Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

his arm and propping his head on his hand. His casual position belied the need exploding inside him as he gave a slow circular stroke of her little clit.
    She gasped again. “You make me crazy, vampire.”
    “Of course I do, Elizabeth.” Another stroke.

    This male was like sex incarnate.
    Compared to Lothaire, the boys Ellie had been with before were ham-handed brutes.
    Now she was dealing with a seductive immortal who used his talented fingers—and his cunning mind—to do sinful things with her.
    An immortal whose eyes had seemed to catch fire, red deepening across them as he’d gazed at her naked body.
    When he drew moisture up to continue those lazy circles, she relaxed her arms over her head and let her knees fall wide.
    “Greedy for more?” Grinding his hardness against her hip, he nuzzled her neck, her ear, murmuring words in Russian.
    His warm breaths against her made her shiver wildly. “Wh-what did you say?”
    “I talked filth in your ear.” Voice gone ragged, he said, “I told you that you’ve got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen, and then I told you what I’m going to do with it.”
    She moaned, her nails digging into her elbows. “Lothaire!”
    “Be my dear,” he rasped with that deep accent, “and finger yourself for me. Show me how you like to come.”
    His accent . . . the rough edge to his dirty words . . . his wicked voice was like a touch, caressing her all over.
    She readily obeyed him, slipping her hand between her legs, stroking her clitoris. Though he hadn’t asked her to, her other hand cupped a breast, which seemed to please him.
    “You don’t penetrate yourself?” His eyes were locked on her fin-
gers.
    She could only shake her head.
    “You wouldn’t know to, would you? Soon I’ll teach you how good it feels to have something inside you.”
    “Lothaire . . .”
    “Once your body becomes immortal, I’ll feed my length into you, spending deep inside here”—he tapped the pad of his forefinger right at her core. “And in here”—he raised his hand to her mouth, dipping his thumb inside it.
    When she dutifully sucked, he hissed, “ Yes. Ah, sweet Lizvetta, I’ll be at this flesh dusk, midnight, and dawn.”
    Imagining his thumb was another part of his anatomy, Ellie suckled in bliss.
    “I feel your little tongue. Are you to make me come just from that?” He drew his hand away, rubbing his wet thumb over one pouting nipple, then the other.
    “Lothaire, I’m close. . . . ”
    “Without waiting for me?”
    Rising, he unfastened his pants, shoved them off, then went to his knees between her legs.
    She stared in awe at his naked body, at his huge penis—the most beautiful one she’d ever imagined. The veined shaft was so rigid, the head broad. Moisture beaded the swollen slit.
    When thought returned, she said, “I want to touch it. Learn what you like.”
    He gave her an unreadable look— pleased by that? “You’re busy with something else.” He gave a pointed look at her fingers, then grasped his erection in one hand, rising above her.
    With his arm muscles bulging, he pressed the crown against the center of her chest, hissing an inhalation at the contact.
    Slowly he dragged it over one nipple, then the other, making her moan low.
    She swallowed when he positioned himself between her breasts, cupping them until they pressed against the sides of his shaft.
    With a groan, he thrust, his head falling back, tendons straining in his neck.
    “Oh, my God . . .” I could come just watching him move. He clamped both of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger, then thrust again.
    And again. “About to spill across your neck if I don’t stop.”
    She whimpered, imagining that hot liquid marking her. “Do whatever you want!”
    But he’d already begun dragging the head down her torso. In a haze of sensation, Ellie watched the damp crown trailing over her belly. “Lower, vampire. P-press it against me. Let me move against it.”
    “Do you want us to touch? You want to feel me against those bare lips?” Again his tone was challenging. “Then kiss me. Rise up and kiss me.”
    Ellie felt like the vampire was testing her, but to determine what ?

    Dragging her fingers away from her sex, Elizabeth put her hands behind her, raising herself on straightened arms. She leaned up to press her mouth to Lothaire’s, wantonly meeting his tongue.
    Gods, she makes me crazy . He drew back. “Harder. Kiss me like you’ll die if you don’t come