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The Vampire's Kiss

The Vampire’s Kiss(20)
Author: Cynthia Eden

His fingers felt rough, yet his touch was incredibly gentle. His hand lifted, moving up her rib cage and toward the rise of her br**sts.

Heat pooled low in her belly. Her ni**les tightened in anticipation. And she knew that she’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted William.

His hand cradled her breast, lightly teasing the nipple through the lacy covering of her bra. His other arm locked her hips against his, and he pushed against her. His tongue continued to stroke her throat. Long, sensuous licks of his tongue flicked against her skin. She felt the edge of his incisors press against her.

Her eyes flew open, and she stared into the fire. The flames burned, strong and bright. Like the desire that raged through her.

He growled, spinning her around in a quick move that left her gasping for breath. He stared down at her. His eyes were black, deep pools of black desire. She could see the edge of his fangs. White, gleaming.

«Take off your shirt,” he ordered, his gaze locked on her face.

Before, with her back to him, it had been different. She’d been lost to his touch, to the magic of the feelings flowing through her. Now, standing face-to-face with him, she felt suddenly awkward, shy.

But she wouldn’t back down. Her hands shook as she reached for the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it up quickly, and then she tossed the garment onto a nearby chair. She took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the fire against her skin. She looked up, staring into his swirling gaze.

What would he think of her? She knew her br**sts were small, that her skin was too pale. He’d undoubtedly been with dozens of women. Beautiful women with perfect bodies. She would never measure up to them.

His stare dropped, and he stared at the lacy black bra she wore. It was small, just scraps of lace. He licked his lips.

Savannah swallowed.

«Now your jeans,” he said, his voice guttural. His cheeks were flushed and his jaw was clenched.

Savannah kicked off her shoes and pushed off her socks. She took a deep breath, and her fingers lifted to the button at her waist. She fumbled, struggling with the clasp. Her hands shook as she slowly slid down the zipper. In seconds, she’d pushed the jeans away, and she stood before him, clad only in the thin black lace of her bra and panties.

He stared at her, his gaze traveling over her like a physical touch. “You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.»

He stepped toward her. His hands lifted, locking around her waist. He pulled her against him, against the rough fabric of his shirt and pants. She gasped, her skin feeling hypersensitive.

He lowered his head, and his lips locked on hers. His tongue pushed boldly into her mouth. She met him full force, kissing him with all of the desire she had.

She felt her bra drop to the floor, and she wondered when he’d unhooked it. Then his hands were on her body, and she stopped thinking at all.

His fingers plucked at her ni**les, squeezing and releasing the tight buds. Her knees shook, and she leaned into his touch. His head lowered, and he began to lick and suckle his way down her body. His tongue felt like rough silk.

He lowered her onto the hard wooden floor. It felt cold against her back. But she didn’t care. His lips were locked on her nipple, and he was licking her, suckling her hungrily.

She moaned. Never had she felt such need. She lifted her lower body, arching against him. She felt so empty. She needed him, needed him to fill the emptiness inside of her.

She felt his pants against the tender skin of her thighs. She wanted to feel him.

«Your clothes,” she gasped. “Take off your clothes. I want to—»

Before she could finish the sentence, his clothes melted away. Her eyes widened in shock. How had he—

He spread her legs, positioning his body carefully against her. His mouth continued to lick her br**sts, to stroke and arouse. His hand slid down, over the curve of her stomach and then to the curling patch of red hair at the juncture of her thighs. He parted her tender folds, and his fingers began to stroke her. A choked cry slipped past her lips.

He growled, and his mouth suckled harder.

One of his fingers moved to her opening. Her hips moved frantically. She could feel the tension tightening through her body. She needed him, needed him desperately. Her head thrashed.

His finger slid inside.

She gasped.

He lifted his head, staring down at her with eyes that glowed red.

«You’re wet for me, Savannah. I can feel your need.»

His finger stroked deeper, moving in and out of her body in a light rhythm.

It wasn’t enough. Her body shook. She needed more. She needed him.

«William!” She shuddered, pressing her body against his hand.

«You’re so tight.” He licked the curve of her breast. “But you’ll take me, won’t you? You’ll take me into your beautiful body.»

His thumb pressed against her, and the tension in her body mounted. Heat flashed through her, and she strained, desperate for a release from the savage hunger sweeping through her.

She’d never felt such need. Her body ached, throbbed. She was struggling desperately for relief, an ease to the pounding need that swept through her. “I can’t—I can’t—” Savannah didn’t know what she needed, what would stop the fire that burned her.

William knew. He moved, pressing his erection against her moist opening. “Look at me,” he growled. The tip of his shaft penetrated her. “Look at me!»

Her gaze snapped to meet his. His face was carved in harsh lines of need. Of hunger.

«There’s no going back, Savannah.»

He thrust against her, a strong, deep thrust that pushed him fully into her body. Savannah cried out at the unexpected pain.

He froze and stared at her, his expression shocked. He held his body still within her. Sweat broke out on his brow.

Savannah’s body slowly relaxed around him as the burning pain faded to a slow throb. “It’s all right,” she whispered. “I’m okay now.” She moved her hips slightly against his.

His control shattered. A low growl rumbled in his throat, the sound like that of a wild beast. His hands lifted her, positioning her legs around his waist and holding her body tightly against his. He thrust into her, deep and hard. Again and again.

And her need returned. Desire tore through her. With every thrust of his hips, he sent her higher, closer to the edge of burning pleasure. She could feel him all around her. In her. So strong.

He moved her hips, pushing deeper into her than ever before. Savannah’s body tightened. His hand slid between their bodies and he touched her, just one touch.

She exploded. Pleasure roared through her body. She screamed his name.

He kept thrusting against her. Deeper. Harder. He lowered his head. She felt his breath against her neck. Felt the scrape of his teeth.

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