Kiss of the Night (Carnal Thirst 2)

His hot, wet mouth closed around her breast and sucked leisurely, a slow insistent tugging she felt all the way to her core. The need to come became a driving force and she writhed beneath him, scratching his back, struggling for it, hating the desperation she felt at the thought that she might not make it there. Again.

I’ll take you there, he soothed, his mouth working her nipple expertly. Just relax.

“Now, Alexei!”

Patience.

Frustrated tears squeezed past her lashes and fell into her hair. Her skin was too tight, too hot. Her cunt spasmed desperately. Aching…needing…wanting… She bucked beneath him. “Fuck me!”

Alex’s arms shot underneath her hips and lifted her higher. He altered position, aligning his rigid cock to her slit and thrust through the lips—once, twice, thrice—the material of his pants creating a luscious friction on her clit.

That was all she needed to come.

“Oh God!” Briana bowed upward with her orgasm, her cunt grasping greedily for his cock and finding nothing to hold. Sensing her need, he slid one hand underneath her thigh and thrust two fingers into her drenched pussy. He continued to rock his cock against her clit, taking her from one tantalizing release to another. And then another. Starved for him, she took everything he offered and demanded more.

He rode her until she begged him to cease, her skin so sensitive she couldn’t bear to be touched. Lowering her to the table with infinite care, he brushed the curls from her face before kissing her softly. His fingers left her cunt and she whimpered at the loss. Then she shivered as he put them in his mouth and sucked them clean, his tongue swirling around each one with a soft, pained groan.

The solicitousness of his movements angered her. She was naked, sweating, vulnerable, while the devastating vamp looked no different than he had at dinner—cool, calm and completely in control of his desire. Before he could step away, Bree cupped his cock with her hands, not at all surprised to find his pants soaked with her cream.

No! He caught her wrists.

“Yes,” she insisted, fighting his grip. She lifted her gaze to his, her determination obvious.

She held on. He held on. Between them raged a silent battle for control.

“I just had a brutal lesson in patience, Alexei. I may not have forever to show you what I learned, but I do have two weeks.”

As he breathed deep, his nostrils flared. His eyes narrowed and burned with something not quite human, but she wasn’t afraid. She knew without a doubt he would never hurt her. It was strange to be so certain about an almost complete stranger, but she was.

Smiling, she teased, “Don’t be so stubborn.”

His hands tightened a moment and she thought he would refuse, and then they fell away.

Hurrying before he changed his mind, Bree tugged at his waistband. The comfortable material stretched and lowered, catching on the tip of his upthrust shaft which tented the front. Pulling harder on the elastic, she freed him and gasped.

“Wow.” She blinked, awed at the sight of him. Alexei Night was thick, very thick and long. She licked her lips and he groaned. “No wonder you’re so cocky.” She giggled. “No pun intended.”

Fascinated by the size and perfectly formed beauty of his cock, she stroked it, admired it and coveted it. He clasped his hands behind him, granting her permission to do whatever she wished. Pleased, she looked up at him. And stilled.

Alex stood unmoving, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle ticced in protest. As she watched him, he shuddered, the momentary break in his reserve betraying a wealth of desire ruthlessly leashed. He wasn’t in as much control as he tried to appear. In fact, her best guess would be that he was teetering on the verge of losing it.

And she wanted to push him over.

Tracing the thick veins that lined the proud shaft, Bree marveled at the silken texture and unbelievable hardness. She reached lower and cupped the heavy sac below, testing its weight. “You have no hair here,” she noted, her palms tingling wherever she touched him.

Do you like that? Even in her thoughts, his voice was strained.

“Oh yes. What’s not to like?”

He shuddered again and his balls drew up tight in her hands. Gripping his cock with two fists, she began to pump. He hissed and threw his hips forward.

Harder.

She gentled her touch.

Faster.

She slowed down.

Damn it, Bree!

She grinned. “Not so much fun when you’re the one waiting, eh?”

Then a picture of Alex formed in her mind. She saw his powerful frame tensing in orgasm and felt the hot release of his cum splashing across her breasts. The sounds of his pleasure echoed in her mind and her heart welled with tenderness.

“Would you like that?” she asked breathlessly, her blood heating with renewed desire.

Very much.

“Would you beg me for it?”

His wicked mouth curved, revealing sparkling fangs. “Please.”

Briana’s heart leapt. It was simply unfair for one man to be so achingly perfect. “How could any woman refuse a plea like that?”

Tightening her fists, she began to work his cock with hard tugs, using the sounds of his guttural cries to guide her speed and rhythm.

“Does that feel good, baby?” she asked hoarsely when his last grunt was loud and tormented.

You know it does. Too good.

He felt so hot in her hands, so solid and thick. She shivered. “Damn. I can’t wait to fuck this cock.”

Bree… He swelled in response to her words, his voice gritty with need. Knowing he was close, she urged him on.

“Do you know how tight I’ll grip you, Alex? It’s been a long time since I was with someone, and he wasn’t anywhere near your size. You’ll have to stretch me, make my cunt fit you, but I’m so wet. Dripping. That will help. Can you imagine how it’ll feel?”

“Ah, fuck!” He grippe

d her shoulders and began to fuck through her fists while she pumped his shaft in counter-tempo. His pace was frenetic, his lust palpable. He growled just before his cock jerked violently. Briana watched in an agony of lust as he came, his cum shooting across her breasts in hot, steady bursts. His thighs quaked, his fingers dug into her skin with bruising force and he chanted her name in her mind—Bree, Bree, Bree—so she knew, even though his eyes were shut tight, that he was with her in his pleasure.

Awash in his delight with her nipples peaked tight and his cum dripping from them to splash on her lap, her breathing was as labored as his. He finished finally, his heavy balls hanging empty beneath his semi-hard cock. He was glorious, naked from the waist up, his body lean and tight and glistening with sweat.

“Bree,” he gasped, his eyes opening and then glowing possessively as he stared at his primitive claim all over her chest. His large hands reached out, cupping her breasts, kneading his cum into her skin.

“That was awesome,” she said, with a wondering laugh. “Wow.”

“You’re telling me?” He arched a brow as he pulled up his pants, scooped her into his arms and carried her down the hall to his room. “I can barely walk and I’m a vamp. That should tell you what kind of shape I’m in.”

“Where are we going?” His bed, she hoped.

“The shower.”

“Oh.” She couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice.

Alexei laughed, a deep husky sound that fueled her growing affection for him. “Did I not give you enough orgasms, sweetheart?” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll have to work on that.”

Flushing in embarrassment, she buried her face in his shoulder. “I can’t help it,” she mumbled against his damp skin. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I’m glad you aren’t offended.

“Huh?” Bree lifted her head and met his smiling gaze. “Who would be offended by having a gorgeous guy so hot for her that he gets off without sex?”

I think, he drawled, that some women would have found that very un-PC.

“Sucks to be them,” she dismissed with a shrug. “Count me in the camp of women who find blatant displays of testosterone sexually exciting.”