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 practically 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 hi
s 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 IV
The Vampire’s Spell
Paranormal Romance
About the Book
Ariella Fontago is a super smart accountant that lives in Las Vegas. She has a job, and a nice apartment. She’s content in her life. That is until she discovers a horrible truth about her current employers. Suddenly found jobless with no prospects, Ariella makes a decision to count cards for money. She does live in Las Vegas after all.
Enter Lucian Holloway, millionaire hotel and casino owner. After catching the beauty trying to steal his money, he does something unthinkable. He offers her a job working for him. There is one little issue though; Lucian is a vampire.
Ariella thinks that she can handle the fact that Lucian is a vamp, but when push comes to shove what will she choose, love or loneliness? Can she open her mind to the possibilities of the unknown?
Chapter One
Ariella couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was sitting in a large conference room with her boss. She thought that they were here to discuss what she had discovered, but apparently her boss had other ideas.
“As I said, Miss Fontago, we are sorry but we have decided to let you go. You have been a valued employee, but sadly that isn’t enough anymore,” Robert Lewis said.
“I don’t understand, Robert. I came to you with the news of a ponzi scheme and yet here you are firing me?”
“That is exactly why you are being fired. Surely you understand that if word got out that things were not on the up and up, it would be a huge issue for the company.” Robert leaned in closer to her, “Let me be very clear here, Miss Fontago. We are letting you go. If we thought that you could be trusted we would still be working together but since you have proven that you can’t do that, we have no choice but to remove you. Not only that, but to ensure our safety we have blacklisted you to all HR departments in the city. And if you want to ensure your own safety I would advise you to stay away from the police.” Robert leaned back in his chair and smiled.
Ariella was furious. How dare he think that he could pull something so high handed and get away with it. She just wanted to yell and scream at him. But she didn’t. Instead she chose to act like the professional that she was. “If that is all then?” She said as she stood from the table.
“I guess that is it, Miss Fontago.”
Ariella nodded her head and left the office. She headed down the elevator and made it to her car that was parked in the attached parking garage. She drove home in a daze and made her way up to her apartment. Letting herself in, she flopped down on the couch and let out the tears that she had been holding in.
The entire situation was unfair, and yet it didn’t seem like she could do anything about it. Robert Lewis and his group of cronies obviously were doing something illegal and trying their best to keep it hidden. She had worked for them for a couple of years now, and after a lot of research and number crunching she had finally found the issue; an undercover Ponzi scheme.
Choosing not to believe Robert about the blacklist, she vowed to send out as many resumes as it took to find another job. Ariella had some money in savings but thanks to her shoe collection, it wasn’t as big as it used to be. If she was going to be able to continue to afford her nicer apartment she would have to find a source of income. Surely as an accountant it wouldn’t be that hard to find something, she thought.
Ariella woke up in a bad mood. Deciding that she would need to lose her grumpiness if she was to land a job, she got up and went to take a hot shower. She let the spray run over her, washing away all the hurt from the day before. She got out, got dressed and headed to the kitchen to start some coffee. She could do anything with enough coffee in her veins.
While the coffee was brewing she pulled up the ‘help wanted’ ads on her laptop. She found a couple that might be okay, so she saved them and continued her search. By the time she had drank the entire pot of coffee she had at least fifteen ads saved.
Ariella started to send out cover letters and resumes to each company. By noon she had finished and decided to clean up the apartment for a bit. Time flew by as she cleaned and scrubbed and washed. She checked her email again and nothing new was there. Ariella turned on the TV and began to binge watch her favorite shows that she was behind on.
Three days later, she still hadn’t heard back from any of the companies. She decided to call and check on her applications, so one by one she called the HR offices. Each and every one had a different line of delivery, but the outcome was all the same. They appreciated her applying but they were looking for someone else. End of story, no other explanations were given.
Feeling even more defeated than before, Ariella began to really start to panic. Obviously, Robert hadn’t been kidding when he said that she had been blacklisted. But until now it hadn’t seemed possible.
Ariella went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of wine out. Deciding that glasses weren’t necessary, she uncorked the top to open the bottle. She took a long drink as she walked over to the couch. Not wanting to think about anything important, she turned on the TV and started channel surfing.
She landed on some movie about college kids scamming casinos so that they could pay for their tuition. She had never seen the movie before but as she sat there watching and drinking, the idea of counting cards seemed like a piece of cake. The more she watched the bigger the idea got in her brain. Ariella was smart, especially when it came to numbers. She was an accountant after all.
She watched the rest of the movie, not caring for the part where the students got caught. By the time the credits rolled, Ariella had drank enough wine for her plan to make perfect sense. She would make her money by counting cards at a casino. And she would get away with it, of this she was one hundred percent sure.
She went back to the fridge to get her second bottle of wine and grabbed her laptop on the way back to the couch. She started in on the second bottle while she searched Google for her answers.
Chapter Two
Lucian was sitting at his desk, trying to pay attention to the spreadsheet in front of him. For some reason his brain wouldn’t cooperate and nothing was making sense. He leaned back
in his chair and crossed his leg over his knee. He took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes.
He still thought it was ridiculous that an immortal would need help to read, but that was indeed the case. His body might look like a fit thirty-five year old, but his eyes felt their 372 years.
He was just putting his glasses back on when the phone rang. “Hello,” he answered.
“Hi, Mr. Holloway,” Jenny, his assistant, greeted. “Security just called and asked if you could come down and check out a situation. Said it was a Class C.”
“Ok, thank you, Jenny.” Lucian hung up the phone, feeling grateful for a reason to get out of the office. He was interested to see who would be brave enough to try counting cards, which is what the security team termed as a Class C.
He made his way two floors down to where the security office was located. The walls were filled with all sorts of different sized monitors, each one showing a different section of the casino. There was a bull pit area where employees were busy scanning footage. Lucian walked to the back of the room towards his head of security’s office.
Billy Mills was a tall man, he had a shiny bald head and skin the color of mocha. His smile was big and contagious and it took a lot to ruffle his feathers. Billy smiled as Lucian entered his office.
“Hey boss,” he said.
“Hi Billy. Jenny said there was a Class C?”
“Yep. In the Diamond Room. Table five, blonde female,” Billy said as he pulled up the footage on the big screen that was hanging on the wall.
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