Page 21 of Her Vampire

“I don’t know,” I growl. “I’ve never had sex with a human before. All I know is I would die before I hurt you.”

“You’ve never … really? In all these years?”

I shake my head.

“You’re the only woman that’s ever interested me. Hell, that’s an understatement. Obsessed me, captivated me. You’re the only woman I’ve ever felt like I needed to take, claim, hard, over and over again.”

“I want that,” she says softly, a quiet song of lust in her voice. “And I’d be lying if I said …”

She trails off.

“No, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to sound like a slut.”

A deep tremor quakes through me, a tremor that hits something deep and primal inside of me. I want to find whatever asshole told her that she couldn’t express herself sexually and cave his face in.

“You would never be a slut to me, Tammy,” I snarl. “We belong together. We’re dedicated to each other. You should feel free to explore your sexuality. What were you going to say?”

She looks at me bravely now.

“Just that, you know, it might be sort of amazing to do it when you’re still a vampire. Before we begin our life together … as mortals.”

“As mortals,” I say softly. “Now you’re beginning to sound like me.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” she sasses.

My eyes smolder into hers, and it takes all the self-restraint I possess not to flip this table and grab her shoulders, lead her to the balcony railing and bend her over.

I remember how tight and pink and wet her pussy was.

Something in me shudders.

I need her.

And I can’t wait any longer.Chapter TenTammyHis hand is a controlled fire on the small of my back as he leads me down the private corridor toward the penthouse suite of the hotel. I glance at him and see the red veins pulsating in his throat, as though he can hardly contain the feed, the lust, the need.

My body is a shimmering isle of luxuriating sensations, my nipples tingling against my bra and my panties hot and sticky. My heart beats a tune of anxiety and tries to throttle this moment, but I won’t let it, can’t let it ruin what we’re going to experience together.

He makes a snarling, growling noise as he pushes the door open, revealing a plush-carpeted hallway that leads to a living room straight out of a regency drama. With its landscape paintings and regal furniture, I feel like I’ve stepped back in time, but I don’t have long to admire the palatial surroundings because Torsten’s hands are on my shoulders.

He spins me to him, his face tight, his icy blues blazing fiercely.

“Fucking hell,” he groans. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now? That dress, Tammy. Your fucking curves.”

A squeal of delight escapes me as his powerful hand pounds against my ass, and then he squeezes tightly, rubbing the place he just spanked as his eyes sear into me and his skin begins to shimmer carmine.

His whole body is pulsating beneath the night-blackness of his suit, his fangs pointed and sharp as he gazes at me, a beast in full hunt, unable to stop himself now.

And I’d never want him to stop.

I’m his prey.

His nervous prey, his inexperienced prey, fine, fine.

But right now my lust is screaming so loudly I can barely hear everything else, all that other nonsense that only threatens to get in the way.

He pulls me close to him and slides his fire-hot hands up the back of my legs, pushing my dress aside and grinding against my bare skin. Goosebumps prickle and follow the path his hands make.

He grits his teeth when he gets to my ass, palming it roughly, seductively, his fingers creeping down and closer to my soaked panties with each stroke.

“You feel fucking perfect, my curvy virgin mortal,” he snarls. “Turn around and bend over the couch. I need to see that pussy again. And I’m warning you, Tammy, I’m going to use a charm to make you cream hard for me. You better tell me now if you’ve got a goddamn problem with that.”

“N-no,” I whimper. “I want it. I want it bad.”

My mind sings with the prospect of being utterly in his thrall.

Utterly his.

Forever.

He spins me around and presses down on my shoulder blades.

I bend over and stick my ass out, feeling truly sexy for the first time in my life. Even as virginal anxiety threatens to erupt into the fabric of the moment, I feel my womb urging me on, telling me this is it, the night I become a sexual being and get comfortable enough to be with my man.

“Odin’s eye,” he growls, smoothing his hand over my ass cheek and then slowly peeling my panties down.

“I’m sorry,” I giggle. “What the heck did you just say?”

“Old expression,” he smirks, as I bend around to look into his red-shimmering, fanged expression. “Now be a good little virgin and stick that ass out. I’m going to make you come and cream like my perfect sexy goddess.”

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