hard thigh.
How could he have been Zayan’s lover ? “But you are both—”
“Vampires?”
Her chest tightened around her heart. “Men.”
“But men can be lovers, my sweet. You must know that.”
She knew it happened somehow. And that it was considered a sin. But the shocking image of another man touching Bastien took root and refused to vanish. A man’s large hand touching as she wanted to touch. Stroking a broad shoulder. Splaying across his chest. Would a man kiss another man’s nipples the way she’d kissed Yannick’s? Would a man explore his lean hip, his long legs dusted with golden hair? Would a man touch his cock?
“You are curious, aren’t you? Imagining what two men do together. How two men make love.”
Knowing Bastien could see her, Althea shook her head—an outright lie. She did want to know. She yearned to know.
“Did you love him?”
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“Ah, sweetheart, I suspect you are really more interested in the sex.”
“No,” she lied again. But she was curious. Did men kiss the way a man and a woman did?
She remembered the dreams. Bastien’s mouth slanting over hers, tongue skillful in her mouth, luring her to sin.
How could Bastien be of that persuasion and still come to her in her dreams, kissing and caressing her with such intense desire?
“It can be highly erotic to make love to one’s own sex,” he promised.
“It is supposed to be a perversion.”
His laugh was the devil’s song, wicked and tempting in the velvety dark. “But I enjoy perversions, love.”
Not like his brother at all! For all Yannick was sensual and skilled and a vampire, he’d been tender and sweet about seducing her. With Bastien, she feared she might emerge from the night without her soul.
“But, in truth, Althea, nothing people do together in bed in the name of pleasure is a perversion.” He brushed a hot kiss to her cheek and she quivered at the surprising sweetness in it.
But at the same instant, his hand delved beneath her nightgown and stroked her bare inner thigh.
“After all, there’s no shame in having both my brother and me take you to ecstasy. You deserve to have us both enslaved to you.”
No, this couldn’t go on. Althea pushed hard against his spread legs, seeking to escape.
“Stay with me, sweetheart.”
Again she heard the soft plea and again it lured her to stay.
“Can you imagine making love to another woman?” he whispered. “Kissing her plump breasts? Taking her taut, thick nipples between your lips? Tasting and touching her as you would love her to do to you?”
His hand cupped the mound between her legs. “Scorching and soaked, aren’t you, sweetheart? I suspect you are like me in your soul, Althea. Wicked and sensual. I suspect you too would love to watch women have sex together.”
His hips rocked back and forth. The tip of his hot tongue played over the top of her spine.
“I love to watch women suck other women’s nipples, and smile with delight at the sound of another woman’s moans. Women so enjoy exploring another lass’ breasts. A woman with ripe, small breasts loves to lick a great big pair of tits, and a woman with large breasts is most curious about a slender, wee thing. It’s so arousing to watch them hug and squash their breasts together, nipples rubbing.” He strummed his thumb over her left nipple, as though to make his point.
“I can’t imagine watching such a thing!” But his fingers found her clit in her wet folds.
“Oooh!”
Stars exploded in the dark as he rubbed. She really must…must…stop…
“You forget I’ve been in your dreams.”
How did he make the word dreams sound so deliciously sinful?
“Dreams that kept me alive.” He rubbed until she was boneless, whimpering.
“Now, what else do two lassies like to do in bed?” Bastien mused. “Women do so love to plunge a rod into each other’s pussies. I had two such lovers who enjoyed giving me a
How could he have been Zayan’s lover ? “But you are both—”
“Vampires?”
Her chest tightened around her heart. “Men.”
“But men can be lovers, my sweet. You must know that.”
She knew it happened somehow. And that it was considered a sin. But the shocking image of another man touching Bastien took root and refused to vanish. A man’s large hand touching as she wanted to touch. Stroking a broad shoulder. Splaying across his chest. Would a man kiss another man’s nipples the way she’d kissed Yannick’s? Would a man explore his lean hip, his long legs dusted with golden hair? Would a man touch his cock?
“You are curious, aren’t you? Imagining what two men do together. How two men make love.”
Knowing Bastien could see her, Althea shook her head—an outright lie. She did want to know. She yearned to know.
“Did you love him?”
Blood Red by Sharon Page ©2006 Advance Reader Copy www.SharonPage.com 54
“Ah, sweetheart, I suspect you are really more interested in the sex.”
“No,” she lied again. But she was curious. Did men kiss the way a man and a woman did?
She remembered the dreams. Bastien’s mouth slanting over hers, tongue skillful in her mouth, luring her to sin.
How could Bastien be of that persuasion and still come to her in her dreams, kissing and caressing her with such intense desire?
“It can be highly erotic to make love to one’s own sex,” he promised.
“It is supposed to be a perversion.”
His laugh was the devil’s song, wicked and tempting in the velvety dark. “But I enjoy perversions, love.”
Not like his brother at all! For all Yannick was sensual and skilled and a vampire, he’d been tender and sweet about seducing her. With Bastien, she feared she might emerge from the night without her soul.
“But, in truth, Althea, nothing people do together in bed in the name of pleasure is a perversion.” He brushed a hot kiss to her cheek and she quivered at the surprising sweetness in it.
But at the same instant, his hand delved beneath her nightgown and stroked her bare inner thigh.
“After all, there’s no shame in having both my brother and me take you to ecstasy. You deserve to have us both enslaved to you.”
No, this couldn’t go on. Althea pushed hard against his spread legs, seeking to escape.
“Stay with me, sweetheart.”
Again she heard the soft plea and again it lured her to stay.
“Can you imagine making love to another woman?” he whispered. “Kissing her plump breasts? Taking her taut, thick nipples between your lips? Tasting and touching her as you would love her to do to you?”
His hand cupped the mound between her legs. “Scorching and soaked, aren’t you, sweetheart? I suspect you are like me in your soul, Althea. Wicked and sensual. I suspect you too would love to watch women have sex together.”
His hips rocked back and forth. The tip of his hot tongue played over the top of her spine.
“I love to watch women suck other women’s nipples, and smile with delight at the sound of another woman’s moans. Women so enjoy exploring another lass’ breasts. A woman with ripe, small breasts loves to lick a great big pair of tits, and a woman with large breasts is most curious about a slender, wee thing. It’s so arousing to watch them hug and squash their breasts together, nipples rubbing.” He strummed his thumb over her left nipple, as though to make his point.
“I can’t imagine watching such a thing!” But his fingers found her clit in her wet folds.
“Oooh!”
Stars exploded in the dark as he rubbed. She really must…must…stop…
“You forget I’ve been in your dreams.”
How did he make the word dreams sound so deliciously sinful?
“Dreams that kept me alive.” He rubbed until she was boneless, whimpering.
“Now, what else do two lassies like to do in bed?” Bastien mused. “Women do so love to plunge a rod into each other’s pussies. I had two such lovers who enjoyed giving me a
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