Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

his voice rumbling in that sexy way, shooting heat through her that centered between her legs. Gods, she’d missed this.
    He placed his hands flat on her back and pulled her forward to lightly lick one of her nipples. She moaned at that small contact even before he took it between his lips. Groaning around the peak, tongue flicking, he sucked hard until it throbbed. He released her only to repeat the attentions to her other breast, then he stopped to gaze again. She had the crazy idea that he wanted to see what he’d wrought with his lips.
    But his breaths were heating the wet peaks, making her ache. “Please, Bastian,” she murmured. If he was going to touch her, he needed to do it now.
    He moved her until she lay across his lap, her neck against his arm. “Spread your legs,” he rasped, pressing them open until her skirt rode up enough to reveal her panties. He grazed the backs of his fingers up her inner thigh.
    With his eyes heavy-lidded, he pulled her panties aside with one hand, reaching his other hand around her waist and down to begin stroking her. He bit out a foreign curse at how wet she was. “For me,” he said, his voice hoarse. It wasn’t a question, but she got the sense that he wanted her to assure him.
    “For you,” she whispered, making him shudder.
    “That pleases me. You should be, since I’m hard for you constantly.” He rubbed her wetness around, making her gasp, seeming fascinated with how slick she’d grown. When he slipped his finger into her, he groaned from low in his throat, and she writhed, feeling his shaft pulse beneath her.
    “I’m going to kiss you here”—he rocked his hand upward, delving deeper, as his thumb slowly stroked her clitoris—“all night.”
    She cried out. She’d always found that act intensely erotic, and now the wicked thought of a vampire doing it to her made her squirm.
    Who was this domineering, sinfully sexy man? He’d seemed cautious, even tentative, in the beginning. But not now.
    Never had a takeoff felt so good. “Bastian, I need—”
    “You want me to kiss you, Katja?”
    “Yes!” She rolled her hips to work his finger in and out, and he groaned against her damp nipple.
    He continued this agonizing play until they leveled off and the lights in the cabin dimmed to darkness except for the light over the table opposite them. He lifted her and gently placed her on the table, pressing her back.
    His hands skimmed up under her skirt until he could hook his fingers around her panties. She shimmied to help him as he tugged them off.
    He pushed her skirt to her waist, then sat before her in the plush seat, in the dark while she was lying back in the light. He placed his palms on her legs and gently spread them. When she was bared to him, he rasped, “ You’re beautiful, ” making her sex clench. She whimpered as he continued to stare.
    She’d never been looked at like this, never felt so exposed and vulnerable. And yet she trusted him with her body. At last, he pressed his lips to her thigh, kissing higher with wet licks until she was shivering, threading her fingers in his thick hair.
    She sighed, drawing up her knees and letting her legs fall open for him to do as he would.

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    H er inner thighs were like silk. Nothing could be so soft.
    Sebastian already felt as though he’d explode, and he hadn’t even tasted her.
    He wanted to savor the experience, but he’d waited too long for this fantasy. After the cave, he’d paced in her townhouse with nervousness for hours. He’d known what he was going to do to her tonight—what he’d thought about again and again. But could he please her? Would she be able to tell he’d never done this before?
    Now that he was certain he was about to have it, he was desperate for his first taste of her.
    He gave a last kiss on her thigh, and then, with a growl, he found her wetness. Mouth open, he rubbed his tongue at her center, in a long, slow lick. As she cried out, his body shuddered with pleasure, his cock jerking in his pants. “You’re like honey.”
    Wet, slick, luscious. For more than three hundred years, he’d waited for this.
    And she was so fucking worth it.
    Encouraged by her cry, he licked more deeply and felt her growing wetter against his tongue. She moaned, and her arms fell overhead. He’d never imagined her sex could be so hot, the flesh so giving. I will never get enough of this. Never.
    If it took becoming a vampire to have this one night with her, would he suffer the