GoodHunting by Kannan Feng Page B

had thought that she would simply lay on top of him, but
instead she climbed up on the bed, kneeling between his spread legs. Slowly and
carefully, she started to unfasten her dress, stripping out of gown and corset
until she was only in a soft shift that floated around her like a cloud. It was
made out of such a sheer silk that he could see the shape of her body through
it, and when the edge of it brushed against his leg, he wanted nothing more
than for her to slither on top of him, slippery and silky and above all, his.
    “I had these forged in Frankfurt,” she said, her voice soft
and low. “I thought I was close then, but you got away. You’re not going
anywhere tonight, Daniel…”
    She leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the inside of his
thigh, and he moaned as she lapped at the skin there softly and tenderly. She
knit her sharp fingernails into the skin at his hips, and when he thrust his
hips up longingly, she ignored him.
    “I’ve been without you so long,” she whispered. “I missed
you so.”
    He started to speak, but before he could, she pushed herself
on top of him, straddling his hips. Her silk shift was between them, but it was
so thin that he could feel how soft and warm she was. His cock pressed again
wet line of her slit, and when she shifted, he groaned. The pleasure that that
single motion sent through him was immense, and all he knew in that moment was
that he never wanted to be apart from her.
    Abruptly, her mouth was on his again, and this time he could
feel the soft stretch of her body over his. She kissed him slowly and
thoroughly, squirming against him as he struggled against the bonds.
    “Let me touch you,” he said, and he didn’t care that it
sounded like he was begging. “Please, Genevieve, please let me touch you, let
me…”
    “I will,” she promised, grinding herself teasingly against
him. “I will as soon as I want to.”
    Her lips were on the soft skin of his throat, and maybe
someone else would have been nervous to have such a powerful hunter’s teeth
there, but this was Genevieve and he had known her for hundreds of years. He
would trust her with that and more. He bared his throat to her and at first
there was just the wetness of her lips and her tongue. He leaned up into her touch,
and she responded with a gentle bite to the skin, just the graze of sharpness
that made him whine.
    Daniel pressed his hips up high and hard between her legs,
and for a moment he thought that he had her, that she would simply rip away the
fabric between them and let him thrust up into her. Instead, she only laughed
raggedly and ground against him again, her movements more maddening than
fulfilling.
    “You’re all mine,” she repeated. “This, all of this is mine,
and I am going to do exactly what I want to do with it tonight.”
    She slid down farther on his body and pressed the sharp
points of her teeth to an erect brown nipple. She circled the tight bundle of
nerves with her tongue, making him hum with pleasure. She set her razor-sharp
teeth to it and bit down, neat and hard.
    Daniel yelped in pain, and there was her tongue again,
sweeping around the nipple, soothing the hurt.
    “Sweet, sweet man,” she murmured, “I could eat your heart
out, you know that?”
    She could. He knew it. He was older, but there was something
savage about her, something that was pure and dark and hungry, but she loved
him as well. That was all that mattered, and he felt himself settling into it.
He let something go, and he could feel himself become more pliant for her,
focused on her touch, her smell and her presence.
    As if sensing his capitulation, she gentled as well, and she
pressed her hand against his hard cock, stroking it twice firmly along the
shaft before reaching lower to cup his balls.
    “I’ve missed you and I’ve missed this,” she murmured.
“You’ve let me hunt for too long.”
    Yes , he thought, but then his mind turned to a soft
buzzing blank when her hand tightened, pumping his