by Sylvia Day
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swelled and wept. And through his heat and mindless lust she felt his love, powerful and true. She lifted her heels to the edge of the desk, opening herself completely to receive his mounting. Fuck me.
Derek’s haunches bunched tighter with his crouch and then he sprang. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. She’d asked for the beast and that was exactly what she was going to get—a raw, primal claiming.
The only warning she got that she’d miscalculated was the hot steam of his breath across her inner thighs an instant before his tongue slipped inside her. Gasping in surprise, Sable lifted onto her elbows, affording her a breathtaking view of his gorgeous face buried with enthusiasm between her thighs.
His tongue, elongated by the vampirism within him, laved the creamy walls her pussy with surprising tenderness in his animalistic state. Lapping, licking and fucking, he goaded her desire, built her passion. He latched onto her clit as two fingers slipped in through her cream and began to plunge slowly. Sable cried out as she spasmed in climax, her sheath rhythmically sucking at his thrusting fingers. His mouth moved to the pulsing vein on her inner thigh and he struck deep with his fangs.
Instantly his sensual call enveloped her and she was lost in the mindless pleasure of his fucking fingers and the deep, erotic pulling of his warm mouth on her skin. She came hard, her orgasm blinding her with pleasure.
When he finally released her, Sable collapsed backward upon the desk. Her heart pounded hard against her rib cage, her thighs trembled and her entire body quaked in the aftermath of her powerful release. Derek crawled over her, his eyes lit with masculine satisfaction, and his seductive grin was feral and predatory. He gripped his thick cock in one hand and started to enter her when she pushed him away with such force he sprawled on his back on the floor. She pounced on him and laughed.
“Not so fast, lover. This time, you’re mine.”
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Derek looked up at the beautiful woman who caged him to the floor with her body and fell even deeper in love. Sable had let her own animal loose, releasing her power and desire to soak the air around them.
Everything primitive and fierce within her answered the call of everything base and carnal within him. She was his mate, his better half, his truest love. She complemented and completed him. And she had come back to him.
She loved him.
In one fell swoop, she thrust her hips downward and engulfed his cock in the heated, creamy embrace of her cunt. His back arched as sharp pains of pleasure flared out from his groin and fired every nerve ending in his body. But Sable didn’t give him time to recover, her cunt slipped up and down his erection at a rapidly increasing, superhuman pace. He’d never been fucked by a vampire in her full animal state before.
It was glorious, primordial. He could feel every inch of her and experienced, through her thoughts, how he felt inside her. How he stretched her and filled her perfectly.
Pumping and gasping, Sable rode him hard and then harder, claiming him. His balls tightened, his cock swelled, his eyes clenched shut along with his jaw. Derek felt her mouth suckling his neck the second before her fangs sunk deep. Her head remained motionless as she drank from him while her hips continued the wild fucking of his shaft. She called to him, sweetly brushing across his mind and his soul.
I love you love you love you love you love you.
Growling and snarling and cursing, he exploded in orgasm with hard, pulsing jets of come, spewing his essence directly into her core, branding her from the inside. His claws ripped into the rug beneath him. Pleasure inundated him, pouring out of him and into her mind. Sable screamed, her cunt clamping onto his jerking cock as she joined him, still chanting her love, while soaking up all of his.
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her body she could still feel him pulsing and deep in her soul she felt the warmth of his love.
“Will you marry me?” he asked as his hands stroked the length of her spine.
“Of course.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I have another proposition for you as well.”
“Really?” she drawled, rising onto her elbows to look at him. For the first time the affection in his eyes brought her joy and not pain.
His sexy mouth curved in a smile. “I want you to work for me.”
“Hmmm.”
“I want to keep you close by. I have an idea that’ll keep you busy and out of trouble.”
“Trouble?” She arched a brow. “I’m never in trouble.”
Derek rolled his eyes and laughed. “Hear me out. We have to make preemptive strikes against the Federation. They know half the Council consists of vamps. If they find a way to kill us it will disrupt the entire universe. I’ve decided to establish an elite corps of vamp agents to handle missions that require superhuman skills and the utmost secrecy. And I want you to help me train the agents I select.”
Sable shook her head sadly. “The council will never go for it. Vamps are facing too much bigotry and opposition as it is. To create a group that excludes humans because they don’t possess our skills will be political suicide for you.”
He grinned. “That’s why no one is going to know the corps exists except for you and me.”
“And if we get caught, Derek? What then?”
“I can afford to support us indefinitely, but it won’t happen.” He licked her lips.
“What do you think? Ready to take on the universe with me?”
She brushed back a damp lock of hair that had tumbled onto his forehead. “I think I love you. And if I can take you on, I can take on anything.”
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He growled. “Is that a yes?” He grew hard again inside her.
She rolled her eyes. “Are you always going to use sex to get what you want from me?”
Rolling her beneath him, he gifted her with a devilish smile. “That’s my intention.”
She purred. “How can I refuse an offer like that?”
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Sylvia Day is the multi-published author of highly sensual romantic fiction set in historical and futuristic settings. A former Russian linguist with the US Army Military Intelligence, she now writes full-time. When she’s not working on her next erotic romance, you can find her chatting with visitors on her weblog, message board and chat loop http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SylviaDayBookCafe.
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