Vampire for Christmas by Felicity Heaton Page A

side of her head.
    He kissed
her again, his mouth rough against hers, stirring her passion and
the heat inside her until she was burning to feel his body on hers.
She smiled against his lips when he tugged on the tie of her
bathrobe and swept it open, and she sighed into his mouth when he
caressed her stomach. It tickled when he reached her side and she
giggled.
    Rafe drew
back again.
    Shannon
stared up into his dark eyes, the passion and desire in them
echoing through her. She teased the black strands of his hair,
twirling them around her fingers, and then ran her hand over his
cheek to his jaw. He closed his eyes when she scraped her short
nails down his neck and he growled. The low feral sound sent a
sweep of tingles dashing over her skin. She licked her lips to wet
them and slipped her hand into his robe, and then her other joined
it, pushing the item of clothing down his back. She wanted to see
his body again. She needed to feel the coolness of it against hers,
quenching the burning within her.
    Taut
muscles toned to perfection greeted her eyes as he supported his
weight on his hands. She smiled and her gaze followed her fingers
as they wandered over his body, taking all of him in. She had
imagined him naked once or twice, or maybe a dozen times and more,
but the fantasy didn’t compare with the reality. He was gorgeous.
She eased her hands down further and unfastened his belt. Her
hungry gaze dropped to his groin. Every inch of him was
gorgeous.
    He
shuddered when she ran her hand down the cool length of his
erection. His lips parted to reveal the tips of his canines. He had
changed again. If he opened his eyes, they would be icy but not
cold. They were never cold when he looked at her.
    She
stroked his cock, teasing him, loving the way he trembled and
moaned whenever her fingertips caressed his balls or swept across
the sensitive head, his breathing turning heavy. He lowered his
head, so it hung forwards, and his cool breath washed over her left
breast.
    Shannon
gasped when he dipped his head, swirled his tongue around her
nipple, and then sucked it into his mouth. She curved into him and
curled her fingers around his length. He moaned against her breast
when she pumped him and he thrust through the ring of her fingers.
The strength of his thrusts thrilled her and she quaked as she
imagined how it would feel to have him do that inside her. She
wanted it.
    Rafe
caressed her side and then her stomach. Her breathing hitched with
anticipation as he circled her belly button, still suckling her
nipple, and she wriggled her hips, hoping to encourage him to go
where she needed him most. He thrust his cock into her hand again,
slid his fingers over her warm folds and then dipped them inside,
teasing her aroused clit. She tipped her head back into the rug and
moaned her approval at the fire. The flickering golden flames
blurred as she focused on the smooth slide of Rafe’s cock through
her fingers and the determined tempo of his fingertips over her
clit.
    When he
slid a lone finger down to the opening of her core and slipped it
inside, she bit her lip and struggled not to climax. She didn’t
want to come yet. She wanted to wait, wanted this to go on forever,
and for her climax to be with Rafe inside her. She wriggled at the
thought and rode Rafe’s finger as he plunged it into her warm wet
core, driving her out of her mind.
    “ Rafe,” she whispered, urgent and hungry, desperate to get him
to take this further.
    He pulled
away from her breast and kissed across to her other one, lavishing
it with licks and swirls of his tongue. She lost her grip on his
cock and held on to his head instead, keeping him against her
breast. He slowed his fingers inside her to a stop and then kissed
up to her mouth. She devoured his the moment he reached her, so
hungry that she didn’t care if he laughed at her desperation. Their
teeth clashed and she realised he had retracted his canines
again.
    Every
inch of her hummed as he slid his finger