Page 70 of Craved

Her fangs were still extended, her cheeks a soft rose. Her skin glowed with the impossible allure of a pureblood vampire.

She was mesmerizing, seductive. A beautiful, dangerous predator.

Mybeautiful, dangerous predator.

“I can give you my number,” he told her.

“Allez,” I growled. “Go.Now.”

He went.

I reached for Zoe and sank back onto the couch, pulling her astride me.

She toyed with my hair. “Maybe I wanted his number.”

I traced a finger along her collarbone. “I’d slit his throat first,” I said pleasantly.

Her eyes glittered. “No one but you,n’est-ce pas?” She scraped her fangs down my throat.

Pleasure shivered through me. “That’s right.” I pulled the elastic band from her hair and brushed the shiny black strands back from her face. “D’you have a problem with that?”

A tiny hesitation. “No.”

“Good.” I sank my fingers into her hair, dragged her head back. Punishing her a little for that hesitation.

This one night, I wanted to pretend that she was mine completely. No conditions or limits.

Her mouth softened, opened. Inviting my kiss, but I didn’t give it to her. Not yet.

“We have time before you have to be at Philippe’s.”

Her breath hitched. “Here?”

“Here,” I said against her lips. “Now.”

I kissed her long and slow. Her body melted against mine. Her sex pressed against my erection, a wet heat I felt even through our jeans.

Gods, I loved how she reacted to me. So willing, so ready.

When I lifted my head, her eyes were closed. I pressed my lips to each soft lid and released her hair to push up her T-shirt. She rose up on her knees to drag it off, then sank back onto my thighs.

Her bra was a sugary confection of white satin and lace that dipped low over her cleavage. I filled my hands with her breasts, rubbing my thumbs over the hard points of her nipples.

The woman was a feast, one I was torn between devouring—or savoring.

Glossy midnight hair. Warm satin skin. Plush red mouth. Brilliant gold-and-green-touched eyes.

Her mouth made anOhof pleasure. “That feels so good.” She set her hands on my thighs and arched her body to me.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her closer, sucking each nipple in turn through the silky bra. Her needy moan vibrated straight to my balls.

With my free hand, I unfastened the clasp and tossed the bra on the couch. Now I could see her. Nibble her. Feast on her.

And I did, until she was moaning and begging me to stop teasing her.

I lifted her off my lap. “Take off your jeans.”

She obeyed, removing her panties as well. I shoved off my jeans and boxer briefs, then sat back, caressing my dick. Zoe knelt on the couch, gaze locked on my lap like she was memorizing my movements, reminding me how new this was for her.

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