Page 63 of The Vampire's Seduction

Seductress? How ridiculous. Her thoughts fizzled into thin smoke as he yanked down her dress and her breasts popped out.

Ravenous hunger sharpened his features. His next words came out in a deep growl. “You’ve got beautiful tits. Has anyone ever told you?”

His intensity stole her ability to speak until he swirled his talented tongue around an erect nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure directly downward.

“Jesus, Marek!” she exclaimed. His smile sin incarnate, he scraped his fangs along the sensitive skin.

Twin spears of feverish fear and brutal lust lanced through her at the idea he might drink from her. It was said that the pleasure from the bite, when the vampire wished it, was so exquisite one could orgasm from it alone, the ecstasy indescribable. Experience it once, and no other partners could ever satisfy you again.

“Are you going to bite me?” she asked in breathy gasps.

Something deadly flashed in his red-blue gaze. “No.”

She had a sense he was hiding something from her, except he tongued her nipple again, short-circuiting her brain. His hands slid up her thigh, leaving behind a trail of fire, and brushed the edge of her panties.

“Yes, yes,” she begged, uncaring of how needy she sounded. Writhing against his leg wasn’t enough to satisfy her.

They froze when someone knocked on the door. Two hard taps.

“Your food has arrived,” Tristan said in his robotic no-nonsense voice.

“Fuck,” Marek snarled.

When he shifted to leave, she gripped his hair tight and glowered. “Don’t you dare stop.” She felt wild, possessed, and out of control. Sometime in the last few days, lust had whittled away her sanity little by little until it reigned over her body.

He slid her a dark look. “You need to eat.”

Olivia barked out a strangled laugh and squeezed his erection straining against his pants. He let out a surprised hiss. “I will throw the food out the fucking window.”

“Leave it!” Marek shouted. Her pulse charged to the speed of light when he asked, “You’re sure about this?”

Something about Marek, about the way his body practically vibrated with restraint, about his reddish, unadulterated eyes, gave her the strength to confess. “I’ve dreamed about you, about us, for the last two nights. I want this. I want you.”

His fingers on her thigh had gotten progressively tighter as she spoke, but she didn’t mind the discomfort. In fact, she savored his reaction.

“Your room?” he growled.

Olivia stopped her nod at the last second. She was feeling bold and courageous. Why not the conference room?

“No, here,” she said and pushed up to sit on the table.

His grin turned utterly wicked. “You’re full of surprises.”

She nipped his lips. “Some things you can’t find in a background check.”

When she tried to pull back, he clamped his hand behind her head and kissed her, long and deep.

“Tell me about your dream,” he asked as he pebbled kisses along her jaw, down the side of her throat. Her back arched to rub her nipples against his shirt.

“What?”

“You said you dreamed about us.” Fingers back along the curve of her thigh. So close.

Her cheeks heated. It was one thing to dream, but another to say it aloud. “I… I can’t.”

“How about a trade? Tell me one thing, and I’ll give you what you need.”

Their gazes locked. Despite his amused grin, despite his games, the simmering passion beneath his tightly controlled surface empowered her.