Page 30 of Sexual Appetites of Vampires

She was yanked up so fast that it made her head spin.

“No, you don’t,” he said. “I damn well won’t be able to control myself if you take me in your mouth.”

She smiled at the thought.

He frowned. “Remember...vampire.”

“But I’m not and I want to taste you.” Only this time she went up on her toes to reach his neck and nibbled along it with her teeth. She felt his whole body stiffen, and she continued her teasing assault, fueling her own need.

Suddenly, his arm went around her waist and the next thing she knew they were in his bed with him on top of her.

“You’re playing with fire,” he warned, a hint of red sparking in his eyes before he once again kissed her.

After that, time seemed to stop, and she felt as if she was caught in a sensual vortex where her senses were so heightened that the slightest touch sent quivers of pleasure stinging her flesh. Michael’s lips followed his hands, wherever he touched, he kissed, and he touched her everywhere. She tried to reach out and do the same, but her limbs were too sedated with passion to move.

“Michael. Oh, God, Michael, please!”

She cringed at the sound of her pleading tone, but then she couldn’t help it. She wanted him inside her, needed him insideher. It was where he belonged. She cringed again. What the hell was wrong with her thinking he belonged there?

“Damn it, Michael!” she yelled and punched his shoulder. He laughed, and she damned him again.

“That’s so you will never forget our first time together.”

And before she could say a word, she felt him drive into her and, oh my God, did it feel fantastic!

She grabbed onto his muscled arms and held tight as he drove her to heights of unadulterated passion. Thought wasn’t possible, breathing was rapid, and what she felt was indescribably beautiful.

Then she climaxed.

Lara didn’t think she could scream that loud or long, but then she never climaxed like that before, never thought it was even possible. It was beyond mind-blowing, beyond believable as wave after wave quivered her body senseless.

What sent even more quivers through her was watching Michael come, his head tossed back and a long groan spilling from his lips as he drove in and out of her until he finally finished, collapsing on top of her.

She kept her arms around him, loving the feel of their bodies plastered against each other, as if they were forever joined. And she never wanted to let him go.

Michael eased out of her arms onto his back and pulled her to rest against him. “I hope the snowstorm lasts longer than predicted, for I want you to myself for as long as possible, though I fear my thirst for you is far too great to ever quench.”

“You quenched my thirst ever so,” —she smiled, though scrunched her brow— “now that I think of it, I’m sure I’ll be thirsty again soon.”

He laughed and hugged her against him.

A chill took hold of her, and she shivered.

He was quick to pull the sheet and quilt over them and to her surprise he eased her away from him.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“You’ve lost some of your body heat to me and I don’t want to draw anymore from you until you warm up, so my body will be cold to the touch and only make you colder.”

Lara closed the short distance between them and wrapped herself around him. “Cold or not, I don’t care. I love being in your arms and want to be there as long as possible.”

Forever would do.

How did one slap a hand over her mind to stop it from thinking? Besides, why was she even thinking that?

“And I love having you in my arms.”

She dared not think about the many things she wished she could say to him for fear of him hearing her. She wondered if he could feel how content she was at this moment. She smiled and looked at him. “Thank you for the best sex I’ve ever had.”

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