Dead Man's Curves (BBW Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance) [KOBO ED] by Ava Lore Page B

but when she finally managed it she was glad she did. He gazed down at her with a smoldering intensity no man had ever turned her direction before.
    He reached out and gently disengaged her white-knuckled grip from her blouse. “Breasts as beautiful as these should never be hidden,” he said. His voice was soft, but urgent. “It is a disservice to their magnificence, and an impossibility besides.” Cool fingers ran over her chest, sending up goosebumps over her skin, and Chloe sucked air through her nose, feeling faint.
    Could he truly mean that? She thought she'd been a convenience. She'd been James' convenience. She had been Jenny's convenient fat friend. She was Deena's convenient whipping girl at work. It was hard to believe he actually wanted her for some reason other than the fact that she was convenient.
    “You don't mean that,” she said automatically. She couldn't accept it.
    “Don't be ridiculous,” the vampire said. “My tongue in your sweet pussy wasn't enough to convince you that I would like to fuck you senseless?”
    “Such language,” Chloe murmured, trying to find refuge in humorous distance, but his large hands skated over the outside swell of her breasts and cupped them, lifting them up. Circling his thumbs over her taut nipples, the vampire smiled at her.
    “You like it,” he said. Leisurely, he slipped her blouse from her shoulders and down her arms, but he didn't remove it. Instead, he twisted and tied the fabric, and when he was done her hands were bound behind her, her back arched and her tits heaving. His hands returned, playing with her, a wicked gleam in his eye.
    Chloe licked her lips. She did like it.
    The vampire smiled. “Shall I be blunt? It was uncouth to be blunt a hundred years ago. I hope it is just as dirty now.”
    “It is,” Chloe said faintly. “Please, be blunt.”
    “Very well. Do you know what it is like, buried beneath the ground? It is cold. And hard. And dreadfully, dreadfully dull. At first, you are angry.” His hands on her breasts suddenly grew rougher, grabbing great handfuls of flesh and pinching her nipples sharply. “You will kill the sons-of-bitches who put you there.” He snaked a hand up her throat and behind her head, grabbing her by the hair. Pulling back, he exposed her throat to his heated gaze.
    Desire coursed through her at the possessive gesture. Her breath picked up, her breasts pressing urgently into his hand, but to her dismay he removed it and began to smooth his palm over the rest of her body. He seemed to revel in her softness. “Then the boredom sets in. You go mad. You come back. You go mad again. Sometimes you sleep for years. And you dream.”
    He tilted his head, giving her whole body an appraising look. “I dreamed of beautiful women, but none so lush as you.”
    “Fat,” she corrected him.
    He pinched the swell of her buttocks and twisted. Chloe jumped and yelped, her arms yanking involuntarily on the bindings of her blouse, and she lost her balance. The vampire caught her easily, laughing. “Fertile,” he corrected her. “Do you know what it means to a man who has been starving for a hundred years in the cold hard ground to find a soft, warm, willing woman such as you? I didn't even dare dream of someone like you. That's how divine you are to me.”
    She'd never been described as divine. Chloe relaxed into him as his lips found her shoulder and began to plant curiously warm kisses over the swell of flesh there. “Why are you warmer?” she asked.
    He pulled back. “I'm not sure,” he said, surprised. “Perhaps you bring out the memories of life in me.”
    “Oh. Well. Don't stop?”
    “I won't.”
    He lifted her up as though she were light as a feather, one hand supporting her, the other ripping away her dowdy tweed skirt. The sound of tearing stitches buzzed through the apartment, and then the whole world tipped and turned as he lifted her up high and pulled her thighs over his shoulders before propping her against