Chapter 6
Though she knew that they weren't, it felt as though Leliana was flying from how fast that Victor was sprinting over the rooftops. She appreciated that he didn't try anything theatrical, and opted to just get them as far away as possible. She worried for John; she managed to see him running behind them, but she hasn't seen him since they left the Red Baron Inn, and she feared the worst.
“John is going to be alright,” Victor said, as though he sensed her thoughts. “He's heading to his house to check on his wife. He said he would come to your house later tonight to check on you.”
“I'm relieved he made it out, too,” she sighed, looking up at him. “So where are we headed? My place?” Victor nodded.
“The Syndicate won't dare give chase tonight – we took out a large number of them, and Veronique isn't one for doing things herself. We've got time to regroup and get a plan together.”
“We still don't know where the kidnapped people are,” Leliana said glumly.
“We'll find them,” he promised as they neared her apartment window. “Don't you worry about that. Right now, we just need to lay low for a little while.” He smirked down at her as he stopped outside her apartment. “Besides, I've been looking forward to that... gratitude that you were going to show me.” She smirked flirtatiously at him as he opened her window and slipped them both inside. She turned to say something to him, but was cut off when his mouth came down upon her neck, ravishing her with kisses and teasing the flesh with his tongue.
As she turned and shut the window and locked it, Leliana's hand automatically fumbled for the light switch. Evidently, they didn't need it, or at least, that must have been Victor's conclusion for how firmly he pressed her against the wall beside the window. Even as he crashed his mouth into hers, the vampire's elongated fangs teasing her lower lip, she found that she wanted more of him. They let their mouths dance out an intricate battle for dominance in the muted moonlight that bled in through the window beside them until the need for air inarguably outweighed their need for release.
With a groan, she leaned her body against his. He trailed his hands up the skirt of her dress and closed his fingers around the waistband of her panties, clearly not interested in the long game, at least, not this time around. She let him slide the undergarment down her legs and shakily kicked them away. When he kneeled down and pressed his face into her womanly folds, she had to steady herself against the wall, pressing herself harder against it as the pleasure of his tongue licking her sex and his mouth kissing her clit made her entire body quake with want for release.
She carded her fingers through his hair as he continued to lavish his attention upon her sex. She loved the way that he felt between her thighs, and she cried out when his tongue swirled around her clitoris. He slid backwards, guiding her into sitting down slowly, letting her slide down the wall until her ample buttocks pressed into the carpet on her floor. Her thighs hung over his shoulders, her back was against the wall as he continued curling his tongue inside of her, stroking that little bundle of nerves that sent her reeling, pressing his fingers into her thighs with an iron grip. She writhed against him, feeling the coil in her belly tighten, knowing that she was one or two artful strokes of his tongue away from orgasm.
She angled her hips, trying to help him find that last stroke that would send her toppling over into bliss. Just when she thought that he found it, he pulled away, coaxing a whimper out of her. She tried to chase his mouth with her hips, hoping for something, anything that would let her come. He pressed her back into the carpet firmly, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.
“I'm not done with you just yet,” he growled into the flesh of her thigh, pressing a kiss at the skin there. He held her there and continued to lick at her sex teasingly, worlds away from dedicating himself to making her cum, but just enough that she desperately wanted more. He looked up at her and licked his lips slowly. “I love the way you taste on my tongue,” he said, accentuating it with another long stroke of his tongue that left her squirming and whimpering. “But I love the noises that you make even more.” He pulled back all the way suddenly, scooping her up again and bringing her up to a standing position. She purred at the way that he pressed himself behind her when he set her down. “Can you feel what you do to me?” He whispered. He kissed her ear and she brought her hips back to grind her backside against his erection, clearly straining at his pants.
He slowly turned her around and she placed a hand on his shoulder and took her time letting her hand trail down, hooking a finger into the waistband of his pants as their lips met once again in a heated kiss.
“Bed,” Leliana managed to pant when he pulled back just enough to suck in a gulp of air. With a moan of her own, she pressed open mouthed kisses into his exposed collar bone, the heel of her free hand pressing against the rapidly hardening length between them, and he shuddered, lost in the sensation.
“How should we do this?” He asked, ever mindful of her being comfortable.
“Don't care,” she gasped audibly when Victor finally, finally pushed their hips together, all but drilling her into the wall behind them. “Need...” her words were swallowed in a groan that was practically punched out of her lungs when he nudged her face over, allowing him access to her neck, his mouth and tongue playing on her pulse point once more. He felt her heat pounding out a rhythmic beat in time with the blood pumping through her veins, and he subconsciously rolled his hips against it, seeking friction.
“Might be messy,” Victor groaned, his teeth teasing the point on her neck he had just got done lavishing attention on with his tongue. Leliana all but wailed, her knees buckling at the pulsing need that flooded into her molten core. His erection was bordering on painful at this point, from restriction in his pants and the friction built from his hips grinding into hers blindly. She flicked the button on his pants to pop it open. His erection did the rest of the work for them, pushing the zipper down to spring free of its confines like a man escaping prison. Victor's tongue darted out to lap at her jawline, rising up to lap at the freshly healing wound on her cheek before their lips found one another again.
