Drawn to a Vampire by Kathryn Drake Read Free Book Online

touch his back, and then I pulled his top up, so I could touch his skin.  His breathing was heavy.…
    “What are you doing to me?” he murmured, kissing my jaw, my eyelids… “Whatever it is, don’t ever stop.…”
    And he ran his fingers through my hair, down my neck, onto my shoulders.  I leaned forward and kissed his jaw, and ran my tongue over his stubble.  He tasted of sweat and smoke and manliness.  He groaned and moved his hands to my breasts, and pushed his groin against mine.  Hard.  I pushed back against him, and he groaned again. 
    I felt my teeth tingle.
    Shite.
    I moved my mouth away from his neck as I felt my teeth lengthen, and his hand fluttered over my stomach, pulling up my top, pulling my bra up, and cupping my breast.  I took shallow breaths, smelling the earth, and the tingle started to recede.  And then it went away.  My teeth started to change back. 
    Phew. 
    I turned to face him.  He kissed me on the lips, and I opened my mouth to him.  Our tongues brushing each other, then massaging each other, as he massaged my breast with one hand and fumbled with his top button with the other.  Ahh, shit, that awakened things within me that I thought were dormant.  As his fingers touched my button, and pulled at my jeans, yanking them down, I squirmed against him. 
    His breath tickled my cheek as he stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, searching me, and then he pulled my pants down and we did it, right there in the open, by the fire, under the starlight. 
    Yum. 
    It was fast and wild and did not last long, but he pulled me into his arms at the end, and I wanted to bite him, I wanted to continue the experience, to fade into each other in an even deeper way, to lose ourselves in each other.  But I didn’t bite him.  I resisted.  And that made me smile.  We lay on our sides, looking into each others’ eyes, and smiling.  His eyes were a greenish hazel and his lashes a pale brown, against skin still tanned from the summer.  His fingers traced the skin on my face.
    “You’re so pale,” he murmured, and he kissed me again, his knee coming forwards and covering my leg.  I moved towards him, my body fitting against his.  His hand stroked my bum, sneaking under my knickers and desire flowed in me again.  I pushed against him, so he rolled onto his back … and I lay on top.  I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at his lust filled eyes, his twinkling eyes.  “I want to spend all night with you,” I whispered.
    He stretched his neck up and against my lips, he said, “Don’t go anywhere,” and he kissed me, and I kissed him. 
    I pulled off his top and kissed his chest, which had a light covering of course hair, and I kissed his nipples.  He pulled up my top and licked my nipples, and we did it again, right there, like that, and as I pushed against him my clitoris pushed against his pelvis, and I tried, but failed, not to shout out as I fucking came, and he came inside me, and I collapsed on top of him, us both breathing heavily.
    “You’re fucking hot,” he said.
    “You’re not so bad either,” I said, and I winked at him!  Something I would never have done as a human, but the whole thing was something I would never have done as a human.  Maybe had I done stuff like that I wouldn’t have been so miserable.
    “Can we carry on like this all night?” I said.
    He grinned, a wide open smile, showing dimples in his cheeks and making his eyes scrunch up.  “I would love that,” he said.  He poured a bucket of water over the fire, and said, “Come with me,” and he led me into his tent.
    That night was fantastic.  We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and we talked.  He told me about his travels, his desire to distance himself from the world.  He’d done business at university, but had become disillusioned by the whole thing.  At that point in his life he had no commitments, no-where he needed to be.  He was searching for a new purpose.