Page 67 of Cloak of the Vampire
He leaned his face closer. “Is it a yes or no?”
I swallowed hard, my confidence, mycontrolover the situation waning, changing into something unclear. “Of course it’s a fucking no,” I whispered, eyes wide, studying his face as I wished for him to show me what was going on inside his head, or at least give me an indication to know how to act.
“Then,” he said, voice dropping low, “what is it that you want from me?”
My breath caught.
Silence stretched between us as I tried to come up with an answer. My heart was beating so loudly, I was sure he could hear it. My skin grew warm and sweaty with anxiousness. My breathing grew shallow, unsteady.
All the while he remained completely still, staring at me unblinkingly, waiting for a response.
And suddenly, I couldn’t find it in me to fight this anymore. Why was I even trying when it was futile anyway?
I raised my hands and cupped his face, giving in to the maddening inferno that had been burning between us since the very beginning, and finally admitted to myself, and to him, what I really wanted.
“You. I want you.”
Then I kissed him.
CHAPTER 24
I pressed my lips against Ragnor’s with every bit of desperation I had.
His response was immediate. His arms went around me, a hand cupping the back of my head, as he kissed me back, causing my gut to tighten and my blood to boil with sudden exhilaration.
He licked at my lips, making a pool of heat gather in my entrance. I parted my lips, and his tongue sneaked inside, tangling with mine. My nipples tightened as I tried to push myself up to press my front against his, and when he pulled me up and onto his lap, I pasted myself against him, wrapping my arms around his strong, delicious body.
I suckled his lip, and he bit mine in return. He trailed his hands down my back until they slid under my shirt, and then I felt his knuckles grazing the bottom of my breasts. Moaning into his mouth, I let my own hands roam down his gloriously naked chest, feeling his pecs flexing under my touch, growing as taut as my nipples.
He cupped both my breasts at the same time, making me break the kiss with a gasp, my back arching. His lips went to my throat and licked the skin before he bit down with his teeth while flicking his thumbs against my tight buds. I jerked against his touch, breathlessly grabbing his shoulders and digging my nails into his skin when he pinched my nipples, driving me mad with an abundance of lust.
He tore the shirt off my body and closed his mouth around one nipple while he kneaded the other. I tensed, so wet and hot and horny that I wanted him to feel just as crazy, just as wild as I did, if not more so.
I pulled myself on top of the erection tenting his jeans and started humping him like the depraved woman I was. He growled against my nipple, and suddenly his lips were off, and his eyes were searing mine, so bright and blue and full of unbidden heat that I melted right there and then.
We stared at one another as I rocked myself against him, feeling my orgasm building, wishing he was actually inside me and pounding into my pussy, holding me until I bruised, sucking my nipple until I felt blood.
His arms were suddenly around me again, and in a blink, as if he’d just teleported us, he had me sprawled on my back on his bed, his body between my thighs as he took off my pants and panties with urgency.
He loomed over me, his neon blues staring down at my body with a hungry expression that rocked me all the way down to my entrance. Then he licked his lips and I shuddered, somehow feeling closer to release than before. He kept on staring at me, studying every mound, every crease, every curve, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ragnor,” I begged.
His eyes snapped up to my desperate ones. In one swift motion, he pushed my thighs up, buried his head between them, and took a slow, languid taste along my entrance.
The orgasm that ripped through me was so unexpected, I gasped. My back arched, my hands fisting on the sheets, as my body shuddered, trying to ride the wave of pleasure that made me spasm. But I couldn’t even give in to the pleasure because Ragnor ravished my pussy like a starved man, licking and nipping and biting, while his thumb played with my clit, and I realized the tension was building again, stronger, more powerful than before.
“Ragnor!”I moaned as another orgasm tore through my body, making me squirt into his mouth, wetting the sheets, it was so strong.
He pulled his magical mouth away and looked at my flushed face. Then he pushed three fingers together inside me, making me buckle and thrash, the pain and pleasure were so great.
“Fuck,” he growled, pumping his fingers in my pussy, making me see white with how good it felt. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”
“Please,” I begged as he started rubbing my bruised clit again while pumping his fingers unyieldingly. I cried out as a mini orgasm soaked his fingers in my juices.
He took out his fingers and cupped my breasts as he rose until his face was right above mine, his hot, molten eyes watching me with pure need. He pinched my nipples and I panted, biting my lip, pleading with him with my eyes to stop torturing me and get to it.
“If I fuck you,” he suddenly said as he rubbed my breasts as if he couldn’t help himself, “it won’t change anything.”
