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)
She finally asked the question she had been putting off. “What time will the car service be here tomorrow?”
“Not until after lunchtime.”
She smiled, keeping her thoughts quiet.
He reached out and took her hand, caressing it lightly. “Do you feel you have everything you need for your chapter on sexual appetites of vampires?”
She had to smile. “More than I thought possible.”
He turned her hand over, his thumb gently tracing circles on her palm. “I’m surprised that your curiosity hasn’t had you wanting to experience sex with a vampire firsthand.”
“It’s tempting,” she admitted and chose her words carefully, making sure she didn’t once let the word love slip in. “But if I did, then I would completely surrender to you.”
“And you don’t want to surrender to me?”
“It’s tempting,” she said again and battled with the thoughts that wanted to rush into her head and scream, it isn’t surrender it’s love.
“Perhaps I haven’t tempted you enough,” he said and leaned in to kiss her.
“Perhaps you haven’t tempted me with just the right thing,” she whispered before his lips met hers.
“Tell me,” he said and his lips encouraged with a kiss.
She sighed, loving the taste of him. “That’s for you to find out.”
“Then I intend to explore.”
He stood and she was up in his arms before she realized that he had scooped her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drank in his unique scent as she rested her head on his shoulder.
He walked out of the room and the candles extinguished as he passed each one. She looked up and saw his eyes rimmed red, and worried that she would not be able to resist the vampire within him.
Once in his bedroom, he lowered her to her feet and began to undress but stopped her when she went to do the same.
“No,” he said, brushing her hands away. “I want to undress you.”
She stood and watched as he dislodged his shoes with his feet and cast them aside. Then he pulled his tie from around his neck, slipped out of his suit jacket, yanked his shirt from his trousers and unbuttoned each button, not tossing his shirt aside fast enough for her. She loved his naked chest, loved the feel of it, the taste of it, loved resting her head on it.
Her glance followed his hands as they undid his belt, unhooked his button and unzipped his trousers. They went down along with his underwear and were off along with his socks in a flash.
He stood naked, his penis jutting out proudly and after her heart took several quick beats, he approached her.
His hands went to the bottom of her dress, and he inched it up slowly along her body.
The knit material was soft and hugged her almost refusing to let go, causing a tantalizing friction as it eased up along her skin. His fingertips skimmed her flesh sending more goosebumps running over her.
She lifted her arms without being told and he yanked it off the rest of the way, his mouth kissing the flesh of her breasts just above her black lace bra. His hands were at her back and had her bra undone in seconds and when slipped it off her, his mouth captured one of her nipples, teasing it with his tongue.
After treating her other nipple to the same teasing, he stepped back and let his eyes wander over every inch of her. His dark eyes heated with passion as he did, though not a hint of red surfaced.
Lara stood proud in her black lace bikini underwear and her high-heel sandals. Another time she might have felt exposed and vulnerable, not anymore. She felt sexy and ready to make love.
“You are so beautiful,” he said and once again scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
He approached her from the bottom of the bed, kissing along her ankle and leg as he took off her shoes. He kissed and nibbled along every inch of her flesh, and she thought she would go mad as desire shot through her.
When he worked his way between her legs, he kissed her black lace underwear, already moist with passion. The sensation was so erotic that she feared she’d come, and she didn’t want to, not yet.
Whether he felt her impatience, or it was his own, didn’t matter, she was just relieved when his fingers took hold of the band of her panties and pulled the flimsy lace down, stripping it completely off her.
He turned her over quickly, nipping along her firm bottom and she had to smile recalling his earlier words in the library. He was a man of his word.
After his tongue drove her to climax, he got to his knees and slipped his arms under her thighs to lift her up so that he could slip his penis easily into her. All sound reasoning was lost after that. She didn’t know how many times she came, though it amazed her that she came hard each time. For someone who had been accustomed to flaccid orgasms, this was a dream—no—fantasy come true.