Page 64 of The Vampire's Seduction

“In my dream, we’re naked.”

His smile widened. “Easily accomplished.” A jerk of his arm. Her dress fell open, sliced from top to bottom. The kiss of cool air on her hot skin heightened her singed nerves further.

“That was expensive,” she protested.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more like it.”

He shed his clothes in efficient, jerky movements, revealing ridges of taut muscle. Her mouth dried as his erection popped free. He was big. Unease wriggled in her stomach, sweeping away the fog of desire. Her legs tried to close, but he was still between them.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, the tender tone a sharp contrast to his powerful body.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit.” She licked her lips. “It’s also been a long time since… you know.”

He stepped closer until his shaft brushed her core. Tilting her face up, he kissed her until she was panting, his other hand kneading at her breast.

“Trust me. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me. I won’t hurt you.”

Her heart lurched, and she nodded, realizing she did trust him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have put herself into this position. She wanted this, wanted him.

“Good. We’re naked. What’s next in your dream?”

The words came easier this time. “You kiss down my neck”—his head dipped, and his wet tongue circled the curve of her throat—“and… and suck on my nipples.”

Her eyes shuttered as he did just that. Her hips jerked when his mouth closed over the aching nub, her pussy rubbing against his erection in wanton abandon.

He grunted from her touch but didn’t move, only continuing his languorous assault on her breast. “And? What else?” he asked between nips and licks and sweeps of his tongue.

“You…” Catching her breaths was an impossibility. “You…”

“I what?”

Though her skin felt flushed, her face went aflame. She must look as red as a tomato. “You slide inside me.”

“Now?” He raised a brow.

Mute with embarrassment, she could only nod.

“Not yet. I don’t think.” He returned to his ministrations over her breast. Through the haze of pleasure, she was keenly aware of his finger sliding closer to her entrance.

“Ooh.” Her breath escaped her in a whoosh and her head fell back at the first brush of his rough skin on her pussy.

He shuddered as a tortured growl rumbled from his chest. “So wet for me.”

Her body provided no resistance as he inserted a finger. Little staccato whimpers of need emitted from her. This, this was it.

“Marek, please… I…” she begged, unable to string any sentences together.

But he seemed to know exactly what she needed. Pressure against her clit, setting fire to her blood. His finger sliding out. A moment of emptiness. Then more. Two digits. Stretching her.

“Marek!” Her eyes popped open, wide as saucers, as his fingers touched a spot that set off sparks inside her.

“Feel good?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“Yes. More.”

He worked her with his fingers while his talented mouth played with her nipple. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as heat speared through her. Every pull of his mouth on her breast sent a jolt of pleasure down below, where his finger pumped in and out of her. Had she ever been this aroused, this needy before?

The pressure increased, more and more, and her hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers. Close. She was so close. Deep down, she knew this orgasm would be nothing like the ones from her dreams.