Page 47 of The Vampire's Storm

Run, little mouse.

It wasn’t just her dream. Those steel eyes of his held within them an unhinged desire as they’d slid down her body before she’d taken off yesterday. As the door had slammed behind her, Brooklyn had pressed her back against it, her heart pounding as she waited for Logan to come for her.

He hadn’t.

She’d been both relieved and disappointed.

She felt her nipples harden as her imagination went wild, imagining he’d knocked, startling her.

Would she have answered?

Would he have barged in and slammed his mouth down on hers, ripping open her blouse with his vampire strength?

God.

That was so damn hot.

She could just see him lifting her onto the small kitchen counter and tearing down her jeans. Then...

God, I shouldn’t be thinking like this.

Then Logan would press his thick fingers inside her, sneering at her with glee as she panted and pleaded for her release.

Shit.

Brooklyn undid her jeans and tugged them down. It was better to do this now in private and get it out of her system than show him how aroused he made her.

She knew he’d sensed it.

Her panties followed, and she tossed them onto the ground. Then pressed her fingers to her clit.

Oh, god.

She was swollen and sensitive as she circled the hardened flesh and closed her eyes, letting imaginary Logan back in.

“Come little mouse,” she heard him say as he finger fucked her and leaned down, sucking on her clit.

In her imagination, he was shirtless. His entire bulky muscular torso glossed with sweat, as eager and wanting of her as she was of him.

She let out a little moan.

“Beg me for another finger. Or my cock. I want to hear you beg,” Imaginary Logan growled.

“Please,” she whispered into the room. She would absolutely die if she thought he could hear her doing this.

“Good girl. This wet pussy is ready for a big vampire cock.”

Brooklyn blinked her eyes open.

No, he wouldn’t say that. Actually, maybe he would. He was narcissistic.

Get this over with and then forget about him.

Her eyes closed again, and she sped up the action, while pretend-Logan stayed on his knees. She decided she didn’t want his big dick after all. Cunnilingus was intimate enough with the dangerous predator.

His tongue lapped at her folds, sucking and talking dirty as he found her g-spot.

Oh god.