sighed, painfully aware that her actions would bring only physical release and emotional emptiness without Adrian.
No matter that she yearned for more, she was his consort, and Adrian would never see her as anything else.
*
Adrian jerked his head up at the whimpered hint of pain.
Eliza.
His heart tripped in his chest at the thought that she needed him, but then the faint smell of her arousal wafted to his ultrasensitive senses.
Not pain, but satisfaction. The heat of his passion was replaced by anger when it occurred to him that she was making love with the human again. That her longtime boyfriend was with her in the room just beyond his bedroom.
“Adrian? Is something wrong?” questioned the comely strawberry-blonde beneath him.
He forced a smile and his attention back to the very willing woman in his bed. By all standards she would be considered beautiful, and yet she barely managed to stir his interest. It was all he could do to maintain his erection, but he would not break from the unspoken rules of the game.
Sexual satisfaction in exchange for blood.
“Nothing, my love. I just wish to please you,” he lied, and to prove his point, bent his head and licked the hard points of her nipples before biting one gently.
She murmured her pleasure, dragging her fingers into his thick hair to hold him close as he continued his ministrations. Her nipples were tight little nubs against his lips, her breasts full and lush.
Too full, he thought, imagining instead the perfect mouthful of Eliza’s pert breasts. Wishing he could taste them and wondering if they would be sweetly tart like the wild strawberries of his and Eliza’s native Ireland.
He groaned at that thought and his partner mistook it, reaching down to encircle the head of his cock and guide it to her moist center.
Trembling, he tempered his need as the vampire inside came awake, responding to the musky smells of their sex and the heat of the woman’s body.
His own body warmed, the arousal of the vampire spreading beneath the surface of his skin.
His companion wrapped her legs around his thighs and brazenly urged him closer, possibly unaware that as his passion grew, it would unleash the animal that lived beneath his too-human looking shell. An animal that would want its taste of her lifeblood in exchange for the desire she would savor.
Adrian answered her plea, burying himself in her depths until he was pressed tight to her center. Grinding his hips, he shifted ever deeper, the action rubbing the crisp curls at his center along her clitoris.
She grunted her approval and he pulled back sharply before plunging forward, his actions almost violent as the vampire asserted ever greater control. A long, guttural moan erupted from his playmate. A moan of deep pleasure.
“More,” she urged and dug her fingers deep into his hips, her nails cutting into him from the force of her grasp.
With that pleasure/pain, he released the animal, which reared back and slammed into her so forcefully it drove her upward on the bed. But she didn’t complain, if anything, she welcomed it, begging him to continue. Her eyes were almost wild as they met his and his gaze grew bright, almost neon green, as the vampire emerged and assumed control.
“I knew when I saw you. I knew,” she rasped breathlessly and sat up to trail a series of bites long his collarbone before she whispered against the shell of his ear. “Bite me, Adrian. Mark me.”
With an angry roar, he released his fangs, exposing his true face to her, but there was no fear in her eyes. Only a feral and satisfied kind of gleam. Not totally unexpected. After all, he had picked her up in the Blood Bank, one of the downtown bars where humans came in the hopes of soliciting an encounter with one of his kind.
Little did she know that he was not only physically dead, but emotionally lifeless as well. Her young and vibrant body might be experiencing pleasure, but the satisfaction he took and gave was
No matter that she yearned for more, she was his consort, and Adrian would never see her as anything else.
*
Adrian jerked his head up at the whimpered hint of pain.
Eliza.
His heart tripped in his chest at the thought that she needed him, but then the faint smell of her arousal wafted to his ultrasensitive senses.
Not pain, but satisfaction. The heat of his passion was replaced by anger when it occurred to him that she was making love with the human again. That her longtime boyfriend was with her in the room just beyond his bedroom.
“Adrian? Is something wrong?” questioned the comely strawberry-blonde beneath him.
He forced a smile and his attention back to the very willing woman in his bed. By all standards she would be considered beautiful, and yet she barely managed to stir his interest. It was all he could do to maintain his erection, but he would not break from the unspoken rules of the game.
Sexual satisfaction in exchange for blood.
“Nothing, my love. I just wish to please you,” he lied, and to prove his point, bent his head and licked the hard points of her nipples before biting one gently.
She murmured her pleasure, dragging her fingers into his thick hair to hold him close as he continued his ministrations. Her nipples were tight little nubs against his lips, her breasts full and lush.
Too full, he thought, imagining instead the perfect mouthful of Eliza’s pert breasts. Wishing he could taste them and wondering if they would be sweetly tart like the wild strawberries of his and Eliza’s native Ireland.
He groaned at that thought and his partner mistook it, reaching down to encircle the head of his cock and guide it to her moist center.
Trembling, he tempered his need as the vampire inside came awake, responding to the musky smells of their sex and the heat of the woman’s body.
His own body warmed, the arousal of the vampire spreading beneath the surface of his skin.
His companion wrapped her legs around his thighs and brazenly urged him closer, possibly unaware that as his passion grew, it would unleash the animal that lived beneath his too-human looking shell. An animal that would want its taste of her lifeblood in exchange for the desire she would savor.
Adrian answered her plea, burying himself in her depths until he was pressed tight to her center. Grinding his hips, he shifted ever deeper, the action rubbing the crisp curls at his center along her clitoris.
She grunted her approval and he pulled back sharply before plunging forward, his actions almost violent as the vampire asserted ever greater control. A long, guttural moan erupted from his playmate. A moan of deep pleasure.
“More,” she urged and dug her fingers deep into his hips, her nails cutting into him from the force of her grasp.
With that pleasure/pain, he released the animal, which reared back and slammed into her so forcefully it drove her upward on the bed. But she didn’t complain, if anything, she welcomed it, begging him to continue. Her eyes were almost wild as they met his and his gaze grew bright, almost neon green, as the vampire emerged and assumed control.
“I knew when I saw you. I knew,” she rasped breathlessly and sat up to trail a series of bites long his collarbone before she whispered against the shell of his ear. “Bite me, Adrian. Mark me.”
With an angry roar, he released his fangs, exposing his true face to her, but there was no fear in her eyes. Only a feral and satisfied kind of gleam. Not totally unexpected. After all, he had picked her up in the Blood Bank, one of the downtown bars where humans came in the hopes of soliciting an encounter with one of his kind.
Little did she know that he was not only physically dead, but emotionally lifeless as well. Her young and vibrant body might be experiencing pleasure, but the satisfaction he took and gave was
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