Page 20 of The Vampire Kingpin
Oh, the woman was going to slay me. Probably literally.
But what a way to go.
“Now,” I told her.
She tightened her fingers around my root but took her time lowering her head, drawing out the anticipation, teasing me with small licks and nips until I growled, “Take me inside your mouth.”
Pursing her lips, she blew warm air on my engorged head. And then finally, mercifully, her lips covered the cap, teasing the slit with her tongue, licking the pre-cum weeping from me.
“Like this?” she asked around me before sucking me deep inside.
Every muscle in my body locked. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”
She hummed in pleasure. An answering vibration tightened my groin.
Without pausing in her rhythm, she straddled my left thigh. Her wet sex brushed over my bare skin, answering the question of whether she was wearing a thong.
She wasn’t.
Her free hand slipped lower, caressing my stones. Both my hands were in her hair now, guiding her up and down.
She started moaning and riding my leg, grinding her dripping pussy against my thigh, letting me know how much she liked me controlling her...ordering her around.
“That’s it,” I told her. “Get yourself ready for me. Touch yourself.”
Releasing me, she slid her hand between her spread legs. I silently damned myself for not having her remove the shirt first, because the fabric blocked my view of her tits.
I cupped her head and thrust inside her mouth. The base of my spine clenched, my balls drawn up with the need to explode.
“You gonna swallow, pretty thief?”
She hummed an assent, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure crashing over me. I gave several hard thrusts, then abruptly changed my mind.
This first time, I wanted to be inside her, taking her hard while I drank from her vein, my mouth filled with the flavor of Lark. I owned her now, and I wanted her to feel it.
I tugged her hair. “Stop.”
She murmured questioningly against my skin. When she raised her head, her green-and-gold irises were outlined in neon blue, her vampire-half staring up at me.
“Too much?” She smiled, a seductive, I’m-a-predator stretch of her lips—and let her fangs slide out, toying a sharp tip with her tongue, testing to see what I’d allow.
I smiled back, and extended my fangs as well. Unlike Lark, I intended to use them—on her.
Our gazes snagged. I let my own eyes spark blue, a wordless warning that if she pushed me too far, there would be consequences.
Still toying with the tip of her fang, she tipped her head to one side like a sexy, black-haired kitten. Then her fangs slid back into her gums.
I released her hair. “Take off the shirt.”
She came up on her knees, drawing the shirt over her head and tossing it on the chair, leaving her dressed in nothing but the boots and thigh-highs. Her hair fell in a midnight waterfall around her shoulders.
My lungs stopped up.
In my three decades as a vampire, I’d seen some fine-ass women. None of them came close to Lark with her creamy olive skin and strong, graceful body, her full lips wet from sucking me, her tits round and topped with dark-rose nipples.
She started to crawl off me, but I grabbed her by the hips, stopping her so I could give each of those pretty nipples a hard suck.
Her head fell back in pleasure. She wrapped a hand around my nape. “Do it again—harder.”
