Page 136 of The Vampire's Thirst
“I’m not a hero.”
“I’m not shopping fora hero. Maybe I was. Don’t misunderstand me, the man who saved me from the burning car when I was a kid will always be my hero. He risked his life for a stranger, for a little girl who has loved him one way or another for most of her life. But I know the fantasies I created around him are not you. Now, why are you here?”
“I want to give us a chance. You know, try.”
“Hmm. Not good enough.”
Dax’s chest expanded, pushed against his snug shirt as he took a deep breath. He exhaled, slow and steady, once more sitting straighter. “I … uh … need you, Chiara. I love you.”
Oh, damn.
“Youdeserve better.”
His dark, soulful eyes outlined by thick lashes bore into her. To hell with caution. It was overrated. Chiara rose from her chair, rushed to Dax, and plopped onto his lap, her hands tangling in his beautiful hair. “You’re real. You’re mine, Dax. You’ve always been mine.”
“I don’t understand what Idid to deserve you, little witch. But I’m through analyzing it. I can’t guarantee I’ll ever be a good male, but I will be a better one.”
Her lips touched his, parting, inviting his tongueinside. He groaned as he took charge of the kiss, exploring her mouth, taking his time.
Chiara broke the kiss to get off Dax’s lap. Stepping away from him, she bit the tip of her thumb before she reached for the hem of her gown. She pulled it slowly up her legs and over her head, hoping her striptease looked sexy. She stood before her vampire in nothing but white lace panties. “Your turn.”
He grinned, shot to his feet, and yanked his T-shirt off. She stared at the hard planes of his chest and took in his tight abs. Warm black velvet eyes fixed on her as he unzipped his pants and stepped out of them, already gloriously erect. All blood raced from her brain.
Dax’s chin bobbed up as he sat down and leaned back. “Your panties?”
Chiara tucked her thumbs into the waistband and wiggled them down her hips.
When Dax drew a deep breath, her nipples hardened. He sprang from the couch. The naked man looming over her, his thick, erect cock prodding her belly, was delicious. Dark, deadly, spicy. Sleek, hard muscled. Huge, hungry, fanged. All hers. Real.
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Daxsnaked an arm around Chiara’s waist, crushing her to his chest while his lips found hers again, his tongue teasing her mouth. With sure steps, he backed her against the wall.
When he cradled Chiara’s ass in his palms, he lifted her, nudging her with his aching shaft. She opened herself, wrapped her legs around his hips.
“I’m going to go slow this time, Chiara. You’re gonna enjoy every minute of my making love to you.”
He recaptured her lips and nibbled his way down her neck to the swells of her breast.
With a delicate but eager hand stroking his length, she guided him to her warm pussy. Inch by inch, he claimed Chiara. A leisurely glide.Ecstasy. Dax threw back his head, savoring the feel of her silken passage as it swallowed him.
“Oh, Dax.” She tilted her hips forward, urging him deeper, her fingers clamped tohis shoulders.
He obliged, burying himself to the hilt with one long, slow thrust. His mouth latched onto a plump breast. He gorged on a nipple until it was a hard pebble. Moving to the other, he suckled, nibbled, flicked his tongue over it, delighting in the little witch’sgroans as she arched into him, begging for more.
Unable to hold still, he rocked his hips, stroking in and out of her. This was making love to his female. There was a time for fucking and a time for this.
She clung to him, her breathing shallow pants. “Please, Dax.”
When he released her breast, he trailed kisses along her neck, grazing her throbbing pulse. Her vein resisted for a moment before it popped beneath his fangs, her delicious blood flowing down his throat. With the euphoric of his bite in her system, Chiara moaned and clamped her teeth onto his earlobe. Biting hard, she drew blood, sending a jolt directly to his groin.
With his control slipping, Dax growled. Nothing could be better, his cock deep inside his female, his fangs buried in her, her blood delivering life to his starving existence. She belonged to him whether he deserved her or not. He was never giving up Chiara.
While his rhythm increased to a steady roll back and forth, her ass pounded against the wall. The repeatedthump, thump, thumplike music.
Her nails clawed his back, marking him, swamping him with emotion. Chiara’s flesh quivered around his shaft, caressing him, begging him to go faster, deeper. When he did, he felt her orgasm build. She rocked against him, her muscles squeezing his length as she exploded, her back bowing. She cried out his name.
Withdrawing from her neck, he licked her wounds closed.
