Page 80 of The Vampire's Storm

Nope.

Do. Not. Go. There.

“Ohmygod. That was, that was, I think I’m still coming.” Brooklyn cried softly against his shoulder.

“You like that?” He nudged her face with his nose so he could take her lips again. This time lazily and seductively.

“Yes,” she responded, her eyes flittering contentedly when he released her mouth.

Well, fuck me and my heaving chest full of pride.

“Looks like I caught you, little mouse,” Logan growled softly.

Now he wasn’t sure he wanted to let her go.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“You don’t have to take me out for dinner. We had sex. That’s all,” Brooklyn said as she opened her closet door.

“Maybe I want to fuck you again.” Logan came up behind her and dragged his mouth down her neck.

She’d just fucked a vampire. Brooklyn wasn’t sure how she felt about that—aside from completely and utterly sated.

My god it was the most incredible sex she’d ever had. His power, holding her on his cock the entire time, had her so wet and aroused she thought she was going to die from coming so hard.

But still.

Logan was a vampire. And a killer. A paid killer.

Was she in any position to judge?

And did it matter? It wasn’t like she was going to take him home to meet her parents and be all like, so this is Logan. He’s in body displacement services.

Why had he slept with her, anyway?

Brooklyn tried to ignore the feeling of his mouth on his neck as she looked for something to wear.

Didn’t he hate humans?

She knew why she’d given in. Since meeting him, she’d been obsessed with the gorgeous man. Every inch of him was gorgeous. His dark, chiseled face. His thick, slightly curly hair. His ripped body and roped forearms. Even his perfect tush she’d watched whenever he walked away.

And how was it possible to be so attracted to calf muscles?

Every inch.

Now she was also very much in awe of his long thick cock he’d had inside her.

She wanted to do it a million more times and if Logan wanted to, Brooklyn was not going to say no.

It was different with a vampire and yet not. She could feel the power under his skin in the way he held her and manhandled her.

But there had also been an intenseness between them she’d never experienced before in her life. The moment their bodies connected, it was like an appliance fired up. Like part of her had been claimed and now belonged to him.

That feeling hadn’t gone away.

She sensed it was probably the better phrase. One a scientist would normally never use.

Turning, holding the towel around her, Brooklyn tipped her head. “Look, if you just want to fuck again, I’m happy to forget dinner. That is, if you can get it up again.”