Page 94 of Blood Lovers

“Yeah.” She lets this word out with a sigh. Like she’s relieved that I was the one to say it first. “But I like you. I want that to go on record.”

“It is noted.”

She relaxes. “So. Now what? Do we fuck first and just get it over with?”

“Get it over with?”

“Yeah. You know. The preliminary fuck.”

There is no way to stop my laugh. “The ice-breaker fuck?”

She points at me. “That.”

I grab her hips and pull her towards me, grinning down at her like a fucking boy. “Would you like to start there?”

She looks up at me with mischievous eyes. “Why not?”

“I’m kinda looking for a ‘yes’ here.”

“OK. Then… yes.”

Before she’s even done talking, I’m cupping her face in my hands, my mouth already touching hers as the last of her yes flows past her lips. Our heads tilt in opposite directions, allowing our kiss to become something much more. I want to consume her. Bad choice of words, but not exactly untrue either way.

“You’re so hot.”

“Thanks.”

“No.” She laughs into my mouth. “I mean, yes.” Her eyes are sparkling with fun when she pulls back enough to look up at me. “You are very handsome. But, I mean, you’re hot too. Like you have a fever. Are you feeling OK?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? I’m fine. I’m just… hot. What can I say?” I wink at her, trying to pull off the little joke. But she’s got a look of concern on her face. “What?”

“If you’re sick—”

“I’m not sick, Syrsee. I promise. I’m fine.” I’m still holding her face in my hands, my mind still very much on the sex that was inevitable just a second ago. I don’t wait for her to agree with me or make another objection. Instead I take my mouth to her neck.

Probably a bad idea because that familiar feeling of blood lust is suddenly all I can think about. Her neck is warm and soft. And when I open my mouth, I’m only half sure I won’t actually bite her.

I don’t bite her. But only because she gasps and I come to my senses. Instead, I kiss her, dragging my lips up to her earlobe. That I do bite, but she’s ticklish, so this makes her shrug up her shoulder and hiss out a little laugh.

We could banter here. Have some wordy fun. She’s good at it and her teasing makes me inexplicably happy. But all I really want to do is rip her clothes off and lick her all over. Taste her. Take her. And then do it all again.

While I was thinking this, I have removed her shirt and I’m now walking her backwards to one of the couches as I pop the button on her jeans.

She grins when her knees hit the cushion and then she’s falling back against the pillows. Her tits are fucking glorious, practically spilling out of her light-blue bra. I kneel, pull the bra down, releasing her breasts, and then put my mouth right on her nipple and take it between my teeth.

I can feel her suck in a breath and hold it, probably wondering how hard I will bite. But if I were going to bite her, this wouldn’t be the location of choice. So I just suck on it as my other hand pulls her zipper down and forces its way inside her pants. She arches her back, hissing when my fingertips find her sweet spot, and then she’s sliding her hands under my shirt and a moment later I have to stop everything I’m doing so she can pull it over my head.

She tosses it across the room, smirking at me. Then her eyes drop down to my chest and they linger there for a good long moment. I was twenty-eight when Paul turned me into his scion. A working man, I think, since I have never been anything but lean, and cut, and strong. So my body is exactly the same today as it was back then.

Since she’s interrupted my intentions, I figure we should just get rid of the pants to avoid any more ill-timed delays.

I lean back, swipe her boots off her feet, toss them over my shoulder, and then, in one quick motion, I grab the hem of her tactical pants and pull them down her legs.

She squeals in surprise, those green eyes of her dancing again, her legs opening up and sliding in next to my hips. This releases the sweetest, most intoxicating scent and I am instantly out of control.

I push her legs open wide with both hands on her knees, then I place my mouth over her already wet panties and suck on her. She grabs fistfuls of my hair, pushing me down and encouraging me. So I slip her panties aside and flick my tongue against her sweetness.

Then I have a finger inside her. And she’s writhing, and moaning, and begging. Reaching for my pants, taking my cock out and handling it roughly as she massages her palm up and down my shaft.