Forbidden Nights with a Vampire(49)

 

"Hmm, I bet you're yummy." She leaned over.

 

"Stop." He pulled her straight and captured her gaze with his own. "You want me to climax, fine. But I'm going to do it deep inside you."

 

Her eyes widened. Her heart pounded so loud and fast, he knew his suspicions were confirmed. He'd called her bluff and upped the ante. She'd intended to only give him a blowjob, thinking that would be enough to distract him. She'd wanted to perform a service on him, not get involved with him. She hadn't planned on having her own body invaded.

 

Her false bravado kicked in and she lifted her chin. "Why not? It's just sex."

 

It was not just sex. It was a wolf claiming his mate. It was dominance and power.

 

His grip tightened on her shoulders. "Fair warning, Vanda. Once you give me your body, I'm taking your heart."

 

She scoffed. "Fair warning to you, Phil. My body is all you're getting. Now lie down and take it like a man."

 

"I don't lie down." He grabbed her around the waist and set her on the table.

 

He removed her high-heeled sandals and dropped them on the floor, then he grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs so her feet rested on his chest. "Look at me."

 

Her gaze drifted upward with a wary look.

 

Still gripping her ankles, he suddenly spread her legs wide. She gasped.

 

"Relax." He rested her ankles on his shoulders. "Like you said, it's just sex."

 

Her eyes narrowed. "Exactly."

 

He skimmed his hands down her shins to her knees. "I want to see your eyes turn red. I want to make them glow." He reached underneath her knees and tickled the delicate skin there.

 

Her legs trembled and she closed her eyes.

 

"Lie back." He smoothed his hands down the back of her thighs. "Look at me."

 

She opened her eyes to glare at him. "Stop giving me orders." Even though she snapped at him, her eyes were tinted red with passion.

 

He smiled. "Sweetheart, if it's not too much of an imposition, I would be forever beholden to you if you could kindly assume a reclining position so I can screw your brains out."

 

"That's more like it." Her eyes glittered, bright red and defiant. "Make me."

 

"Gladly." He scooped his hands under her rump and lifted her hips up so suddenly that she fell back with an Oof. With one quick move he jerked her underwear down to her ankles. As he slipped the black lacy panties over her feet, he could feel how damp they were. His nostrils flared with the scent of her arousal. His erection throbbed in response, and he tossed the panties onto the table.

 

He shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees. "You're ready for me, aren't you? You're slick and hot."

 

Her feet pressed into his shoulders as she tried to wiggle closer to his erection. "Do it. Now."

 

There was no way he was going to rush through this. After eight long years, he finally had her at his mercy. He'd make her scream, over and over again.

 

He slowly pushed her dress past her hips and left it wadded up at her waist. Then he skimmed his fingers across her bare stomach. Her muscles rippled with a tiny spasm.

 

"Do it." She was starting to pant.

 

He dragged his fingers into her pubic hair. The brown curls glistened with moisture.

 

"Get on with it." She squirmed.

 

"Chill. Like you said, it's just sex."

 

She gritted her teeth. "Stop reminding—Aah!" Her body jolted when his fingers slid between her wet folds.

 

He explored her, exulting in how slippery she was, how engorged she was, and how she trembled and gasped for air. She was already close to coming. His erection hardened painfully, and it took all his control not to drive himself into her.

 

Instead, he inserted two fingers and rubbed the inside walls of her canal. She groaned and lifted her hips. Her inner muscles clenched at his fingers. Almost there. He circled her clitoris, then tweaked it.

 

She cried out. Moisture gushed over his fingers, and her body spasmed. He fondled her clitoris and stroked her inside walls, wringing more cries from her, more spasms.

 

Finally, she went limp. She lifted a hand to her brow. "Oh God. That was…that was…"

 

"Just sex?"

 

She shot him an annoyed look. "Yes."

 

"Good. How much recovery time do you need?"

 

"None. I'm fine."

 

"Good." He tugged her bodice down to reveal her breasts. "No bra? My lucky day." He noticed the tips of her rosy nipples were hard.

 

"I didn't have one that worked with this dress," she mumbled.

 

He outlined her purple tattoo with his finger. "You have this little bat to scare everyone away from your heart. It doesn't scare me." He leaned over and kissed the tattoo. "I've always wanted to do that. And this." He sucked a nipple into his mouth.