Wow, was he about to come?
I took him deeper, nearly choking when he bumped the back of my throat. His fingers fisted in my hair, a brief flash of pain that ramped up my own desire.
I moaned as I pulled back and took him in again, and he stiffened against me.
“Oh, fuck me,” he said, right before he came in my mouth.
He came and came and I had no choice but to swallow. Not that I minded. I gave his cock one last lick as I slid him from my mouth and he shuddered, his chest heaving as he panted.
His head fell forward, his hair hiding his expression.
I hoped that his quick trigger was because it had been awhile, otherwise sex with the vampire might not be as fun as I’d hoped.
As though he could hear my thoughts, Daniel’s body grew taut and his eyes opened.
I was still kneeling at his feet, staring up at him, when our eyes locked. A shiver wracked me at the expression on his face.
Without a word, he reached down and lifted me from the floor, picking me up as though I weighed absolutely nothing.
Before I could put my arms around him, he plopped my ass on the table, pulled out the chair at the head, and sat down.
“I’m still hungry,” he said.
I shivered again because I was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about food. Or blood.
A wicked grin spread over his face as his hands moved my shoulders, pushing me back. I rested my weight on my elbows and eyed him warily.
Without another word, his hands fell to my pants and heripped them apart.
My body jerked as he tore the ruined jeans down my legs, only pausing to shove my shoes off my feet. The pants came off me, my underwear tangled up on there somewhere, and my socks followed.
I stared at Daniel in shock.
“Still think I’m cold now?” he asked, his eyes shining like emerald stars as he stared across my body at me.
Before I could formulate an answer, he grasped my ankles, lifting them until my feet rested on his shoulders, and leaned forward.
My only choices were to let him fold me in half with my knees closed or let my legs fall open.
I inhaled, a sharp sound, and chose the later. Mostly because I wanted to see his face.
Our eyes met as my thighs fell open and that wicked smile spread across his face again. Our gazes still locked, he leaned down and put his mouth to flesh.
I gasped, hips arching as his tongue gave my clit one firm lash, sending fire arcing through my body.
He released my ankles and used his hands to hold my hips against the table. Keeping me still so he could torture me with his mouth.
Oh, this wasn’t fair. Not at all.
I squirmed, trying to move against his mouth, but he wouldn’t let me.
His tongue moved against my clit, strong and slow. It was almost too much. Almost.
My elbows gave out and I fell back onto the table with a muted thump. His arms slid beneath my legs, tugging me to the very edge of the table and holding me tight.
Something hard and sharp brushed against the tender skin of my pussy, and I jerked. Not because it hurt, but because it turned me on.
He was holding me down and doing whatever he wanted to me. He could literally eat me alive if he wanted to.
