fingertip, she traced the outline of his lips. “I fancy your lips kissing me here.” Serina pointed to her mouth. She kissed him lightly. “And here.” She pointed to her neck. She gave him another light playful kiss. “And here.” Again, she covered his mouth with hers and delivered one deep, luring kiss, then she broke away, and she made a trail with her fingertip down between her breasts. “And definitely here.” She slipped her fingers across her nipples watching him with a curious anticipation as he followed her finger. With a slight shift of hand, Serina grabbed Lucian’s chin. With her eyes closed she met his mouth, hers slightly open, and slid her tongue to his and began the mating dance.
By this time, Lucian had Serina’s drawers down, well past her hips, and on their way to their final destination, the floor. His disappeared just as quickly.
“I want to see you. I want to touch you, to make love with you, Lucian. And I want you to do the same to me.” Serina was in no way embarrassed by her words. Confidence ruled her.
He stood before her, firm, lean muscles everywhere. “You are incredibly beautiful,” she said staring in awe at his penis. She swiftly lifted her gaze before he caught her being so bold.
“You failed to mention one minor detail, m’lady.” Lucian slid his hand over the length of his erection to give Serina a show of what he had to offer her.
Serina licked her lips. The length and breadth alone would not disappear inside her without a fight. Half of a grin worked onto her lips. The fight would be well worth the effort.
“That’s not minor, luv,” she teased as she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed.
Lucian’s body quivered.
Serina climbed from the couch and slid the blouse from her shoulders. It fell to the floor. The skirt vanished as well.
Lucian’s intention? To ravish every inch of the woman from her thick, auburn hair, to her sparkling eyes, and those full, firm creamy breasts! And her mind. He loved her mind. She was brilliant, caring, compassionate, witty, desirable…
He closed the distance. His hands on her face, he tilted her chin to gaze into her eyes. He ran his fingers through her silken locks, and tugged her head back, exposing the luscious line of her neck. With only the warmth from his lips on her neck, her body stiffened with anticipation. The pulse beneath her skin raced as he kissed her. Had he not been so intrigued with every aspect of making love to this woman, the idea of her pulse should have bothered him. He’d touch on that subject later.
Until it, her scent, and the little thump-thump—thump-thump—thump-thump , ate at him and consumed what was going to be his first erotic moment of his life.
“You know, m’lady being a vampire may not be such an awful fate for you if I actually end up becoming one. I love the reaction I get when I kiss you here.” Lucian kissed her neck. “And here.” He kissed her cheek. “And definitely here.” Lucian covered her breast and lapped at her nipple. He nibbled harder, flicked his tongue around her areola and suckled drawing her ripeness out. “Just think what would happen if I held special powers as you do and nibbled here?” He slid his hand between her thighs and pressed into her mons.
Serina moaned beneath his lips.
“Trust me, Lucian, you are special.” The only thing that took a second or two to register was the fact he’d said something about a vampire. She couldn’t quite recall if he said he was one or if he wanted to be one. At that point, she didn’t care. She really didn’t. If he did turn, she’d find a way to follow him—to the gates of the graves if that’s where they ended up. Serina lapped at his nipples, now firm from her ascension and the tastiest little treat she’d had in her mouth, thus far.
Positive her knees were about to give out from under her, she slid her hands down and held onto his tush. She teased him as she slid her fingers between his cheeks,
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