Page 16 of Another Curvy Girl and Grumpy Vamp

Then his lips are on mine, soft yet searing, igniting a fire that spreads through me, filling every inch of my body. Liquid fire roars through my brain. Burning away every rational thought until all I can think. Feel. Is Baden. Baden’s tongue stroking mine while his fingers do the same. Up and down my spine with a hypnotist’s rhythm until nothing matters but him and this moment.

He pulls me onto his lap, and I straddle him. When my legs grip the sides of his thighs like a thoroughbred, he grips my hair in a knot, pulls my head back, exposing my neck and growls, “Enough,” against my throat.

Huh? Struggling to breathe under the weight of desire that blankets me, I can’t even ask what the hell he means. Talk about a mixed message. He’s telling me enough but pulling me closer.

“Enough with the damn torture. Enough pushing me away. Enough waiting and playing by your rules.” He tips my head back down so that my eyes meet his scarlet gaze. Freaking redder than red gaze. “You’re mine.”

“Yours, but—”

“Mine.” He growls and takes my objections before they can leave my mouth and trashes them. He stands up, holding on to me, all of freaking me, like I’m a feather weight instead of a bowling ball, and carries me to bed. And I give no protests, not a damn one. My usual snark consumed by his fervor.

Baden pulls me close, his body silhouetted in the fading evening light. The tension between us is palpable, a living, breathing thing. His fingers trace the curve of my neck, turning the muscles liquid.

“Merri,” he says. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

I lean into his touch, unable to resist the pull of his gaze. “What do I do to you, Baden?”

His eyes darken, a storm of emotion swirling in their depths. “You make me feel things I thought I’d never feel again. You bring light to my darkness.”

His lips find mine, a searing kiss that obliterates all coherent thought. I feel the ache of want building inside me, a primal need that goes beyond reason or sense. Clothes—we’re wearing too many—so we discard them in a flurry of impatient hands.

As soon as I’m naked, the speed is gone, replaced by the slow-burning hunger in his eyes. “Merri, your beauty is beyond words. Beyond anything in my experience. I’ve lived so many lifetimes, and known so many people, places, and things. Nothing compares to you.” He draws his fingers along my arm. His fingers are slightly chilled.A vampire thing?But the fire itleaves in its wake is volcanic. Lava rushes through my veins at his touch.

Then he stops talking, and his lips devastate me as much as his words did. He kisses the side of my neck, and my jugular vein jumps as if begging for him to turn me. He doesn’t. Instead, he slides those lips across my shoulder bones.

“Baden—” I gasp as he nips and sucks. Leaving love bites, I know will bloom tomorrow.

“Merri, I’ve waited centuries for you. I won’t rush a moment of this.” Baden’s eyes glow, and I’m lost. Lost in the feel of his cool lips on my hot skin. Lost in the way, his lips suckle and lick. Lost in the way he opens me, not just my legs, but my heart.

“Baden—” I reach for him, and he shakes his head. “Not yet, Merri. Not yet.” He slides down my body, his cool breath blowing on my molten core. “You’re so wet—so ready.”

I blush and try to cover myself, and Baden growls. “Mine. All of you.”

He parts my folds and licks me from top to bottom. His tongue is a velvet whip lashing me with pleasure. I buck, and Baden pins me down. Holding me still as he feasts on me. Sucking and licking. I can’t catch my breath—can’t scream. Baden holds me on the edge of a cliff, and I want to jump.

“Baden—” I buck, and he shakes his head. “Not yet. Not until I have all of you.” He slides a long finger into me, and I gasp. It’s cold, yet it sends a wave of heat through me. Baden pumps that finger and adds another. Scissoring me open. He licks and sucks, and I’m a ball of need. A bubble of need that Baden won’t let me break.

“Baden—” I buck, and he shakes his head. “Not yet…” His fingers bunch into a knot that presses against my G-spot. My toes curl as he sucks my clit. I shatter as he growls, licks, and laps. Cleaning me up.

He doesn’t suck my blood but sweet, holy, moly, it still feels like he’s sucked the life out of me. He drags his lips away from my pussy like a man being dragged to the stake. But his lips travel with purpose, with surety to my breasts, where he feasts again.

Squeezing and pulsing. Pinching and twisting my nipples until I’m a writhing mess. Baden lifts his head and commands. “Merri, you are mine. Say it.” He demands, but how can I when I’m breathless with need?

Anger flashes in his eyes when he demands an answer again. Pinching his fingers on my clit, lighting my body with a sharp thorn of pleasure mixed with a bite of pain.And I fucking love it.

Baden asks a third time. His fingers still tormenting me. And fuck, I’m ready to agree to anything. Except, he swallows down my words as his mouth possesses mine.

Baden growls again. “Mine?” Baden sinks his fangs into my lower lip, and I explode again. He laps and sucks, and I swear he’s drinking not just my blood but me.

He settles between my thighs. His eyes blazing. “Meredith—”

“Fuck it. Make me yours.”

He does. He slides into me, his cool cock a balm to my overheated pussy—deliciously stretching me open. Pumping and thrusting. I wrap my legs around him. Meeting him thrust for thrust as he pounds and pants.

His howls reveal the monster he is. Sending me over the edge. My pussy squeezes him, and we explode together.

Baden collapses on me, satisfied at last. “Merri Collins,” Baden strokes my face. “You’re mine.”

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