Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

flooded her. “Just when I think it can’t get any harder, it does.”
    She gazed at his lips while licking her own. She needed to kiss him. But would his fangs cut her?
    Soon she’d be uncaring. . . .
    Ellie was losing control. When she got turned on enough, her mind seemed to go blank until all she cared about was reaching her orgasm. There’d never been any communion with her partner, no meeting of their eyes and minds.
    Just her working to get off.
    She’d never set out to rock a boy’s world or anything like that. It was only a fortunate coincidence that the guy beneath her always got off, too.
    And now the seam of her jeans and the top of Lothaire’s shaft had aligned against her aching clitoris. She was about to start moving on him, and then it’d be all over. She’d find a rhythm that would bring her to her end.
    “I can feel your heat,” he grated. “Want these pants off you.”
    Take away that perfection? She pressed her forefinger over his lips, giving him an indulgent smile. “Just let me do what I’m needin’ to.”

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    L othaire put his hand over her throat, pushing her back. “You are mad, then?”
    Again, he saw no fear in Elizabeth’s eyes. They were heavy-lidded, a deep, lambent gray.
    “You flirt with my rage, as if trying to bring it forth?”
    “That’s not what I’m trying to bring forth just now. Busy on something else.” She used both hands to draw her silky hair up, piling it atop her head. The sublime scent of her hair washed over him as her breasts swayed. His thoughts grew indistinct.
    No! He was angered over something, needed to discipline her. “You’ve had your five minutes. Now it’s time . . .” His words trailed off.
    Because she’d begun to move .
    Gods almighty. His head dropped forward, his gaze riveted as she languidly rocked her hips up and back over his lap, sensually rubbing her sex along his swollen shaft.
    After another undulation, she moaned, drawing his gaze up.
    His vampiric instincts fired, noting the changes in his prey. She panted her breaths as her pupils dilated; blood tinged her high cheekbones, spreading down her neck to her breasts, stiffening her nipples even more.
    Yes, he’d seen lovers reach a point of no return when all inhibitions were lost, when nothing could pull them apart. Elizabeth was there.
    For once, he thought he might like to experience that point himself.
    “Lothaire, you’re looking at my nipples . . . still wantin’ to bite me?” She lowered her hands, released dark waves of her hair, then clutched his shoulders.
    “Lean forward, pet. I’ll only use my tongue on them.”
    She shivered. “That’s what you want?”
    “Yes.”
    She leaned back .
    Though her boldness attracted him like a font of fresh blood, his anger couldn’t be denied. “ You want me to suck them.”
    “Aching for you to.”
    “Then obey me now, Elizabeth!”
    Eyes closed, head falling back, she whispered, “No.”
    He was the master, she was his belonging. She would mind him. Just as Lothaire reached to grab her by her breasts and drag one to his mouth . . . he caught the scent of her arousal.
    Like breathing a drug he knew he’d never get enough of. He groaned, “You’re wet for me.”
    She wrapped her hands around his nape, holding on to him as she used his lap. “Sopping. Surprised you can’t feel it through my jeans.”
    The idea of her so aroused that she soaked her panties and jeans . . .
    A predator’s impulses racked him, drives to master her, to take from her—his release, her blood. He imagined pinning his woman beneath him, her thighs forced wide to accept his cock . . . or his mouth on her.
    My fangs on her lush female flesh.
    “Don’t anger me, Elizabeth. My control slips.”
    She grasped one of his hands, bringing his forefinger to her lips. When she sucked it into her mouth, wetting it liberally, his cock jerked in answer.
    Then she placed his slick finger against one of her nipples. Eyes rapt, he slowly circled the tip. “Can feel it throbbing.”
    With a cry, she spread her knees wider to get lower. The more he circled, the harder she rode him.
    He was going to spend like this if he didn’t stop her soon. Slumming with a mortal? But, gods, it felt so good. He couldn’t prevent himself from bucking beneath her.
    She moaned with delight, finally drawing his hands to her breasts. When he felt her nipples strain against his palms, he almost lost his seed.
    “Eager little Elizabeth.” He used her breasts to