Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

pinned his free hand over her neck. Her head fell to the side, her eyes squeezed shut.
    Elizabeth couldn’t be his. I did not subject my fragile female to death row for half a decade . Of course it wasn’t her. He wouldn’t have taken his Bride’s virginity with a crude thrust of his fingers. . . .
    I wouldn’t have vowed to obliterate her soul.
    Reassured, he relaxed somewhat, able to rein in his anger. “Don’t fret—the pain will be worth it.” He found himself smoothing her hair from her face as he let her adjust to the fullness inside. “It still hurts?”
    When she nodded up at him with glinting eyes, something twisted in his chest. How could anyone harm her? So beautiful, so trusting. “Tender little mortal . . . I’ll make it better, then.”
    “J-just give me a second.”
    “Shhh, Lizvetta.” He removed his fingers, kneeling on the floor at the end of the mattress. “I told you I’d reward you.” Lowering his head, he kissed her navel, and lower.
    “Wait, you can’t do that! Not after you just . . . Oh, stop!” Again she scrambled away, but he clamped her hips, snatching her back.
    “What are you doing?” she cried.
    “Taking all of what’s mine.” Hands splayed under her ass, he lifted her like a bowl to his lips, pressing his opened mouth between her legs, slipping his tongue into her folds.
    “Lothaire, no— Oh! Ohhh . . . ”
    He tasted the sweet bite of virgin’s blood mixed with her own honey; growling low in his throat, he almost spilled on the floor. “Dreamed of tasting you, Lizvetta.” He nibbled, he licked, he devoured.
    When she began rocking to his tongue, he eased his forefinger back inside her wetness, stirring her. Then he curled it upward until he found that subtly ridged flesh.
    Her hidden little spot swelled, waiting to be found by a seeking male. “Have you ever had a man tickle you here?” He gave it a stroke.
    “Lo-THAIRE!” she screamed, her back bowing.
    “You sound surprised,” he teased. “I take it you like this? Was it worth a bit of pain in the beginning?” As he rubbed it again, he darted his tongue over her clitoris—
    “Oh, my God,” she sobbed, clenching the sheets.
    “I told you I’d teach you how good it can feel.”
    “Don’t stop . . . don’t stop!”
    He stilled his finger inside her, chuckling against her flesh.
    “You devil!” She twisted her hips, writhing wildly to get his finger back on that spot.
    Sexy piece!
    “Lothaire, stop teasin’ me!”
    “Tease?” His cock was throbbing. Already, he felt the beginning tremors. “It’s the least I can do since you’re about to make me come on my carpet.”
    Panting, she leaned up on her elbows, her eyes wide. “ Are you about to—”
    Another curl of his finger had her collapsing back with a strangled cry, her knees falling wide.

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    E llie heard the vampire laughing again, but this time it sounded much more strained.
    Through heavy-lidded eyes, she stared down at his pale head bent over her as he swirled his tongue, softly caressing her inside.
    “ Uhn, getting so wet ,” he growled, relentless.
    She was close, and he kept her right on the edge. That frightening intensity she’d felt with him before returned stronger than ever.
    Yet then . . . movement flittered within her chest. No. It can’t be.
    Then it happened again.
    “Ask me to let you come,” Lothaire told her, “and I might—”
    “No. . . . No!” Saroya had begun taking over. Twice in one day?
    He raised his head. “No?”
    “She’s trying to rise!” Ellie leaned up. “Lothaire, I want this. Don’t make me go. Please, I have to feel this!”
    “You obey me, Lizvetta. You stay with me.”
    She gave a shaky nod. “I-I’ll try.”
    “Look at me.” His gaze held hers, the hypnotic red mesmerizing her. Like staring into embers. “This pleasure is for you alone to enjoy. You remain with me for this.”
    Saroya had already stolen so much from her. Ellie refused to surrender this as well. She resisted her with everything she had.
    Waiting . . . fighting . . .
    In time, the threat passed. “I think I held her back.”
    “Good.” He ran his face against her thigh, as if he was praising her in some animal kind of way.
    Ellie swallowed. “You’ll keep going now? With that kiss of yourn?”
    With his free hand stroking his shaft and a grin tugging his lips, he bent down to her once more.
    As he curled his finger, he took her clitoris between his lips to suckle her. Her eyes went wide, then