Vampire's Hunger by Cynthia Garner Page B

thighs and held her in place as he wedged his broad shoulders between her legs. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit, making her whimper and squirm. When he took a long, slow swipe with the flat of his tongue through the folds of her sex, she gasped and bucked against him, not sure if she wanted more or if it was too much.
    “God, you’re so wet. So slick.” He put his mouth on her clit and suckled. She bit back a shriek and bucked her hips. A long finger slid inside her sheath, then another, stroking in and out. His lapping tongue and thrusting fingers catapulted her into ecstasy.
    She was still quaking when he reared up over her. “Now,” he said, his eyes glittering with silver fire, fangs curled over his bottom lip. “Now we get fast and hard.”
    “And desperate,” she gasped.
    He took his cock in his hand and positioned the head at the slick entrance to her body. His first hard thrust seated him to the balls. She moaned and grabbed his head, dragging his mouth down for a kiss. Lips ground together, tongues dueling. Against his mouth she said, “Be rough with me, Duncan. I need it rough.”
    He moaned at her entreaty. His hips jerked against hers hard and fast, just like he’d promised. Kimber was so aroused and wet that friction between their bodies instantly felt good. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts and darted her tongue into his willing mouth. He gripped the comforter on either side of her head and snapped his hips. His cock plunged deep and with such force that she moaned in a frenzy of pleasure. She felt his heavy balls slap against the curve of her ass, and the suctioning sound of his cock plowing into her sheath drove her arousal ever higher.
    When he lowered his body, their torsos touching now and mouths mating, every thrust of his groin against hers stimulated her clit. Their tongues dueled as he drove into her again and again.
    “Duncan,” she whispered against his cheek. Her thighs tensed as that fluttery panic started low in her core. “More. Harder! Oh, God!” She climaxed then, her whole body undulating beneath his larger frame. Duncan thrust so deep and hard she slid up the bed a few inches. His mouth settled over her throat and the pierce of his fangs sent her into another climax. He jerked roughly, his seed spilling into her. When he relaxed, he stayed buried deep inside her.
    A few minutes later he rolled onto his back and pulled her against his side. “I knew it would be like that,” he said softly, his voice deep and scratchy.
    “Like what?” She traced an idle pattern against the hair-roughened skin of his chest.
    “Amazing.”
    She smiled. It had been amazing. Life-affirming, even. Then she realized…
    She bolted upright, clapping a hand on her neck. “You bit me.”
    His eyes narrowed. “Kimber, I’m a vampire. Vampires bite. You know this.” When she didn’t immediately respond, his eyes narrowed a little more. “You knew it when you told me to take you.”
    She clenched her jaw and moved away from him, suddenly and vulnerably aware of her nudity. He, however, seemed unconcerned about his as he leaned up on one elbow. “Kimber—”
    She held up a hand. “Don’t. Just…” She sighed. “Don’t. I asked for it, Duncan. I wanted it.” She fought to keep from hiding her pertinent bits with her hands. He’d already seen much more of her than he saw now. For God’s sake, just a few minutes ago he’d been face first in her pussy. She knew it was a little late for modesty. “But you and I…” She shook her head. “I can’t do this with you again. I’m sorry. I just can’t.”
    She left the room before he could respond. She wasn’t even sure what else she could say. After the first shock of Bishop’s death had faded and her desperation to remind herself that she at least was still alive, the fear she had of vampires was back in full force. What if he hadn’t stopped when he had? He could have drained her dry.
    She eased into her room and pulled on a