Amethyst Flame (Flame 2)

“What? No. I don’t know. I was just enjoying your throat.”

“But that’s my point. You were acting more like a vampire than a witch. You almost had me in a state of thrall.”

“I did? Wait a minute, I did. You’re right.”

“Let me see your mouth. Bare your teeth for me.”

She opened immediately for him. He rubbed along her gums hunting for the swelling that would release a pair of fangs but nothing was there. When he started to remove his finger she caught it between her teeth, then drew it inside and sucked.

He groaned, and his jeans shrunk a little more. “I need out of these pants.”

She let go of his finger. “And I need a shower, and I want you in it with me.” In a swift levitating glide, she moved away from him, rising well above the coffee table. She didn’t even hit the two beer bottles. She then pivoted midair as though she’d been flying all her life and sped to the glass doors that led into the house.

When the ghosts started to follow, she turned and wagged a finger at them. “Not allowed, girls. What’s going to happen here is private.”

All three looked downcast for a moment, then simply faded away.

Emma disappeared inside.

He followed in her wake, every cell of his body driven toward her. He felt consumed by his need. Once in the bathroom, he stripped quickly. She was already in the oversized shower, three heads flowing with water.

He had to laugh because she was spinning in a slow levitating move. It reminded him that he’d gone through his own aerial antics when he’d first become a vampire and realized he could fly.

When he joined her in the shower, she finally settled down and eased her feet to the tile floor. “You going to sex me up, Vaughn, or what?”

“Hell, yeah, I am.”

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As Vaughn reached for the bar of soap, Emma let her gaze move slowly over his massive shoulders. His arms were heavily muscled, and while he lathered up, she put her hands on his right arm and tried to span it with thumbs touching and pinky fingers as well. But couldn’t.

“You’re huge.”

He glanced down at his cock then smiled wryly. “I am.”

She chuckled. She liked Vaughn so much, even the way he joked with her. He planted his soapy hands on her breasts and began to massage. She drew a deep breath and watched the intense expression on his face as he got busy.

He took his time feeling her up, smoothing his hands over her breasts and rubbing her sensitive nipples with his thumbs. She kept stroking his arms while he worked, loving how her hands rose and fell as she moved over his sculpted muscles.

She angled sideways, enough to get close to his left arm. He saw where she was headed so he released her nearest breast, which gave her just the right amount of room to kiss his bicep then open her mouth and sink her teeth. He pinched her nipple at the same time which had her moaning.

She pressed herself up against him and kept kissing, licking and biting his arm. His hand went to her bottom, squeezing her and holding her close so that she could feel he was completely erect.

He pushed the hair away from her neck and kissed her while she continued to nibble her way over all the different muscles. An image flashed in her mind of doing something similar, only with Vaughn flat on his back maybe even tied up at the wrists to keep him under control. The fantasy made her moan.

She moved up to his shoulder and continued her oral exploration. When he grabbed a good portion of her neck in his mouth, she grew very still. She loved the feel of it as though he was taking possession of her, staking his ownership. She felt a loose sensation move through her mind and knew she was partially enthralled, maybe because he hadn’t bitten her.

She was at his command.

He slid his hand between her thighs, and his voice entered her mind. Open for me.

She took a side step, parting her legs for him. She moaned as his fingers drove inside and began working their own kind of magic. Vaughn, I’m loving this.

Me, too. I want to bite you. Would you like that, Emma? Would you like to feel my fangs?

A delicious shiver raced through her head to her toe. Do it. Please. I need you drinking from me, with your fingers buried deep.

He groaned as began licking her throat. He used a hand at the back of her neck to turn, then support her head.