Seized by the Vampire Lord (Dark Lords) by Jaide Fox Read Free Book Online Page B

leaned forward, grasped the neckline of her bodice, and ripped her gown and shift until her breasts erupted from the torn fabric.
     
    Cerise gasped in outrage, struggling until she became aware that his eyes had transfixed to the swaying shake of her breasts as she moved.  He looked on her with such dark hunger in his eyes. She shuddered, her body convulsing with a piercing ripple of desperation.  His mouth tightened in a grim line and he continued his path of destruction until her gown and shift lay in two halves, one on each side of her body.
     
    He stood up and walked around the bed, studying her naked curves.  From her line of sight, it was horrific.  Her skin was pale save for the blushing rose of her nipples, standing at attention, and the thatch of auburn hair at the apex of her thighs.  Mortification swept in a heated wave down her flesh, leaving her pink with embarrassment.  There was nothing she could do to stop him from looking his fill of her.
     
    Watching her blush, his face expressionless, he reached into a pocket of his coat and withdrew a handkerchief from its depths, slowly folding it into a triangle.  She knew what he was going to do.  She tried to twist her face away from him, but there was only so much she could do to escape the inevitable.  He tied the kerchief around her eyes.
     
    She felt the rustle of air as he straightened and moved away.  His boots sounded hollow on the wooden floor.  She followed the sound of his steps to the foot of the bed.  Did he truly stand there as she guessed?  Watching her?  Studying her exposed lips and breasts?
     
    A soft sound, barely perceptible reached her ears.  She realized it was the sound of cloth falling to the floor.  The bed dipped near her feet.  Her muscles jerked in response.  Her breath quickened.  Her skin tingled with heightened awareness of his approach.  Dear god, what had he planned?  She shivered, imaging him naked, imaging what that beast betwixt his legs must look like.  Would he use it on her—would he hurt her with it?
     
    Insufferably, heat suffused her limbs and the shadowy cleft between her thighs.  Moisture dampened her folds, cooling in the air they were exposed to.
     
    His hands closed around her ankles, and her skin jumped.  Gooseflesh rose on her skin as he skimmed his palms up her smooth musculature, his thumbs drawing along the inside of her legs.
     
    His thumbs skated the crease of her thighs, so close to her weeping folds, her sex clenched in anticipation.  He passed them, and she barely restrained a whimper as he moved up her hips across her belly.
     
    She felt the abrasion of his breeches between her thighs as he settled closer, lifting her up until her buttocks rested on his splayed thighs.  His fingers traveled up her ribs, skimming the sensitive curve beneath each breast.  Her nipples drew up into hardened beads.
     
    He rounded each curve with his thumbs, the pads callused, abrasive in a way that was purely male.  That feathery touch was too much.  She felt his weight sink into her chest, hold still her lungs.  She couldn’t get enough air for the expectant hush holding her in thrall.
     
    His lips were suddenly there, increasing the unbearable ache, plucking one nipple like a succulent berry.  Fire curled in her breast.  She arched her back, straining against her restraints.  His mouth covered her distended nipple and sucked, hard.  His fingers worked her other breast in a slow, firm massage until it was swollen and heavy with the need to feel his mouth upon it.
     
    Cerise shuddered when he attended to her other breast the same as he had the first—with molten fire that licked at her every nerve.  She didn’t know how much more she could take, and his punishment had only begun….
     
    She bit her bottom lip as his mouth trailed down her ribs, nipping her flesh with teeth, lathing with tongue.  His wet kisses dried on the path behind him, cool in the air, shivering on her