“Don't care,” she was panting heavily, as though she had just sprinted a thousand miles, and was now pressing her hips back against his insistently. Her head fell into the crook of his neck, and it earned her a chuckle from the vampire. “Oh, yes,” she keened when his fingers began to tease her entrance, and yelped in surprise when he lifted her effortlessly. Her legs automatically wrapped around his middle, eliciting a groan out of the two of them when their heated sexes were pressed together more fully from the change in position. He ground his throbbing erection against her labia, slicking it with her wetness.
“I could just fuck you against the wall,” Victor groaned into her mouth as they kissed again. Once he'd safely maneuvered to the bedroom and made it to the bed with little incident, he set her down on her plush mattress. “Or I could have my way with you right here, like you wanted,” he was already pulling the skirt of her dress up, a clear indicator that he wasn't really in the mood for switching position, but she knew he would, if she asked. “Do you like it when someone talks dirty in your ear?” Though the question had been murmured in that sexy husk that Victor was clearly talented at, and she panted a moment before responding.
“Y-yes, yes, oh, yes,” she swallowed when he groaned against the skin of her neck. He gasped when she began to push his pants past the curve of his ass, just enough to squeeze his rear and pull him closer to her. “God, it's sexy when you do it,” she mewled when those talented hands grabbed one of her supple breasts, kneading the flesh in a rhythmic pattern.
“Noted,” Victor said as he pulled her dress off of her entirely, exposing her nearly nude body to him. All that remained was her bra, which took little to divest her of. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words dissolved into a quiet moan as she watched him roll his hips, the head of his cock skimming over her womanly folds, not entering, but teasing until she was pract
ically sobbing.
“I need to come, please fuck me, please, Victor,” she was scarcely making sense, and she knew that he was just trying to be a kind and caring lover and ensure that she was well lubricated, but that's not what she needed right then. The ache in her core was near unbearable, and she craved release like a drug habit that she just can't kick.
“My, my,” Victor cooed, slicked head of his cock finally parting her folds, but he went no further than that for the longest moment. She actually sobbed in relief at the near forgotten pressure that came with having something there, but she knew she needed more of it, and for him to just fucking move. “You're so eager,” he noted as he slid out of her again. She whined.
“Yes, please give me your cock, please, I need it!” She begged. He chuckled, head slipping into her again.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he said with a grin. “Open your eyes. Want to see you,” he mumbled into the skin of her neck before pressing kisses there. She began to feel under his shirt once she'd opened her eyes – when had she closed them? - wanting to see his skin and feel it against her fingertips, enjoying his groan when she skimmed past a sensitive nipple. Victor trembled with want. “Lay back, I've got you,” he placed a hand on her shoulder, tenderly coaxing her down to lie flat on her back. He soon followed, hovering over her with an awed expression before the head of his cock was back inside of her. He used his thumb and began to hit that sweet spot that made Leliana all but sing, head thrown back, and pleading for her long delayed orgasm. After thoroughly working her entrance and only when he was absolutely sure she was ready did he finally push his cock all the way to the hilt inside of her.
She keened in pleasure, suddenly remembering why she loved the feeling of being filled with someone, why she had missed it so much. Victor's erection was just long enough and thick enough that the pleasure never quite morphed into pain, but still made her feel utterly stretched. Or maybe that was thanks to his dexterous fingers working her so thoroughly beforehand. He rocked his hips against hers- not enough to pull his length out, but just enough to ensure that there was still friction while she stretched to accommodate his girth fully.
“Move, Victor, please oh, Victor-!” The vampire complied, pulling out nearly all the way until it was only his head that was still inside before sliding back home, and soon they set themselves a steady, if grueling pace. His hips snapped against hers like a well-oiled piston, and it wasn't long before the heat that coiled deep in her belly threatened to snap, needing to be let out. They were both panting, clearly desperate for release but reluctant to end it. Surprisingly, it was Victor who spoke up first.
“Leliana,” he panted. “Not gonna last, so close, ah,” he brought his hand between them and began to stroke her clit with vigor once more. He might as well have shot her, for how much she jumped when her orgasm hit. She clenched around his cock, and it was finally too much, and Victor was tumbling after her over the edge of bliss.
They lay there for a long time after they came down from their high, gulping in air and simply reveling in the closeness their position afforded them. After a few more moments, Victor rose and chuckled.
“We should probably clean up.” She laughed and nodded, going into the bathroom to take care of that. With the task completed, she walked back out to where Victor was sitting on her bed, still naked. A thought occurred to her, and she smiled down at him.
“Hey, we made it out of there alright, yeah?” She asked. He breathed a laugh.
“You could say that, yes.”
“Well, I made a promise to myself for if I made it out of there,” she grinned. “Want to go and get some coffee? I'd like to get to know the man that saved my life a little better.” He grinned as they began to dress.
