Just One Bite Volume 2 by Brenda Williamson Rosalie Stanton Dahlia Rose Linda Palmer Virginia Nelson Bethany Michaels Amanda McIntyre Karalynn Lee Tracey H. Kitts Jambrea Jo Jones Yvette Hines Marie Harte Kathleen Dienne Victoria Blisse Page A
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through my veins at an alarming rate. My whole body felt sensitized and flushed, teetering on the edge of something totally out of my control.
Jacket, tie and his snowy white shirt were removed and Athan laid them carefully, piece by piece over another piece of draped furniture, though he kept his mask on. He removed his shoes and socks with maddeningly slow precision, then unfastened his trousers and pushed them off.
My breath caught--he could have been made of marble himself. Hard chiseled lines and well-defined muscles bunched in his abdomen, this thighs and the curves of his biceps. Shadows accented that delicious line that delineated his hips from his torso and I ached to trace it with my fingers and mouth.
“You are a work of art,” I said, feeling a bit sheepish when I said the words out loud.
He smiled down at me. “And you, my dear, are perfection itself.”
Athan settled on the couch between my thighs, his skin cool against the flushed heat of mine. His fingers slid into my hair, as his tongue slid into my mouth for another soul-stealing kiss.
Hot tension gathered in my loins at the feel of his hard arousal pressing against me. Please,” I whispered raggedly into his mouth. “Please, Athan.”
He broke the kiss and pressed all the way inside me in one long, unrelenting stroke. I gasped as my body adjusted to accommodate him, but he pushed on until he filled me completely.
Searching my face for signs of pain, he waited until my body adjusted. He moved then, drawing slowly out of my wet heat and back in again. I dug my nails into his back at the sweet friction that hovered somewhere between pleasure and pain.
Blood slammed through my veins and I felt hot everywhere. I breathed heavily, loving the sensation of his cool body on mine, the soft velvet of the upholstery on my bare skin and the unbearable intimacy of the moment. Though we were virtual strangers, it felt like a reunion—I was exactly where I was supposed to be. This was exactly what I had spent my life looking for. It was a complete and utter possession.
My hips jerked as his pace increased and I wrapped my legs around him. Pressure built deep within me, a molten ball of energy stacking and stacking upon itself until I became light-headed with its intensity. I squeezed my eyes shut as he drove me relentlessly closer to the precipice.
Athan’s lips moved down the column of my throat, teeth and tongue scraping lightly along my flesh. He paused at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, pressing his lips there for a long moment, almost reverently.
Then I felt his body go tense and his sharp teeth slid into my soft flesh.
I cried out as his mouth fastened to my throat, drinking in my essence. Athan pumped his hips, driving into me with sharp violent thrusts, pushing me higher and higher until at last the bubble burst and waves of pleasure flooded my body with pure sensation. Heat rushed to every corner of me and I floated, my body seemingly detached from the earth.
I felt his shudder of pleasure, and at last he raised his head and looked at me. Flecks of blue fire lit up his eyes and his razor sharp canines were glistening, wet with my blood.
My mind went blank, whether from lack of blood or complete shock I don’t know. A moment passed when I simply struggled for breath and to grasp exactly what had happened.
“Are you all right?” he asked me, cocking his head. His fangs had disappeared, making me wonder if I had imagined the whole thing.
I nodded, frowning. “I think so.” Athan stroked damp hair off my forehead.
“You’re a –”
“Yes.”
Denial pressed at my brain but at the same time, I knew it to be true.
He pulled out of my body then used the soft cotton of his shirt to dab at my throat. “Come now, my dear. You sensed there was something different about me the minute our eyes met.”
“Yes,” I admitted. “But I never thought…never imagined…”
“I hope I did not frighten you.”
I should have been
Jacket, tie and his snowy white shirt were removed and Athan laid them carefully, piece by piece over another piece of draped furniture, though he kept his mask on. He removed his shoes and socks with maddeningly slow precision, then unfastened his trousers and pushed them off.
My breath caught--he could have been made of marble himself. Hard chiseled lines and well-defined muscles bunched in his abdomen, this thighs and the curves of his biceps. Shadows accented that delicious line that delineated his hips from his torso and I ached to trace it with my fingers and mouth.
“You are a work of art,” I said, feeling a bit sheepish when I said the words out loud.
He smiled down at me. “And you, my dear, are perfection itself.”
Athan settled on the couch between my thighs, his skin cool against the flushed heat of mine. His fingers slid into my hair, as his tongue slid into my mouth for another soul-stealing kiss.
Hot tension gathered in my loins at the feel of his hard arousal pressing against me. Please,” I whispered raggedly into his mouth. “Please, Athan.”
He broke the kiss and pressed all the way inside me in one long, unrelenting stroke. I gasped as my body adjusted to accommodate him, but he pushed on until he filled me completely.
Searching my face for signs of pain, he waited until my body adjusted. He moved then, drawing slowly out of my wet heat and back in again. I dug my nails into his back at the sweet friction that hovered somewhere between pleasure and pain.
Blood slammed through my veins and I felt hot everywhere. I breathed heavily, loving the sensation of his cool body on mine, the soft velvet of the upholstery on my bare skin and the unbearable intimacy of the moment. Though we were virtual strangers, it felt like a reunion—I was exactly where I was supposed to be. This was exactly what I had spent my life looking for. It was a complete and utter possession.
My hips jerked as his pace increased and I wrapped my legs around him. Pressure built deep within me, a molten ball of energy stacking and stacking upon itself until I became light-headed with its intensity. I squeezed my eyes shut as he drove me relentlessly closer to the precipice.
Athan’s lips moved down the column of my throat, teeth and tongue scraping lightly along my flesh. He paused at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, pressing his lips there for a long moment, almost reverently.
Then I felt his body go tense and his sharp teeth slid into my soft flesh.
I cried out as his mouth fastened to my throat, drinking in my essence. Athan pumped his hips, driving into me with sharp violent thrusts, pushing me higher and higher until at last the bubble burst and waves of pleasure flooded my body with pure sensation. Heat rushed to every corner of me and I floated, my body seemingly detached from the earth.
I felt his shudder of pleasure, and at last he raised his head and looked at me. Flecks of blue fire lit up his eyes and his razor sharp canines were glistening, wet with my blood.
My mind went blank, whether from lack of blood or complete shock I don’t know. A moment passed when I simply struggled for breath and to grasp exactly what had happened.
“Are you all right?” he asked me, cocking his head. His fangs had disappeared, making me wonder if I had imagined the whole thing.
I nodded, frowning. “I think so.” Athan stroked damp hair off my forehead.
“You’re a –”
“Yes.”
Denial pressed at my brain but at the same time, I knew it to be true.
He pulled out of my body then used the soft cotton of his shirt to dab at my throat. “Come now, my dear. You sensed there was something different about me the minute our eyes met.”
“Yes,” I admitted. “But I never thought…never imagined…”
“I hope I did not frighten you.”
I should have been
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