I’d dressed up a bit, which of course meant there wasn’t a whole lot to get off me. The chartreuse silk camisole I insisted on taking off myself—I was afraid he’d rip it—but he slithered my short, black suede skirt off himself, making each movement a caress. I had panties on, but the way he was looking at me, I could tell they wouldn’t be for long.
We sat on the edge of the bed, then lay down, his cooler skin starting to warm from contact with my heated body.
Then his lips closed around one of my nipples, drawing it in, drawing it out, making it feel fatter and more sensitive than I think it ever had before. Tongue, lips, teeth—and then he opened his mouth wider, drawing more of my breast into his mouth, and I felt his fangs graze my flesh.
Should have been scary as hell. Instead it was erotic as hell.
“Will you bite me?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to say no or yes. On the one hand, being bitten by a vampire sounded pretty scary. On the other hand, I’ve read some of those sexy vampire books, and if I wasn’t the only writer who’d gotten to do some firsthand research, I might be in for a treat.
It took him a while to answer, because his mouth was full, and goodness knows I wasn’t complaining about that. My only complaint was that he didn’t have two mouths; my other nipple would have loved some of the same Grade A loving.
Finally he looked up and smiled at me, the expression tender, but the fangs a little alarming. “O
h, yes,” he said, “but not yet. And not here.”
As he began to kiss his way down my belly, I had a feeling what he meant and started to get nervous.
But he stuck with only the lightest of nips and nibbles, the kind any mortal lover might give, as he worked his way to my thighs. There? I knew about the femoral artery…
Again, the most delicate and teasing of nips, more like firm kisses, making me squirm and sigh and grow slick with anticipation.
Lips brushing against the damp, silky nothing of my panties, tongue licking at me through the satin until I squirmed, arched, finally begged, “Please. Gaston, please…”
He nudged aside my panties, suckled my most tender flesh into his mouth, inserted one finger inside me. A rhythm that matched my deepest needs, making me soar higher and higher until I screamed his name.
Then and only then did he peel off his jeans and pull a condom out of the back pocket. My hands were fumble-fingered, awkward with lust, as I tried to help him put it on.
“I’m not sure my kind can carry human diseases,” he said, “but best to be safe, since I’ve not exactly been monogamous all these years.”
He lay over me, and as tears welled in his eyes when he entered me, I felt something inside me break—my last bits of cynicism, crumbling under the onslaught of Gaston.
We moved together, and if you’ve never really made love as opposed to merely bumping uglies—which is pretty damn fine in its own right—I can’t explain what the difference is, but there definitely is one, and it made my heart dance and my body sing.
I felt myself starting to tighten around him, felt my abdominal muscles fluttering in a telltale sign, felt the top of my head getting ready to fly off. Gaston put his mouth on my throat, like a movie vamp, but before he bit down, he asked me, “Are you sure, chérie?”
My answer probably wasn’t coherent, but it got the “Hell, yeah!” idea across pretty well.
A quick burst of pain, then sweetness like nothing I’d ever felt before. The room got bright, and I was sent into orbit in my own personal Gaston-powered rocket ship. Somewhere along the line, after the bite, probably around the time of the third wave of orgasms, Gaston joined me in outer space.
When we came back down, he kissed me. His breath had a faint coppery taste, as if I were kissing someone who’d just flossed a little too energetically, but other than that, it was back to normal.
“Is it always like that with a vampire?” I asked when we stopped kissing long enough. “Or was this just because…you know, you really needed some sex?”
He paused, then laughed. “Oh, chérie, I was about to apologize to you for being too abrupt in my weakened state! Oh, no, it’s not always like that. Often it’s much better.”
And he was telling the truth. Was he ever!
Okay, so after a few weeks of getting proof how much better it could be, I was so behind on my work that my publisher and agent were ready to strangle me.
But they say the new book’s reached a whole new level of sensuality. And while they hadn’t been expecting a paranormal, they’re happy with that development, too. Readers just eat up vampire romances, they say, and there haven’t been many yet with African-American heroes.
’Til Death Do Us Part
Dangerous Lee
I hadn’t seen him in more than ten years. Since he had disappeared after finding out the babies weren’t his. Now, here we were at the same bourgeois event; he had a badass chick on his arm and I was dateless. I had never got over him.
I noticed him first, almost as if I were looking for him. Truth be told I had been looking for him since he’d left without saying so much as a “Fuck you.” For years I had dreamed of running into him so we could be a family, despite mismatching DNA. My heart sank as I hid around corners, stalking him. He was so damn fine and seemed so confident. His wardrobe was flawless and he looked like a millionaire. I wondered if he had ever made it in the music industry like he had planned. If he had, I wondered why I hadn’t heard his name. Maybe he was behind-the-scenes.