Immortals After Dark 05 - Dark Needs at Nights Edge

rushed through her. She cried out, and he slipped his tongue in.
    But he allowed her to lead. She lapped at his tongue, teasing and licking, making him groan. Soon he began deepening the kiss, stroking his tongue against hers.
    She held onto his shoulders, reveling in the power she felt in his muscles, and whenever he did something she liked she gave a little squeeze.
    He caught on handily. So much so, that he became the one who teased her now, flicking his tongue and stoking her desire. Clever vampire. His kiss was ardent, erotic... demanding.
    When he glanced the backs of his fingers from her ear down past her collarbone, then lower to the beginning swell of her breast, she shivered. Simply experiencing contact was a delight to her starved senses, but Conrad’s touch was mesmerizing... .
    He broke away, leaving her breathless and dizzy. As his lips followed the same path as his fingers, she grew nearly frightened by how aroused she’d become, not with longing, but with pure lust for this male.
    Her breasts grew heavy, her nipples stiffened. She could feel wetness between her legs.
    “Want my mouth on you.” He fisted her dress in both his hands, about to rip it apart.
    “Conrad, let me.” She shimmied, tugging it until it was wedged beneath her bare breasts.
    A rough sound erupted from him as he gazed at her. Then he bent to her chest. Just as he’d said, he kissed all around her nipples, brushing his lips over her sensitive flesh.
    She cradled his head, holding him to her. “Forget what I said... about a slow build.”
    He ran his face against her but still teased. When he finally dragged his tongue over one of her aching nipples, she cried out, “Oh, God!”
    “You wanted me to suck on it hard?” he asked, cupping both of her breasts in his hands.
    She whimpered in answer, and he returned his mouth, tugging her nipple between his lips to lick it at the same time. He gave a husky groan around the peak, then suckled her.
    “Yes, yes... ” Friction, moisture, bliss. Her fingers dug in his hair, pressing him closer as she arched wantonly.
    When he switched to her other breast, squeezing as he sucked her, she couldn’t stand it any longer. She clutched his hips. And he remembered. He eased his big hand under her dress, his skin deliciously abrasive against her tender thigh.
    “Higher,” she panted. “Touch me... .”
    While he slowly raised his hand, she began frantically unbuttoning his shirt, shoving it from him. Placing her palms flat against him, she rubbed down his torso over rigid indentations and swells. His firm, smooth skin... the crisp hair in a trail just below his navel—heavenly.
    His hand worked higher, hers drifting lower. He shot upright, standing fully when she clasped his erection outside his pants. The first woman to touch him there.
    As she began fondling his shaft, his lids grew heavy, his jaw slackening. He bit out what sounded like an oath, then hooked his finger under the edge of her panties, pulling the silk aside.
    At his first tentative foray of her sex, she quivered, and a harsh groan burst from his chest. “Ah, Néomi, you’re so wet.... ”
    She moaned as he caressed her, spreading the moisture as if he was fascinated by her body’s reaction. Stroking him, she murmured, “And you’re so hard.”
    His hand stilled. Their gazes met. They both knew what came next.
    “Can’t even think about taking your neck... hanging on by a thread... ”
    “Then take me to bed.”
    Clasping her up into his arms, he carried her there and set her down.
    She worked free his belt as he yanked off her boots, then his own. With a hissed-in breath, he eased his pants past his straining erection.
    Oh, my. Her first sight of him aroused. His thick shaft jutted, pulsing in tandem with each new beat of his heart. The sleek skin of the crown was stretched taut, visibly slick. Even as part of her felt as if she’d just unwrapped a tantalizing present, another part of her felt a flare of alarm over his size.
    But she shook away her fear. I’m the old Néomi once more, she reminded herself. She’d make sure they were both ready when he entered her. Confident, she lay back and opened her arms for him.
    His brows drew together in an anguished expression as he followed her down. “Christ, I hope this is real.”

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    “This is real,” she murmured between kisses. “I’m really here.”
    “How?”
    “I wanted to be with you like this so badly. And now I can.” She placed his hand on her