Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

press her down while grinding his cock up against her. “Is this what you like?”
    “Right . . . there .”
    “You’re going to come?” If he was, then she would too.
    “I’m so close.” She bit that bottom lip as he yearned to do. Then her gaze settled on his own lips. “Vampire, I’ll come from ridin’ you . . . come hard till I scream, if I can kiss your mouth. You want me to?”
    “You like to talk dirty, show me what else you can do with your tongue.”
    She hitched in a breath. Just as he perceived another flood of desire, she brushed her lips against his.
    Hers were soft, giving. When she darted her tongue into his mouth, he met it, twining his with hers, swirling over and over.
    Seeming to melt for him, she wrapped her slim arms around his neck as if she’d never let go, as if she couldn’t get close enough. . . .
    When she began sweetly sucking on his tongue, his eyes rolled back in his head.
    Elizabeth!
    How could this feel so good to him? The tales about a vampire’s Bride were true? Infinitely more pleasure with his Bride. Too much pleasure.
    No, she was a mortal, not his woman. Confusing her with my Bride. Even as he told himself this, his fangs readied for her. Take from her . . .
    Against her mouth, he groaned, “Bite you.” She didn’t pull back; had she nodded?
    Didn’t matter. He sank one fang into her bottom lip, as if into a plum.
    Blood spilled onto his tongue; his body jolted. “Uhn!” Her essence raced through his veins, like a fever spreading over him.
    Frenzy took hold, lust mounting. Drop after drop wetted their tongues while she bore her sex down on his cock.
    Nothing could feel this good.
    He licked, he sucked. His vision wavered. Want to consume her, take her into me.
    Too much. She’s too fragile.
    Too mortal.
    Somehow he broke away from her to catch his breath and gauge her reaction, knowing she’d be disgusted by the blood.
    He wanted to see that disgust, to remind himself that the human girl would never understand how he lived.
    Her lids were heavy, but her gray eyes were fierce on his mouth. As if she hadn’t noticed the blood trickling from her own, her hands shot out, her fingers tunneling into his hair. She grabbed two fistfuls and yanked him back into the kiss, licking his bloody tongue.
    Fuck! Hot little piece!
    With shaking hands, he cupped the back of her head and clenched her ass, drawing her to him, shoving her breasts against his chest. As she rode him, her nipples rubbed up and down over his sweat-slicked skin.
    Make me come like this. Don’t care. He grew light-headed. His cock was engorged with seed, the crown thick with it. Just don’t stop.
    Between kisses, he rasped, “You’ll come, I scent you’re close. . . .” He knew if he cupped her right now, her jeans would wet his palm. He wanted to slip his fingers inside her, to lick her honey from them.
    She pulled harder on his hair, writhing on him faster. Faster. Faster.
    Her blood in his veins. Scorching friction over his cock. “Ahhh! Whatever you do . . . do not stop this . . .” Tongues tangling. Pressure building—
    His body stiffened, back bowing. The pleasure made him break the kiss to throw back his head and roar, “Fuck! Elizavetta!”
    For a moment, his mind rolled over, grew blissfully blank. All he could perceive was her heart racing.
    Then he heard his own savage groan: “Woman, you’re making me . . . come !” Seed shot from his cock, the ejaculation so strong he bellowed curses in Russian. He yelled uncontrollably with each jet, louder and louder.
    Her undulations grew frantic. As she bathed semen all over his shaft, he thought, Follow me, Elizavetta, follow me down.

    “Lothaire!” Ellie screamed. “Oh, God, I’m coming, coming —” Her lids slid shut. Her orgasm overwhelmed her.
    Wave after wave of searing, slick rapture.
    But the intensity continued to build, almost frightening her. Her eyes flashed open. “L-Lothaire?” she whispered as her sex helplessly continued to spasm, empty. “It won’t end!”
    His fiery gaze was locked on hers. He spoke foreign words to her that she didn’t understand, but they throbbed with ferocity, with hunger .
    Those eyes . . . lost in them.
    Finally, her release subsided. With a whimper, Ellie collapsed over him, burying her face against his neck.
    I’m out of my depth.
    She’d never known anything like this. There were orgasms, and then there was coming !
    Wrapping his arm around her neck, he yanked her beside him,