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Wave after wave of searing, slick rapture.
But the intensity continued to build, almost frightening her. Her eyes flashed open. "L-Lothaire?" she whispered as her sex helplessly continued to spasm, empty. "It wont end!"
His fiery gaze was locked on hers. He spoke foreign words to her that she didnt understand, but they throbbed with ferocity, with hunger.
Those eyes . . . lost in them.
Finally, her release subsided. With a whimper, Ellie collapsed over him, burying her face against his neck.
Im out of my depth.
Shed never known anything like this. There were orgasms, and then there was coming!
Wrapping his arm around her neck, he yanked her beside him, drag-
ging her close until her breasts pressed hard against his side. She had no other place to put her hand but on his heaving chest, above his thundering heart.
Emotionally stunted, sexually desperate, she repeated to herself. That was the only reason shed just screamed in abandon with the male who was bent on killing her.
The vampire whod bitten her lip for blood.
After a hesitation, he rested his chin on her head. Just when she thought they were acting like normal lovers, he grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand into the wet heat of his pants. "Eager little Elizabeth. Feel what you made me do. "
Without thought, she closed her fingers around his damp shaft, still semihard. When it pulsed in reaction, she sighed softly. The first one shed ever held.
She longed to see it, to kiss it. Never had she been interested in giving head, as hed called it. But now she licked her top lip, imagining it was the swollen crown. . . .
"If I wasnt so spent, Id make you clean me up. " He sounded angry, but then he leaned down to brush his lips over her ear. "With your tongue. "
She shivered at his husky tone. As she pondered whether he was serious, and what her own reaction might be, he said, "The blood kiss didnt bother you. "
"I was kind of in the moment. I pleased you, didnt I?" She gave him a squeeze, earning a growl. "Made you yell to the rafters?"
He suddenly went tense, clutching her wrist hard. "All your effort was in vain, little pet. " He yanked her hand away. "Your pathetic attempt to garner my affections failed. You cant compare to Saroya. "
Without another word, he disappeared.
Wallowing in a human, just like my father.
Appalled with himself, Lothaire traced into his bathroom, stripping for another shower. As the water sluiced over him, he pressed his palms against the wall, grappling for calm.
In the throes, hed wanted to consume Elizabeth, so frenzied hed reverted to his native tongue.
Hed never lost control like that, couldnt remember ever coming so hard-as if hed been dismantled like a puzzle, then slowly pieced back together.
And he hadnt even claimed her.
He would never forget the look in her eyes when shed grabbed his hair, yanking him close for more of that blood-drenched kiss.
Ill never forget coming like a fountain as my Bride orgasmed over me.
No, no . . . she wasnt his Bride. Being near Saroya before had primed him; Elizabeth had merely been in the right place at the right time.
If Saroya had bothered to rise, she would have wrung that staggering ejaculation from him. Saroya would be the one intriguing the living hell out of him right now.
Still, he kept replaying what had just occurred with the mortal, finding himself aroused all over again. Just moments after that kind of release?
He scowled down at his rampant cock. This will not do.
Hed ridiculed Elizabeths intentions, expecting to be amused by her inexperience. At the very least, hed expected her to feign desire. Instead, shed been desperate to come, working his seed from him without using her mouth or hands.
By riding him. Wantonly. Which made him imagine her naked, riding other things. My thigh, my mouth . . .
Elizabeth had said shed had boyfriends enough. How many had she practiced on to be able to move like that?
How many had been just like him, lost in her, powerless to do anything but spill beneath her? Lothaires fangs sharpened with aggression at the thought of her with another.
At least none of her "boyfriends" had taken her virginity. He wondered why she hadnt squandered it. Lothaire hadnt been there to interrupt every swimming session with young males, and obviously she enjoyed her sexuality.
As did I.
He smirked. Elizabeths maidenhead belongs to me alone.
His smirk faded. He would never know her like that. He could only claim Saroya.
Never to experience Elizabeths unbridled passion? Never to inch his cock into her dripping sex?
So hed be no different from all her other conquests.
His fist shot out, connecting with the wall. Marble crumbled; his erection waned.
He wanted to kill anyone shed been with. To annihilate them all. Horde vampires were notorious for seizing on sudden ideas, acting on stray impulses. Just as his mind was about to seize on murder and his seven little tasks became eight, he heard her marching into his bathroom.
Curiosity ruled him once more. What would she do?
He turned to lean his arm against the glass, resting his forehead on it. "Back for more, pet?" he said casually, though he felt anything but. Shed marched in with her breasts still bared, her shoulders back. His fists clenched, his cock distending once more.
She looked impetuous, her eyes defiant. She flipped that mane of hair over her shoulders, which almost earned her a position in his shower.
"Im here to remind you of something. "
Of what, of what? Pleasure rippled through him, almost like amusement. But his tone was bored. "Hmm. Remind me?" Why was his voice hoarse?
Ah, from my shocked yells to the rafters.
She snatched up his discarded pants from the floor. "When you do recount my clumsy attempts to Saroya, be sure to mention the part where I rode you like a lazy horse and made you cream-jeans faster than a fifteen-year-old schoolboy squeezin a tit for the first time. " She flung his pants into the shower. "You might wanna get these cleaned. " She turned on her heel and sauntered out of the room.
He stared after her. Cream-jeans? Lazy horse?
Unbidden, his lips curled into a grin.
After washing off and changing into the most modest of the sleepwear choices-a long, white silk nightgown-Ellie crossed to her bed.
When she eased into it, she sighed at the softness that greeted her.
Never knew sheets could feel like this. Here she lay, clad in silk, nestled in the finest linens shed ever imagined, basking in the sizable bed-even though it lay on the floor.
She was being kept in a paradise of a prison, by a red-eyed jailer who doubled as a walking sexual fantasy.
A jailer whod awakened something in her tonight, something Ellie instinctively feared she wouldnt experience with others.
Just as she began fretting, wondering how she was going to live without the ecstasy shed discovered with Lothaire, she remembered she likely wasnt going to live at all.
Rubber-band snap. Snap. SNAP!
Finally, she calmed, her whirring mind slowing. Just as she was dozing off, a dizzying sense of vertigo hit her; when she opened her eyes, she was standing in his room. Traced me again?
"Entertain me," he commanded, taking a seat at his desk. He was shirtless, barefooted. His damp hair hung carelessly over his forehead. So gorgeous, too gorgeous.
"Entertain. " She rubbed her eyes. "That wasnt part of the job description. "
"I believe the job description was for you to do whatever I command. Besides, youre clearly dressing for the job you want and not the job you have, and my Bride will entertain me after we spend. "
"Dance, monkey, dance. That it? Lothaire, Im exhausted. "
"Do pizdy. Dont fucking care. Sit. Speak with me. "