his hand returned to caressing

her. Unobstructed, he cupped her in his hand and pressed the heel of his palm against

the core of her, rubbing aggressively, and then slid one finger inside.

Elvi cried out, her hips shifting to meet the caress, and then cried out again as his

mouth slid down her throat to her breast, his teeth grazing her nipple before he closed

his mouth and began to suckle, his finger slipping away then thrusting into her again.

Elvi was on the edge of exploding from the pleasure. Her body was as tight as a bow

string, her mind a confusion of need, sound was thundering in her ears and then—