by Kiersten Fay
He led her toward the full-length mirror. He stood behind her as she faced it. “I want you to watch me make you come.” He found the zipper at her hip and unzipped her skirt. The fabric piled around her heels. He helped her out of her blouse next.
Now bared to his gaze but for her undergarments, her nerves returned.
“Mmm. Black silk,” he said in a gruff tone, running the back of his finger over the strap on her shoulder blade. “This is gorgeous on you.”
She shivered, those nerves dimming for him once more.
“You have a beautiful body,” he told her as his hands traveled over her exposed flesh: her sides, her stomach, her hips. He kissed her lightly on the shoulder, his talented hands trailing up her torso to cup her breasts. The action brought her flush against him, and she could feel his power all around her. Thick cords of muscle flexed deliciously as he coiled one arm around her body as if to hold her in place while his free hand explored breasts, lightly pinching one nipple till she whimpered, then the other.
“You like what I do to you.”
It wasn’t a question. She met his gaze in the mirror, then her own. Cheeks flush, eyes hooded, she appeared drunk...lust drunk.
“The things I want to do to you. For you. Are you ready, Little Dove?” The gleam in his eyes promised nothing but pleasure.
Her breath caught with a zing of sizzling anticipation.
“You need me to make you come.”
At length, she nodded.
He dipped his head and grinned, his lips softly brushing her shoulder. “I need you to say it, beautiful girl.”
“Please,” she muttered. “I need you to make me come.”
Something like a groan rumbled out of him. He slipped his fingers past the fabric of her panties and found her core; hot, swollen, needy. Her head lulled as she moaned at the initial sensation of his foreign touch.
“Christ, you’re so ready,” he muttered with wonder, expertly stroking her sensitive folds.
“Oh, god!” she cried, shards of bliss assaulting her senses.
“How long can you hold out, I wonder?”
Already her body shook, bombarded by dizzying pleasure, primed to shatter. Waves of ecstasy pounded the walls of her resistance.
Then his wicked fingers found a rhythm that had her eyes rolling back in her head. Her head fell back against him.
“Mm, so close. Let me hear you scream.” His thick finger circled her clitoris.
She did scream then. Wild, white-hot, bliss surged in her veins. Blinding ecstasy took root at the base of her brain, building, growing, and finally exploding through her entire body. She tossed her head back and cried out to the ceiling as assaulting pleasure lashed her over and over, mercilessly, rendering her a mass of pure, erotic, quivering, sensation.
Her knees buckled under the weight of nirvana. The vampire hooked his free arm around her torso and held her upright against his body.
Slowly, breath by breath, she came back down. Her chest thundered, skin warm and feverish. Yet she felt refreshed. Desired.
And hungry for more.
