Page 16 of Sexual Appetites of Vampires

Another yawn interrupted her reading, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. And just as her eyes fully closed, she caught a few words from the spell...I curse his soul.

CHAPTER 6

Lara felt herself wake with a jolt. She moved to the edge of the chair and listened. Something had woken her, but what? After a few moments of silence, she shook her head, thinking herself crazy, then she heard it.

Lara.

She shut her eyes against the soft, sensual whisper of her name that seemed to drift around her like a gentle, yet eager embrace.

Come to me, Lara, come to me.

He was calling her, Michael—no, the vampire—was calling her. She forced herself to stay where she was, not move. She would not surrender to him. She could not, for if she did, she feared that he would satisfy her beyond reason, and then what? Sex had been a big disappointment to her, if he should satisfy her, how would she ever find satisfaction with a human male? She would want him and only him, just as she did now.

Why did her body betray her? It was humming and throbbing and begging her to go to him. Go and find out for herself if once and for all she could have a decent orgasm.

Lara.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, as if she’d been intimately touched and damn if it hadn’t ignited her passion to the point where she felt herself wet with desire.

She was out of the chair, through the kitchen and up the steps before she could stop herself and no amount of reasoning slowed her. It was when she got to the second-floor hallway that she stopped dead.

What was she doing? Was she crazy thinking to make love with a vampire?Sex. It was just sex, nothing more. Making love—to her at least—involved so much more. And she could honestly say she had yet to make love, though have sex? After all she was human. She had to laugh at that. Had human sex disappointed her so badly that she was willing to surrender herself to a vampire?

Lara.

Oh hell, his voice was growing ever stronger in her mind, and she was growing ever weaker to ignore it. Or was it that her lust was getting close to spiraling out of control? She never had such a craving for sex as she did at this moment.

Lara. Come.

Damn, did she want to come and hard.Yes, please very hard, she silently begged.

She held herself back as long as she could, which wasn’t long at all, since her feet started moving before she even gave them permission. And she was through his bedroom doors, not even recalling opening them.

He stood wearing only black jeans, the metal button unhooked and the zipper partially open. And she thought how easy it would be for her to slip the zipper the rest of the way open and slide her hand down inside to feel him.

She raised her eyes to his and the glint of red in his dark eyes propelled her forward. She quickly discarded her sweater, shirt, and bra as she went. She stopped when just a few feet in frontof him, suddenly feeling unsure and vulnerable. Did she really want to do this? Did she really want to surrender to a vampire? Was she that desperate?

Lara.

She shut her eyes, her name whispering around her in a sensual embrace and when she opened them, he was standing in front of her.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, his hand caressing her throat.

A mind-blowing orgasm, she thought, but instead surprised herself and said, “I’m not sure.”

“You must be sure,” he whispered and lowered his lips to hers and kissed her lightly. “I will not make love to you until you’re sure.”

His arms went around her and eased her against him so that her naked chest rested against his. Cold shot through her, though was followed quickly by warmth. And then his lips descended on hers again, only this time with hunger.

Never had she been kissed with such strong, bold, confident passion. And when his tongue slipped into her mouth, it was almost orgasmic. Her arms went around his neck and held on, her legs having gone weak.

She found herself returning his kiss like she had never done before, or was it that her hunger was as great as his and she had no choice but to return it?

His hand slipped down over her backside and squeezed her firm cheek while easing her closer against his erection. He was so hard and thick that she could feel him pulsating against her, or was that her own throbbing she felt? She didn’t know. She didn’t know where her passion stopped and his started. It was as if they were one, linked together in a sensual bond.

She rubbed herself against him, needing to feel more of him, needing to get closer, needing him inside her.

He tore his mouth away from hers and she moaned in disappointment.

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