Page 60 of Smoke and Lure

Chapter Eleven

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“Ifigured we couldgo down for breakfast.”

“Wh-h-ut?”She was utterly confused about his meaning.Her body was folded in half, turned inside out, and coherent thoughts had left her over an hour ago.The blood in her body was singing, literally singing with euphoric pleasure as she’d become accustomed to knowing throughout the night.He’d allowed her a few hours of rest.Still, after the hour of midnight, Amaros had her quivering and shaking in pleasure from his fingers stroking and toying with her, pushing her into ecstasy’s waves repeatedly, or sighing and moaning as his mouth sucked and tugged on her turgid nipples.Or he had her screaming her release as he did naughty and tantalizing things with his mouth that had her spine arching and bowing.

Even now, with all intent and purpose with the sun beginning to radiate its first rays of golden-violet light through the large, stained-glass window, the deadly sexy vampire was currently down her body licking and nipping at her clit, in between the times he was dipping his tongue into the well of cream he’d incited, edging her and taking his time as if he were enjoying a lazy breakfast.So, if she could not process any other definition of his sentences, it was solely due to his current actions.

“Breakfast, little angel.”His words danced over her sensitive skin before he continued wringing her swollen clit, then softly brushed the tip of his tongue over her throbbing peak.“I’m sure you are familiar with the concept.Humans are also known to enjoy morning meals.”

After he said ‘meals,’ he wrapped his perfect, firm lips around her engorged clit and gently suckled it; like it was a ripe raspberry, he savored and attempted to drain every drop of juice from it.With all the time in the fucking world.

Her palms slammed against the iron, wood, and gold-designed headboard above her head.Michaela’s mouth stretched wide, but her throat seized around her scream.Every muscle in her core tightened violently, drawing her spine into an arc as her gaze went hazy and threatening to go black.Her gaze locked on Amaros, whose ash-gray eyes practically glowed with lust and satisfaction, stared at her from between her parted thighs.

The sight was both erotic and lethal because if he didn’t let her climax soon, it would kill her.Hell, she wasn’t even sure how that was possible for the undead.Still, she was sure she’d find out soon—perhaps when her tightly-wound body finally snapped, and she disintegrated into a million tiny pieces—never to be put back together.

The salaciously-evil man slowly released her clit and rested on his elbows, still grasping her in a firm hold behind her knees, keeping them wide and settling on the outer curves of her breasts.She’d been like that for over an hour, and she doubted once he let her off the bed if she could ever walk again.It wasn’t humanly possible to remain in such a position for so long.

But I’m not human.

This wasn’t the first time she’d reminded herself of the fact.She was changed.Amaros had changed her.Now blood was her religion and lust, the altar she bowed at.

She had so many questions; finally, she felt coherent enough to ask some of them.Well, semi-coherent since most of the thoughts in her mind were centered on the place of the Vampire Sire’s illicitly-lewd, carnivorous assault.

The wicked curl of Amaros’s shiny lips showed evidence of how much he enjoyed toying with her.

Michaela knew why it was so hard for Amaros to keep her release just out of reach.Throughout the night, she was both shamed and intrigued to discover that she needed the piercing lightning of pain to launch her over the edge.

Even now, her face heated to recall how each time her body trembled on the precipice of ecstasy, her core knotted and aching to the point of weeping as her completion hovered just out of reach.It was only when Amaros gripped her nipples hard between his teeth, just shy of breaking the skin while he drove his long, deft fingers hard along her walls, that she came.Or the time he’d had her face down on the bed, her ass high in the air as he licked her pussy, slapping her ass over and over and over and over again until her skin was inflamed and raw, but she’d come.Her screams echoed and reverberated up into the dome carving about the bed until it filled the room with the music of her pleasure.

After she’d had to sleep on her stomach naked, unable even to tolerate the light brush of the satin sheets on her skin, Amaros had stroked the curve of her ass anyway, his fingertips a whisper along her heated flesh, making her recognize the pain and accept her need for it.She’d whimpered into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Only to awaken in her current state.

He’d done this to her.Made her need so dark and twisted that only the most wicked of things gave her pleasure.

Wasn’t her desire for blood enough that he must make her want more?Crave more.No.She knew the answer because even now, she desired nothing more than to beg him to sink his fangs into her.The one thing he had not done since he’d saved her life in the cave.

Oh, he let her drink from him.Encouraged, urged her to do it.Even if she wanted to withhold herself from him, refuse to bite him like he wouldn’t give in to her, locked in this spacious, elaborately decorated art museum, she had no other choice.And the bloodlust that consumed every cell in her body would not be denied.

However, she wasn’t foolish enough to convince herself she was only out for blood and lust, but this man, this Vampire.She wanted Amaros.

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