A Night with a Vampire by Cynthia Cooke Read Free Book Online

bulge. Smiling, she pressed her hand against it, knowing it was growing and pulsing just for her.
    Marius groaned, lifted her and together they fell onto the bed, his mouth plundering hers once more. A moan erupted from her lips, as his hands cupped her breasts, his fingertips teasing the sensitive skin, his nails gently scraping across her nipples until she thought she’d scream with the delicious torment.
    â€œOh, yes,” she whispered, as heat, anxious and devouring, circled through her, flooding her mind, constricting her lungs until she gasped for air, and her belly was taut with need. She thrust her hips against him. A deep guttural groan rising from the back of her throat.
    His erection, hot and thick, met her hips. She unfastened his pants, then reached inside and grasped hold of it, longing to take him full in her mouth, to taste him, to rub the velvety smoothness of his skin across her tongue.
    Suddenly, she pulled back, gasping a deep reality-filled breath. What was she thinking? Better yet, what was she doing?
    â€œIs it not good?” he asked, lust hooding his dark eyes.
    She almost laughed. Almost. Until he took her hand and kissed her wrist, his tongue sweeping across her pulse point. “Oh, it is very good.” She sighed. “Too good.”
    â€œAnd what is wrong with that?”
    â€œUm. Well…”
    His lips followed a torturous path up her arm to the base of her neck, drawing a deep breath from her as she fought to maintain control when all she really wanted to do was wrap herself around him and lose herself in his touch.
    â€œYou are a vampire.” She said the words out loud, hoping they’d sink into her desire-laden brain.
    â€œYes.” He pulled the sensitive skin of her throat into his mouth and sucked until she thought she’d climb right up the wall.
    â€œYou could bite me.” Especially the way he was positioned right now. She really should make him stop, but honestly, what he was doing felt so damned good she just couldn’t bring herself to care.
    â€œYes. I could. Do you want me, too?”
    â€œNo.” She planted her hands on his chest and started to push.
    â€œNo? A lot of women like it. They find it very…satisfying.” He leaned over her, looking down into her eyes. “It could be very good. For both of us.”
    He bent down and licked her breast, circling her nipple. Oh, shit. Her back arched as pleasure shot through her. She was hopeless. Lost. A fool.
    And at this moment, she didn’t care.
    Within seconds he had her pants off and he was stroking her tender swollen flesh that was so desperately aching for his touch. He left a trail of hot kisses down her torso, toward her heat. She closed her eyes, all protestations over as the warmth of his mouth, the soft wetness of his tongue circled around her most sensitive spot, taking her in his mouth and lightly flicking his tongue back and forth.
    White-hot heat shot through her and she lost it, slipping into an orgasm so strong, she screamed aloud, her body lifting off the bed, her heart pounding as adrenaline surged through her. Before she could recover, she felt the long, thick length of him sliding into her.
    She wrapped her legs around him and lifted herself off the bed, taking all of him deep into her. “Sweet mercy,” she groaned, and closed her eyes as he started to move, his hips bucking and rocking until she was teetering on the edge once more, until with one final thrust, she exploded again and again, until she was nothing but putty in the palm of his hand.
    When her eyes finally opened, she didn’t know how much time had elapsed but her heart rate had slowed and her breathing had returned to normal. She turned to look at Marius, not sure what she’d find—the man with eyes filled with ice or liquid pools of languid heat. His dark gaze bore into hers and she closed her eyes as he leaned close and brushed his lips against the corner of her