Page 55 of The Vampire's Storm

OH MY GOD, I’m kissing a vampire.

I’m kissing Logan.

His lips demanded entrance, and she gave it. In this moment, she would give him anything.

Brooklyn had lost total control of her mind. All she knew was that she needed him to own all of her and give her the complete and utter pleasure she craved.

Their tongues smashed together and began this lustful dance which lacked all grace. It was hungry and demanding.

His arms pulled her harder against him as he growled, and she was surprised he wasn’t hurting her.

He could.

Yet his hunger was consuming and measured.

I don’t fuck humans.

So why was she in his arms being consumed in a way no man had ever kissed her, surrounded by his enormous, hard body? This level of passion was the sort of thing you read about.

Jesus, is this why Sage mated Ari?

Brooklyn could understand why.

She would never get over this kiss.

Is this all it would be, or was Logan going to go through with his demand and push her to her knees and demand she take his cock?

Would she suck him off?

Logan’s hand reached around and cupped her ass, pressing her up against his huge solid erection. She felt his power simmering under the firm muscles beneath her hands and a thrill ran through her.

As terrifying as this was, and despite how cruel he’d been to her, Brooklyn wanted him.

All of him. She wanted to feel his cock inside her. She wanted him to cover her body with his dominance and nakedness and let him own her.

All of her.

Completely.

And feel the pleasure she knew he was capable of.

For one night.

His fingers crept under her skirt as their lips lapped at one another hungrily, her legs parting to give him access.

“Naughty mouse,” Logan moaned against her lips.

She cried out as he ripped off her panties and slid his digits through her pussy.

Holy hell.

Brooklyn began shuddering as pleasure slammed into her very being.

“Fuck me, you are dripping,” Logan growled as Brooklyn threw her head back when his fingers entered her.

His mouth clamped onto her neck.

“This what you wanted?” he rasped.