to drag him down on top of me.
“Gloriana!” He slapped my hands away, then grinned and leaped on top of the counter to stand behind me. He was being playful. I loved it. He lifted me until I faced him. Good thing he had twelve-foot ceilings in this house.
“You realize mortals would think it’s nasty to make love on kitchen countertops.” I pressed myself against him, rubbing my breasts against his chest and lower.
“We’ve never cooked anything here. If Damian ends up selling to mortals, he’ll have it cleaned.” He teased my nipples, then gently gathered me in his arms and lowered me to the cold granite again. “This is a proper use for a kitchen. Perhaps I can have a meal while I’m here.” His grin was full of fang.
“Perhaps. But seems like you want more than a drink from me.” I reached between us to grasp him. “You’re as hard as this stone beneath my bum. Are you feeling as wild as I am?”
“Like if I don’t have you in the next moment, I’ll disgrace myself?” He leaned down to take my nipple into his mouth, suddenly rough and hungry. When he raked his fangs across it, he drew blood and I moaned.
“Don’t wait.” I guided him into me and lifted my hips. At the same time I arched my back and dragged my own fangs along his shoulder. We were bleeding and moving and grinding into each other, as we became more frantic. We’d never abused each other, and yet this was more thrilling than I could remember. Jerry savaged my other nipple, and I gouged his biceps with my fingernails before I sank my fangs into his jugular.
“God, yes!” He cried as he plunged into me again and again. He grabbed my legs and flipped us over until I was on top, still connected to him. I rode him hard, releasing his neck so I could sit up and take him deeper inside me. He’d licked the wounds on my breasts clean, and I felt them healing already.
I looked down and saw his eyes closed as he strained to give me all of him. He pulsed inside me, and I reached down to squeeze his sacs, then raked them with my nails.
“Gloriana. Love!” He came with a warmth deep inside me. Answering spasms shook me from my toes to my heart. I collapsed on top of him and lay there, listening to his answering beat. Faster than usual. The Viagra, or what we’d just done?
Usually we’d lie together and bask in the afterglow for a few minutes. But not this night. The VV made Jerry pull me up the stairs at a dead run. His bed was a king with a comforter that he tossed aside before he flung me down.
“Madness, but I’ve got to have you again. Right. Now.”
I stared up at him. Oh, yes, he was good to go again, and so was I. I held out my arms, and with a Scottish battle cry that made me laugh, he fell on top of me. He sheathed his sword inside me and grinned.
“I haven’t been this randy since I was a lad chasing milk-maids into Da’s barn.” He stroked me, making me gasp at the pressure and the pleasure.
“Catch many?” I shoved him until we sat facing each other.
“A few. God, Gloriana, tell me if I hurt you.” He held my hips as he pumped into me.
“Tell me if I hurt you .” I growled and bit his ear, then licked it clean, savoring the salty sweetness of his blood as release shuddered through me again. I tightened my legs around him and held his shoulders as I screamed and fell back on the bed. He came with me, still moving, still hard inside me while I saw stars and moons and a crazy Scot looming over me as intent as if he were drilling a well.
“I . . . I can’t stop.” Not my normal in-control Jerry, he was panting and flushed.
I pulled his face down to mine, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. I let him know I could go as long as he could, longer. I grabbed his ass, pressing him deeper, and held on until he finally, finally surged one last time. He collapsed next to me, his body slick with sweat and streaks of blood where I’d scored him with my nails when I’d come yet again.
“Dear God in Heaven. That
“Gloriana!” He slapped my hands away, then grinned and leaped on top of the counter to stand behind me. He was being playful. I loved it. He lifted me until I faced him. Good thing he had twelve-foot ceilings in this house.
“You realize mortals would think it’s nasty to make love on kitchen countertops.” I pressed myself against him, rubbing my breasts against his chest and lower.
“We’ve never cooked anything here. If Damian ends up selling to mortals, he’ll have it cleaned.” He teased my nipples, then gently gathered me in his arms and lowered me to the cold granite again. “This is a proper use for a kitchen. Perhaps I can have a meal while I’m here.” His grin was full of fang.
“Perhaps. But seems like you want more than a drink from me.” I reached between us to grasp him. “You’re as hard as this stone beneath my bum. Are you feeling as wild as I am?”
“Like if I don’t have you in the next moment, I’ll disgrace myself?” He leaned down to take my nipple into his mouth, suddenly rough and hungry. When he raked his fangs across it, he drew blood and I moaned.
“Don’t wait.” I guided him into me and lifted my hips. At the same time I arched my back and dragged my own fangs along his shoulder. We were bleeding and moving and grinding into each other, as we became more frantic. We’d never abused each other, and yet this was more thrilling than I could remember. Jerry savaged my other nipple, and I gouged his biceps with my fingernails before I sank my fangs into his jugular.
“God, yes!” He cried as he plunged into me again and again. He grabbed my legs and flipped us over until I was on top, still connected to him. I rode him hard, releasing his neck so I could sit up and take him deeper inside me. He’d licked the wounds on my breasts clean, and I felt them healing already.
I looked down and saw his eyes closed as he strained to give me all of him. He pulsed inside me, and I reached down to squeeze his sacs, then raked them with my nails.
“Gloriana. Love!” He came with a warmth deep inside me. Answering spasms shook me from my toes to my heart. I collapsed on top of him and lay there, listening to his answering beat. Faster than usual. The Viagra, or what we’d just done?
Usually we’d lie together and bask in the afterglow for a few minutes. But not this night. The VV made Jerry pull me up the stairs at a dead run. His bed was a king with a comforter that he tossed aside before he flung me down.
“Madness, but I’ve got to have you again. Right. Now.”
I stared up at him. Oh, yes, he was good to go again, and so was I. I held out my arms, and with a Scottish battle cry that made me laugh, he fell on top of me. He sheathed his sword inside me and grinned.
“I haven’t been this randy since I was a lad chasing milk-maids into Da’s barn.” He stroked me, making me gasp at the pressure and the pleasure.
“Catch many?” I shoved him until we sat facing each other.
“A few. God, Gloriana, tell me if I hurt you.” He held my hips as he pumped into me.
“Tell me if I hurt you .” I growled and bit his ear, then licked it clean, savoring the salty sweetness of his blood as release shuddered through me again. I tightened my legs around him and held his shoulders as I screamed and fell back on the bed. He came with me, still moving, still hard inside me while I saw stars and moons and a crazy Scot looming over me as intent as if he were drilling a well.
“I . . . I can’t stop.” Not my normal in-control Jerry, he was panting and flushed.
I pulled his face down to mine, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. I let him know I could go as long as he could, longer. I grabbed his ass, pressing him deeper, and held on until he finally, finally surged one last time. He collapsed next to me, his body slick with sweat and streaks of blood where I’d scored him with my nails when I’d come yet again.
“Dear God in Heaven. That
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