“I could think of worse things to do,” he said as he clasped his hand in hers. “Lead the way.”
The End
Part IX
Devil Love
Vampire Romance
About the Book
What does a private investigator have to do with a vampire? Normally, not much, but Lexa Charles finds herself drawn into a whirlwind romance with one when he risks his life to save her.
Lexa is a private investigator hired to follow around spouses who spend their time cheating. The pay is good. She doesn’t have to talk to anyone and she gets to work for herself; what more could a girl ask for?
Then she takes on a client who leads her down a path that might be too much for her to handle. In fact, she gets embroiled in a case that could lead to her death until an alluring stranger saves her life. He leaves before she gets his name but then serendipity leads them back into each other’s lives and he actually needs her help. Feelings, secrets, and sensuality abound as Lexa eventually succumbs to the sensual promise of the vampire’s arms.
Chapter 1
I couldn’t stop the cynical look that crossed my face as I watched my client, Cooper Harris, look up at his stunningly beautiful wife and smile. They were the quintessential perfect couple, unless you looked beyond the surface. His smile looked strained, clearly forced and she returned his smile with an equally false, yet radiant, one of her own. Cooper was seated at a small round private table in the front of the large elegant hall where all two hundred of their guests pottered about. Up until then his wife Hilary had been seated with him. Mrs. Harris now stood up and kissed Cooper on top of his balding head. To onlookers the gesture might have seemed sweet; however, I knew her attention to that spot must have made Cooper furious as it was a deliberate snub given that she berated him almost on a daily basis for losing his hair as if male-pattern baldness was something he could have prevented. As she walked away in a backless evening gown that left little to the imagination numerous eyes followed her as expected and warranted. I wondered where she was going and frankly from the way she had been surreptitiously guzzling back champagne all night, I was just surprised that she could even stand.
The Harrises were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary with a vow renewal ceremony and had spent most of the night making speeches in honor of each other while holding hands in a seemingly loving manner. It would have been a moving ceremony for anyone who didn’t know the actual gritty details of their marriage. Lucky me, I thought sarcastically to myself. I knew the couple, well at least Hilary Harris, far too well. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes every time they kissed or made googly eyes at each other. I knew it wasn’t real. After all, Cooper had hired me to follow his wife who he suspected of cheating and he went as far as to invite me to this shindig. I had been invited solely to catch her in the act. I still couldn’t believe it.
When Cooper first mentioned it, I looked at him incredulously.
“Um... don’t you think it’ll be a little awkward for me to show up at your ceremony? I am the person stalking your wife, you know?” I said earlier that week when he appeared at my office and started filling me in on his plan. He walked in unceremoniously and requested my presence at said event. His request surprised me, to say the least. He had caught me in the middle of cleaning out the office since I was bored and short of clients. I hated being idle. I had placed a hand on my narrow hips and looked at him closely. My brown eyes were skeptical of the soundness of his plan as I surveyed him.
“I don’t trust her. I don’t trust her at all. I wouldn’t be surprised if her lover shows up at the ceremony. I just need you to get some pictures so I can divorce her and be done with it.
I wanted to argue with him and tell him that he was being ridiculous. In my line of work, I had done some crazy things, but this was a first. However, he was a paying client, the only one I had at the time, and he was paying me well, so I shrugged my shoulders and mumbled, “You’re the boss.”
I didn’t need to bother replying since he was already gone before the words were fully out of my mouth. Apparently, he had issued an order, not a request. No wonder she cheats, I thought to myself, Cooper’s a bit of a tyrant.
On the night of the celebration, I shoved my la
nky figure into a little black dress and slapped on lipstick and eyeliner. I gave my reflection a cursory glance and left, tucking strands of my strawberry blonde hair behind my ears. It was straight, fine, and never seemed to do what I asked, so I kept it cut into a bob that was easy for my line of work. I was a private investigator and most of my clients were disgruntled spouses. Not much of a romantic, it was the perfect job for me. I felt cheaters deserved to be caught and when I presented the evidence and the client began to ball, I was always ready with a box of Kleenex while I handed them a bill for the rest of my expenses.
Sighing to myself, I drove to Cooper’s vow renewal ceremony thinking what an incredibly bad idea this was for at least the hundredth time, but I needed the money and Cooper paid me up front. I couldn’t disappoint him. Most of my business referrals were word of mouth and given the high percentages of divorces in my county, I figured Cooper would have a friend or two in the not too distant future who would need my help. I dropped my car off with the valet and walked purposefully up the marble steps of the hotel where the event was being held. After stopping to speak with the receptionist, I directed to the location of the ceremony.
I didn’t know how much help I was going to be following his wife around in front of a crowd of hundreds of guests, but I did my best, making idle chitchat with the person attending the bar and then a couple of the waitresses and busboys. They just looked at me bewildered for the most part.
“So does bartending rack in great tips as everyone says or is it barely enough to make rent? Because I have one of those jobs: Not bartending, the barely enough to make rent type of job.” I laughed at my own pitiful excuse for a joke.
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