Ward of the Vampire by Kallysten Read Free Book Online

actually ducked under my skirt.
    Once he hooked his thumbs on the sides of my underwear, however, when he tugged down and I felt the cool, wet pressure of his mouth right at the apex of my legs, it wasn’t a giggle I was suppressing anymore, but a ragged moan.
    All he did was lay a gentle kiss there, then he stopped to wait for my assent. I gave it by opening myself to him. I arched back against the window behind me, and raised my left leg. He helped by guiding it onto his shoulder, and the play of his fingertips on my calf, the back of my knee, my thigh sent tingles of electricity right up to my core—right where his mouth soon returned.
    I didn’t think about the cold, or getting caught, or how long it’d been, or how I’d just met him. I wasn’t lying when I said I felt a connection with him. I couldn’t explain it even now, but it was as though I’d seen his soul. As though I’d caressed it. And it had caressed me back, as gently, as deeply as his tongue now did, discovering every part of me, exploring the most intimate folds of my body the same way I imagined he’d explored my mind.
    There wasn’t much left of my mind, at that moment. As he licked and nipped and sucked and coaxed me, bit by bit, toward an abyss of pleasure as deep as his eyes, I lost every train of thought I’d ever possessed.
    I don’t know how long he remained under my skirt, feasting on my wetness and creating more as he did. All I know is that I was milliseconds away from falling into that abyss when he pulled away and emerged into the night again, and I was too out of breath, too blank-minded to offer more than a wordless, protesting whine.
    Still kneeling at my feet, he met my eyes and said simply, “I wanted to see you.”
    As he said the words, his hand caressed up my leg again, and just as he finished he thrust two fingers up inside my body, crooking them just so, and I knew, as my mind soared and my body burst into tiny, shimmering spars of pleasure, exactly what he had meant.
    He wanted to see me come.
    I don’t know if I cried out, or moaned, or made any sound at all. I don’t know either if I remained upward until the wave had passed or if I fell into his lap right away. I just know that my heart was still pounding, loud and wild, when he drew me down into his arms and kissed me again, making me taste myself on his lips.
    He’d touched me, touched the most intimate parts of me, and suddenly I had to touch him, too. I could feel how hard he was, but I still felt a little lightheaded from coming, and I wanted my entire faculties when I first touched his cock. Besides, he’d given up in front of my corset, but all that stood between his skin and me was his shirt.
    His bowtie was already undone and I quickly got rid of it. The silk of his shirt yielded under my hands—buttons are completely overrated. I didn’t think twice about tearing it, but when I tugged it off him, pulled on the sleeves and caught a flash of red, I froze.
    His cufflinks.
    His expensive-looking, gemstone cufflinks.
    One of them had just flown right off the balcony.
    “Oh my… I’m so sorry! Your cuffli—”
    His mouth crashed on mine and shut me up for the time of a quick, almost brutal kiss.
    “I don’t give a damn about cufflinks. Or I won’t if you just put your hands on me.”
    He was asking so nicely… How could I have said no?
    I touched him, the way I craved to do. I touched him with the very tips of my fingers, as lightly as I could. His skin was cool and he trembled as I caressed his shoulders and his chest, but I knew that shiver didn’t mean ‘I’m cold.’ That shiver meant ‘touch me’ and ‘more’ and ‘now.’
    So I did.
    I slipped a hand down the perfection that his chest was, over smooth skin and tight abs, and to the fastenings of his pants. The button and zipper came undone easily, and his cock appeared, still covered by his boxers but already pushing up to meet my hand. I caressed it once over the smooth cotton, then