Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
I pull away from the kiss to catch my breath, panting, and curl my fingers against his skin. “I want you to make love to me.”
He continues to nibble on my lips as if they fascinate him. Tiny, nipping little kisses over and over again. “Right here? In this cramped pod?”
“Right here. Right now. I want you. I’m going to want you on the trip, too. So we need to give things a trial run, because if we can’t manage to have sex in here, I’m tossing out another bag of noodles.”
The look he gives me is positively roguish. “Oh, I’m certain I can make everything fit.”
Does he know what kind of joke he’s hinting at? Because I’ve seen what he’s packing in quick glances here and there, and while I do think he can fit, I also know it’s going to take a lot of lubrication. Luckily for both of us, I’ve never been so damn wet in my life. “Come here so I can touch you.”
“We are touching,” he says, but he ignores my attempts to pull him upward. Instead, he kisses my collar, toying with the high neck of my simple dress. I give up and caress his shoulders instead, watching in fascination as he works his way down my front. He kisses the tip of each breast, glancing up at me and watching my reaction. When I bite my lip, he spends more time nibbling on my nipples through the fabric until I’m moaning and squirming against him.
He just moves lower. And lower. Kissing his way down my body. His hands skim over my hips, and he pushes up the short hem of my dress until my pussy is unveiled before his gaze. He’s touched it often enough in his feedings to know what causes me pleasure, but I still hold my breath as he reverently frames it with his hands, fingers light as they brush over my thighs.
“This might be my favorite thing in the universe.”
“I thought it was blood.”
“I thought so, too.” He grins, exposing his fangs, and leans in and gives the tufted curls on my mound a kiss. “But no, you taste good everywhere. There is nothing on you I wouldn’t enjoy licking for hours on end.”
A tremor flares through me and I trace my fingers along one of his ears. It’s pointed, like an elf’s, but it somehow makes him look far more dangerous than delicate. I want to touch him all over, too, but there’s not enough room. Even now, his tail is flicking against a control panel, and if I move to the side, I risk falling out of the pod entirely. I don’t plan on moving, though. I want him to do as he likes with me. Wild horses couldn’t pull me from his grasp.
Holding my hips, he buries his mouth against my skin. I suck in a sharp breath, shocked at the sensation of his tongue swiping through the cleft of my pussy. I whimper when he lavishes it with attention, stroking my folds with one thorough lick after another. I want more than that, of course. I want him to feast on my clit, and I rock against his face, raising my hips each time he tastes me. “More.”
He grins and gazes up at me even as he flicks his tongue over my clit.
“More,” I demand, knowing that I’m playing with fire. I lift my arms, holding on to the heavy bags of supplies behind me so I can brace myself against them. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
“Everything . . . ?” Vlad’s tongue teases over my clit, and then he’s drawing little circles on my flesh. It’s just like he does with his fingertips, except this time it’s his hot, slick tongue, and it feels incredible. I lose myself against his mouth, rocking against that hungry, seeking tongue.
Pleasure spikes and I make another needy sound, the delicious pressure building in my limbs, deep in my belly, everywhere.
“More?” he asks, lifting his head. His fangs gleam, so close to my skin.
“More,” I breathe, knowing just what I’m agreeing to.
He pierces my skin, sending me into the hardest climax ever. I come with a shattering cry, shocked at the bolt of intense pain-pleasure that comes with his fangs. They’re buried in the sensitive pink flesh surrounding my clit, and he takes the most careful of sips from me before dragging his tongue over the spot to seal the tiny wounds. He laps at my pussy, over and over again, as I quiver from the shock waves of my orgasm. By the time my muscles unclench, I’m gasping as if I’ve run a marathon, and I’ve never felt better. Dimly, I’m aware of my leg hooked over his shoulder, his hands gripping my hips. He presses another kiss to my pussy, and his eyes are bright red with want.