Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Love. Is that what she was afraid of, that she’d fall in love with this unearthly creature and what future would there be in that? Or did she take this moment in time, a few precious days, and simply enjoy him and not worry about what followed?
“Why fight what you—and I—so badly want?”
“No bites?” she asked in a whisper. If he didn’t bite her then it would just be a man and a woman making love, enjoying each other while stuck in a snowstorm, nothing more.
“If that’s what you want.”
For now. Her thought startled her and she hoped Michael didn’t hear it.
He held his hand out to her.
I will not take what is not given freely. His words echoed in her head. Was she about to surrender to him?
She smiled and instead made it her choice by hurrying over to him, throwing her arms around his neck, and giving him a kiss that let him know just that. His arms instantly circled her, yanking her up against him, and she reveled in the feel of just how hard he was for her.
Her body’s tortuous need for him surprised her. After all, it hadn’t been that long ago that he had satisfied her—quite thoroughly—yet here she was aching for him as if she hadn’t had sex in ages. She had never felt so drawn to a man, and she intended to get her fill while she could, if she could.
He pulled his mouth away from hers and yanked her top off. A shot of cold air hit her or was it his breath? Whatever it was, hardened her already hard nipples more.
She raised her leg to pull off her sock.
“No,” he ordered with a smile. “Leave them on. You look,” —his smile grew— “delicious in them.”
His hand shot out and grabbed the back of her neck, then he yanked her forward to meet his lips...lips as hungry as hers. They tempted, tormented, and teased to the point of orgasm.
It was like they were lovers who had been lost in time and had finally been reunited and could not get enough of each other. His hands explored her body with exquisite acuteness, as if familiarizing himself with every bare inch of her. Or was he was claiming every bare inch of her?
She wanted to do both to him, familiarize and claim every inch of him.
Her hands began to roam over his chest and when they got to his waist, she realized that he still wore his sweatpants. No, no, no, she thought, they had to come off. She slipped the waistband down his hips, and though she didn’t want to stop kissing him, or disturb his hands that were doing divine things to her, she had to so that she could quickly get him naked.
Lara pulled her mouth off his, bent down and yanked his pants down past his ankles, so that he could slip right out of them when he moved, and then she bounced back up, though not all the way.
His jutting penis brushed her cheek, stopping her.
He was big. Bigger and thicker than any man she had ever been with, which of course got her even more excited than she already was, though how that was possible she’d never know. And, of course, with it being right there in her face, so lusciously close, she had the urge to taste.
She was yanked up so fast that it made her head spin.
“No, you don’t,” he said. “I damn well won’t be able to control myself if you take me in your mouth.”
She smiled at the thought.
He frowned. “Remember...vampire.”
“But I’m not and I want to taste you.” Only this time she went up on her toes to reach his neck and nibbled along it with her teeth. She felt his whole body stiffen, and she continued her teasing assault, fueling her own need.
Suddenly, his arm went around her waist and the next thing she knew they were in his bed with him on top of her.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warned, a hint of red sparking in his eyes before he once again kissed her.
After that, time seemed to stop, and she felt as if she was caught in a sensual vortex where her senses were so heightened that the slightest touch sent quivers of pleasure stinging her flesh. Michael’s lips followed his hands, wherever he touched, he kissed, and he touched her everywhere. She tried to reach out and do the same, but her limbs were too sedated with passion to move.
“Michael. Oh, God, Michael, please!”
She cringed at the sound of her pleading tone, but then she couldn’t help it. She wanted him inside her, needed him inside her. It was where he belonged. She cringed again. What the hell was wrong with her thinking he belonged there?
“Damn it, Michael!” she yelled and punched his shoulder. He laughed, and she damned him again.