Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“It runs away as soon as I see your fangs.”
“You’re afraid of them.”
“I’d be a fool not to be,” she said and tried to hold on to her sanity as his hand moved up to caress her calf. He intoxicated her with one touch, one simple touch and her body wanted more, needed more. If she felt this way now, how would she feel after he tasted her blood? Would she be as ravenous as a vampire? And how would she ever live a normal life after that? But then how would she ever live a normal life again after getting to know Michael?
“I can ease your fears.”
“How? I’ve seen how sharp your fangs are. You can’t tell me that it doesn’t hurt when you bite.”
“Not in the throes of making love it doesn’t, but first you need to see for yourself how good my fangs can feel.”
His hand slipped off her calf and with a hand to each knee, he spread her legs apart and pulled her slowly down until her head rested on the couch. Then he moved between her legs, coming to rest over her with his body.
“Remember, I will never hurt you,” he whispered. “You have nothing to fear.”
Even though he assured her, the sensual quiver that ran through her held a touch of fear. And, of course, it grew when his eyes began to glow red and grew even more when his lips drew back, and his fangs began to descend.
CHAPTER 11
Close your eyes. Close your eyes, Lara screamed in her head. She didn’t listen to her own warnings, she couldn’t. She was too mesmerized with how his fangs were growing. They gleamed wet and the points looked so much sharper than she had first thought.
Yes, close your eyes and let yourself feel.
Was that her thought? It didn’t matter; she shut her eyes. She had to, the sight of his fangs making this all too real, all too frightening.
Her whole body locked in fright when his fangs skimmed lightly along her neck. The sharp points tickled her skin, sending goosebumps running along it. She jumped when he nipped the flesh near her shoulder and then ran his sharp teeth back up her neck again.
Her whole body quivered at the startling sensation, and she grew wet between her legs.
He either sensed her reaction or caught her damp scent, for in the next second, he moved down her, yanking her bottoms off her hips as he went until he completely discarded them. Then his fangs settled against the soft inner flesh of her thighs.
She would have bolted off the couch if he hadn’t held her firm, and when he nipped gently along her flesh, her hands dug into the sofa cushion, looking somehow to anchor herself and stop the spiraling passion she felt herself falling into.
His hand went to rest on her stomach and in the next instant she understood why. He brushed his fang over her clitoris, and she thought she’d shoot right off the couch like an exploding firework.
He held her firm as he continued to torment her with his fangs and tongue, and she feared that given time she would beg him to bite her, and she didn’t know if she really wanted that.
“Enough, Michael, you’ve proven your point.”
He raised his head, his eyes red glowing orbs and his tongue dripping saliva or did he drip with her wetness? The thought shivered her senseless.
“You’re ready to come, I can feel it.”
“Not this way, not because you want to prove a point,” she said and tried to squirm her way out from beneath him. “A point you have obviously proved without a shadow of a doubt.”
He held her firm, stopping her from squirming. “Yet somehow has annoyed you. We can talk about that later, but for now let me satisfy the lust that is ready to burst inside you.”
“No,” she said, “now let me go.”
He turned his head away for a moment and when he turned back his fangs were gone and his eyes normal. “I can’t let you go with your need so great.” His finger whispered across her sensitive nub, and she groaned, pure pleasure racing through her.
“You want to come, I can feel it with each touch,” he said, his finger teasing her some more. “And I want to make you come. I want to taste you when you come. Say yes, Lara, say yes.”
She stubbornly wanted to scream no, but her body was screaming yes, yes, yes, and so she caved and shouted, “Yes, damn you, yes!”
Within minutes she was screaming again, only this time in the throes of another mind-blowing climax. It took her a while to finally regain her sanity and when she did, she got annoyed at herself.
Michael must have felt it, since he moved off her and with knitted brow said, “You’re upset.”