Page 20 of Soul of A Vampire

Pupils totally blown, skin flushed, and holding my neck and shoulders in a death grip, gone is the collected reporter I met two days ago. “I’m afraid.”

If I’m honest, I’m as scared for her. I’ve had women drawn to me after a bite, but nothing like this. Never have I felt as desperate. Pulling myself together, I lift her in my arms. “Birgitta, if you’ll let me, I’m going to ease your need, but you have to tell me it’s alright.”

“Yes.” Tears roll down her cheeks as I place her in the center of the bed. She arches and grips her breasts.

This is not at all how I pictured being intimate with her. I wanted to romance her and show her I can be more than my monster. Instead, I gently remove her trousers and panties. I unbutton her blouse and remove that, then her front-closure bra. She’s so beautiful, even with the strain on her face.

I slide my hand between her legs.

“Yes,” she cries, spreading her thighs and lifting her hips.

Covering her cries with my mouth, I devour hers, sliding my tongue along her lips.

She grips my head as if I might try to escape.

Slipping my finger inside her tight canal, I work it in and out, each time swirling around her clit before plunging deep again. I break the kiss. “I want to taste you, sweetheart. Do you think you can allow that and muffle your cries so the town doesn’t think I’m killing you?”

“I’ll try.” She pinches her nipple and bites her lip.

Easing down, I kiss one breast then the other, gently licking where she’d caused her flesh to turn red. Lower still, I spread her legs further, with my shoulders pressing her wide open. The musky scent of her fills my senses, and I ignore my burning need. I long to give her pleasure and ease whatever has taken over her.

The first taste of her is so exquisite there is no going back. This woman is mine. I need her as much as I need blood to survive.

I suck her clit, swirl my tongue around it, and press two fingers deep inside her.

She pumps her hips against my face and bites the corner of a pillow to muffle her moans of pleasure. Cupping both breasts, she pinches her nipples.

I suck and lick while longing to bury my cock inside her. Not yet.

Her inner walls tighten in the start of her orgasm.

Pressing my fingers deeper, harder, I sink my teeth into her inner thigh.

She comes in a torrent of juices and grips the pillow over her face to muffle a long keening cry.

Her blood is so sweet, but I take only a taste, then lick the two small holes until there’s no sign I bit her. Immediately, I lap up her juices and another climax takes her.

Gripping my hair, she pumps her clit against my mouth. “Oliver. God. I. Can’t.”

Still, she comes a third time before collapsing onto the mattress. Breathing hard, she curls onto her side with a shiver.

Nothing in my life has ever been as beautiful as the last few minutes. I would do almost anything to see her pleasure every day for the rest of my existence. Gently maneuvering her under the covers, I ask, “Should I leave you?”

“Stay.” She grips my hand as her eyes close.

I long to be pressed skin to skin. “I don’t know if I can just lay here and not touch you.”

Her pretty lips lift in a sweet and seductive smile. “I didn’t say I don’t want you to touch me, but you’re overdressed.”

Stripping out of my clothes, I watch as her breath steadies. I slip under the covers and pull her back against my chest. Cock painfully hard, I try to ignore how perfectly it’s nestled against her ass. “You’re magnificent.”

She presses that soft yet firm ass against me.

I growl. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

ChapterNine

Britta

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