Vampire for Christmas by Felicity Heaton Page B

free of her body, eased
her knees apart, and moved between them, kneeling there. He pulled
his bathrobe off and tossed it onto the floor.
    Shannon’s
gaze greedily drank in the sight of him naked and hard before her.
He was beautiful, every muscle toned and pronounced, speaking of
strength that she had witnessed firsthand during their missions and
now wanted to feel him use on her. Her gaze roamed down his body,
following the lines of his abdomen to his navel. From there, it
tracked the dark line of hair that led downwards. Her groin
throbbed and her stomach ached at the sight of his rigid cock among
the black curls. She held her hands out to him, trying to make him
come to her. He smiled, handsome and wicked, his sensual mouth
bowing in a way that stirred the heat inside her back into an
inferno. She pleaded him with her eyes and he leaned over her,
nestling his cock against her warm mound. She wrapped her arms
around his neck as he settled his at her sides, resting on his
elbows. He thrust against her, his erection rubbing her clit, and
she moaned. It wasn’t enough.
    She ran
her fingers down over his chest and stomach, and then turned her
hand when she reached his navel and took hold of his hard cock. He
shifted back and she raised her hips, guiding him to her. He closed
his eyes as he eased inside, inch by delicious inch, stretching her
body with his. She kept her eyes fixed on his face, waiting for him
to come out again, and smiled when his hips met hers and he looked
into her eyes.
    Shannon
stroked his shoulder, his neck, and then his cheek, holding his
gaze and letting him see that this was what she wanted. She had
wanted it for so long now but she had denied her feelings even
though she had known they were real. She loved him, and it didn’t
matter that he was a vampire. He was Rafe to her—a beautiful man
with a beautiful heart who had risked his life to protect her, who
had shown her real love and had helped her heal.
    His lips
captured hers and he kissed her softly and slowly as he thrust his
body into hers. It felt like more than just a joining of their
bodies as they moved against each other. It felt like a joining of
their hearts too, a union that sent hazy bliss coursing through her
and made her feel as though she was floating. She moaned into his
mouth, echoing his groans, and lost herself in the emotions filling
every part of her. Warmth chased over her skin, shivers and tingles
that followed the ebb and flow of Rafe. She had never felt this way
before, not in all the times she had been with a man. It was
different with Rafe. It ran deeper, a feeling of connection
flooding her until she was no longer sure what part of this moment
was purely her. Was it the same for him? His soft moans against her
lips, the tender tangling of his tongue with hers and his tight
grip on her shoulders, said that he was there with her, lost in the
depth of their feelings and this moment. They were in this
together. There was no going back now.
    Rafe’s
mouth left hers and she tilted her head to one side as he kissed
her jaw, murmuring sweet things that made her smile. The warmth of
the fire and the heat of their slow lovemaking washed over her,
turning her damp skin tacky. His chest stuck to hers as he thrust
into her, deep and possessive, his hands clasping her shoulders. He
kissed her jaw and down her neck, and she wasn’t afraid that he was
touching her there. She trusted him. She wanted him to be there, to
do as she had offered.
    Her eyes
rolled closed when he sucked her neck. Pleasure rippled outwards
from the point where his mouth was on her and she held his shoulder
and the back of his head, burying her fingers into his hair and
keeping him against her throat.
    “ I want you,” Rafe murmured softly against her skin, his
thrusts slowing, long strokes that made her quiver and took her
higher until she was floating again.
    Shannon
knew what he was asking and moaned her response. In this moment,
there was no fear of the