her.
“Maybe. What if I was willing to let you bite me?” She could see him trying gauge her reaction. She kept her pulse normal, which was pretty easy since she had no reason for it to be elevated. She saw his nostrils flare and she knew he realized she was dead serious, even though she was waging a war with herself on the inside.
“No.” He shook his head quickly.
“Why not?” She got up from the couch. What are you doing, Sasha?! Oh God, he's going to tell you no. He doesn't really want you. Are you this desperate? She finally mentally bitch slapped the voice in her head. She was doing this.
“Don't do this, Sasha.” She walked closer. He stood. She stepped. He retreated. He realized too late he was backed against the couch. He sat. She came closer. “Sasha, I'm warning you.”
“Like I said, I get to do what I want. When I want. And I'm in control.” Before he could move, she was straddling him. Her hands were by her sides and she sat perfectly still. She waited. She watched his face. She whispered, “I trust you not to hurt me.”
“Cupcake, this is not like the movies. I can't say this is a good idea.”
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His gums ached. He was not about to let his teeth loose right now. They would have to sit there and ache. He took a slow breath. Her smell was surrounding him. She slowly eased her arms around his neck. Her breasts were showcased in the lacy top she wore and they were within his reach. He brushed a quick kiss across them. She gasped and arched her back, which put her neck at an advantage for him. He looked into her eyes. Her pupils were dilating, making her eyes pools of sparkling onyx and she was starting to flush after only one touch.
“I don't know if I can do this, Sasha.”
“Jeremy, I'm in control.” She murmured, before fitting her lips over his.
She kissed him slowly and passionately. He licked her lower lip. She groaned and his tongue slipped in her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, getting a growl from his throat. He ran his hands through her wild curls. She ran her hands down his sides. He skimmed his hands down her neck. She bit his lip gently and he groaned. He broke the kiss and looked in her eyes as he slowly touched her breasts. Her nipples responded immediately. She leaned forward and kissed his jaw and moaned softly as he caressed her breasts.
“Will you take your shirt off?” He murmured against her lips.
He held her hips as she leaned back and peeled her top off. Her incredible breasts were showcased in one of the unbelievably sexy bras Trevor had sent up, a black lace affair that was so sheer he could see her pink nipples straining against the fabric. He licked one nipple through the fabric, then the other, listening to her groan. He kissed her lips again, and before he knew what happened, his fang nicked her tongue and the taste of her blood filled his mouth and his senses. He sucked her tongue and ground his penis up between her thighs.
She gasped and pulled back. “I'm bleeding, I think.”
His eyes were heavy lidded. “I know, I'm sorry. We should stop.”
She took a slow breath. “I think it was a great effort for your first time. Thank you.” She slipped off his lap. “You didn't suck me dry, and my tongue doesn't hurt.” In fact, the bleeding had all but stopped.
He caught her hand. “No, I bet I made you completely wet.”
She flushed, “Maybe.” “Maybe one of these days you'll let me remedy that.” He drew little circles with his finger on her palm.
“Maybe,” she whispered breathlessly. She stood and pulled her shirt back on. “Good night.” She left him aching in more ways than one.
Going to his desk, he pulled out the cell phone and went to the porch. “Trevor, bring a car for me tomorrow. Plus, I want you to transfer a large amount of cash for me.”
***
She was laying in bed upstairs, absolutely throbbing. She'd He could smell her arousal; a tangy sweet scent that he was dying to taste. Jeremy was pacing the floor waiting for
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