Page 20 of Sexual Appetites of Vampires

“And then there’s that squeezable backside of yours. How I would love to give it some loving bites.”

A shot of passion stung between her legs and ran up to torment her clitoris. Damn, if his blatant suggestions weren’t affecting her almost as much as his touch.

“Stop, Michael,” she said with little resolve.

“Let me taste you. Let my tongue bring you to climax...more than once.”

She tried to combat the pulsating throb between her legs with another squeeze, but damn if it didn’t do more harm than good.

“Let me taste you, Lara. Lose yourself to me if only for a short while. Let me give you a climax you won’t forget.”

Yes! Yes!Her mind cried, but she kept her lips locked tight.

She gasped when his hands suddenly circled her waist.

“Your thoughts are as clear to me as your words, or did you forget?”

She opened her mouth to what? Deny it? Deny him when she wanted him so badly? It didn’t matter. He didn’t give her a chance to protest. His mouth found hers and he kissed her as if laying claim to her, as if searing her lips and branding them his.

He drew her up against him as his kiss deepened, and she reveled in the feel of his naked body, all hard, defined muscle. Curiosity shot with desire had her hand reaching down and taking hold of the hard, thick length of him...velvety smooth, rigid, and so tempting.

She caught her breath when his lips suddenly left hers.

His hand wrapped around hers and held it still. “Not yet, Lara, not until I make you mine.”

He lowered his mouth to her neck and nibbled his way down it, along her chest, to catch one of her already hard nipples in his mouth.

It was a good thing his one hand hugged her waist and the other steadied her back, since her body went completely limp.

She almost sighed with regret when his mouth left her breasts to travel down along her stomach. His hands moved along with his tongue, grabbing hold of her backside.

“Brace yourself,” he ordered just before his tongue flicked across her nub that had been crying out impatiently for him.

Her arms shot out to her sides, one hand slamming against the wall and the other the glass shower door.

She never knew a tongue could be so sexually lethal. Good Lord, the man knew what he was doing and she damn well wanted him to keep doing it. She dropped her head back and groaned louder with ever lick and flicker and whatever else he was doing to make her feel like she had never felt before.

His hands gripped her backside harder and drew her closer to his face, as if he was burying himself in her and oh how she wanted him to burrow himself there. She startled when he drovehis finger into her, though his one hand held her backside firm, not letting her move.

Hot.She was so damn hot and suddenly the water shut off.

“Spread your legs,” he said, and she did, not giving a damn about the water.

She lost all sense of time and reason as Michael brought her to the edge of orgasm, drifted her back again, and then plunged her into a mind-blowing orgasm that had her screaming out, begging him not to stop, and he didn’t. Twice he had her climaxing and with the second climax she had realized what she had been missing all this time and tears sprang to her eyes, ever so grateful that she finally got to experience a thunderous orgasm.

And damn, it had to be with a vampire.

She was in his arms before she knew what was happening, snug against his chest.

“Don’t cry. Your tears burn my soul.”

“You don’t have a soul,” she said sniffling.

“Another misconception. Besides how could I love if I didn’t have a soul?” He stepped out of the shower.

“Don’t put me down. I like being in your arms.”

He pressed his brow to hers. “And I like having you there. But you need to get dry; you’re wet.”

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