Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

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    “Suck it . . . into your mouth.”
    She nodded, then leisurely brought it between her lips. Another groan broke from his chest. His pleasure made her bold, and she drew him deeper, licking as she sucked.
    When his head briefly fell back, Ellie realized that she loved this.
    With shaking hands, he threaded his fingers through her hair. “How is your first experience?” His accent was thick, his words husky.
    She gave a harder suck, then murmured, “I could do this all night.” His poor testicles did look like they ached. She dipped down to give each a lick, grinning as his knees nearly buckled.
    “Ah, good girl!”
    When she took his shaft into her mouth once more, he held her head in place and began to rock his hips. Then, as if with great effort, he removed his hands, making fists by his sides. “Do you know how . . . difficult it is not to . . . fuck your mouth?”
    That was what he needed? Then she needed to make her hand and mouth feel as if he were doing just that. So she pumped her wet fist on his shaft, as her mouth followed in time.
    “Yes, that’s it!” A low growl began to rumble from him. He grew even harder in a rush, just as she perceived more of that salty taste.
    “Look at me.” He cradled her face. Veins in his muscular arms stood in relief. So much strength—but he held her gently.
    As she worked his engorged flesh, she met his gaze; red eyes consumed her.
    “I’m about . . . to spend, Lizvetta.” His voice was ragged. “Be my dear . . . take it from me . . . and I’ll reward you, beauty.”
    “I will.” Then she set back in, greedy for his release, wanting to feel it, to taste it.
    “About to come . . .” Suddenly, he grew motionless. “Right upon your talented tongue!” With a brutal roar, he ejaculated, spurting hard jets against the back of her mouth.
    She felt every shudder rippling through his powerful body, felt his shaft pumping between her lips as he bellowed to the ceiling.
    Warmth slipped down her throat as he yelled his approval, “Yes, yes, Lizvetta!”
    On and on it continued, while his hips jerked helplessly to her mouth.
    When he gave a last groan, tugging her off him, she collapsed back on the bed, catching her breath, unable to mask her surprise.
    How exciting. How primal . She stretched her arms over her head and smiled—
    “You liked that?” he sneered. He was angry with her? “Unexpected Elizabeth . . .”

    Too much. Again the pleasure was unforgettable.
    As if Elizabeth was branding his mind with these memories.
    Her eager exploration of him . . . the way her pouty lips had sealed around his shaft, her little cheeks hollowing as she’d sucked . . . her smile after she’d wantonly accepted his spend.
    She’d told him she would haunt him after she was gone. He narrowed his gaze on her.
    She might.
    “Did I do something wrong?”
    Lothaire pressed one knee to the bed. “Part your thighs.”
    “Guess not.”
    When she eased her legs open, he began to harden once more, not even surprising him this time. He was insatiable for her.
    Which wouldn’t do. I’ll worry about that later.
    He cupped her sex—gods almighty, she had liked sucking him and swallowing his seed. She was wet with desire, so ready to be fucked—if not with his cock, then with his fingers.
    He sank one inside her, probably the first time she’d ever been touched like this.
    She gasped. “Lothaire, that feels so good. . . .”
    “Do you ache for me here?”
    “I-is that my reward? Are you going to have sex with me?”
    Her seeming delight at the prospect aggravated him anew. Too much. He was roiling inside, and she was the cause of it. “No. As a mortal, you’re not strong enough to receive me.” Not a match for me at all. Lacking in every way! “I’m going to use my fingers.”
    He stirred the one inside her. She was too tight, her maidenhead getting in the way. “This needs to go.”
    “What . . . what are you talking about? That’s starting to hurt, Lothaire.”
    He was hurting her? He wanted to. He was obsessing about her more than his revenge, more than his vows.
    Something is wrong with me. I despise her kind! He began forcing a second finger into her. Holding her gaze, he commanded her, “Take it, Elizabeth. Take them deep.”
    When he’d wedged both inside, spreading them, her tears welled. “You can’t.”
    “I can! Your maidenhead’s mine .” He drew his fingers out, thrusting them back in.
    “Please stop . . .” She scrambled back, but he