her misgivings about Adrian’s presence, she was finding it harder and harder to ignore that the thought of him watching them was arousing her.
“Do you want to see, Adrian?” she challenged, raising her chin a defiant inch. If this was to be the last time they were together, she wanted to know his true feelings.
Adrian surged from his seat and approached, fists clenched at his sides. He stopped when he was barely inches from her and she was sandwiched between the two large and very attractive men.
He stood there silently, but raked his gaze along the swell of her breasts and the cleavage exposed by the emerald satin. He clenched and unclenched his hands before meeting her gaze.
“Aye, I want to see. And I want to touch,” he confessed.
She shivered at the need in his voice and the heat of his gaze. Hands shaking, she reached up and slowly pulled the laces free, exposing more and more skin as the fabric parted beneath her trembling fingers.
When all that held it up was John’s hands at her waist, Adrian shot a heated glance at the other man. At the same moment that John moved his hands downward to the sides of her thighs, Adrian eased his hands beneath the fabric at her waist and urged the corset open, exposing the flat, creamy skin of her midsection.
She looked downward as Adrian bracketed her waist with his hands and then slowly slipped those amazing hands upward. When he reached her breasts, he impatiently shoved away the corset and it slid down her body to the floor, leaving her in only the panties, garters and stockings.
She shivered in anticipation of his touch there and a jumble of emotions warred in her brain. Shaking her head, she closed herself off to the conflicting feelings, focusing instead on the sensation of Adrian’s hands as he finally cupped her breasts and on the roughness of John’s palms rubbing along the silk of her stockings. John inched his hands upward to lie flat against her belly and urge her tight to his powerful erection.
She moaned when Adrian finally ran his thumbs along the tight nubs of her nipples.
He smiled then, a smile of pure masculine ego that she somehow felt compelled to challenge. Laying her hands on his, she rose up on her tiptoes and teased, “Do you want a taste, Adrian?”
He answered by bending his head and licking the tip of her breast, dragging a shudder from her body. When he deepened his caress, drawing the tip into his mouth while tweaking her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger, her body shook from the pleasure and a blast of damp wet her cleft.
*
She was sweet, so sweet against his lips, Adrian thought for only an instant before guilt settled in once again.
She was not meant to be his, no matter how much he wanted her.
Dragging himself away, he ignored her murmured protest at his departure and finally used his vamp power to send command after command at John, who was both willing and able to satisfy Eliza.
Adrian dropped down in the chair to watch, his own body primed with desire. The heat of his passion and the vampire within growing so intense that he had to rip off his shirt to battle the warmth.
Heeding the instructions he had been given, John undid Eliza’s garters and peeled the silk stockings down her legs. The shock of John’s rough hands on her smoothness registered in Adrian’s mind as he almost became one with the other man, so great was his desire to possess his consort.
With a quick twist, the garter joined the stockings on the floor, leaving Eliza standing there in only the silk panties. The very wet panties, Adrian realized as John dipped one big hand beneath the edge and stroked it along Eliza’s lips.
Eliza sucked in a breath and grabbed hold of John’s hand, stilling its motion. Adrian’s little voyeur act had her already on the edge and she needed a moment to contain her excitement.
In response, John lowered his head to lick a line along the top of her shoulder and cradled her breast with his other
“Do you want to see, Adrian?” she challenged, raising her chin a defiant inch. If this was to be the last time they were together, she wanted to know his true feelings.
Adrian surged from his seat and approached, fists clenched at his sides. He stopped when he was barely inches from her and she was sandwiched between the two large and very attractive men.
He stood there silently, but raked his gaze along the swell of her breasts and the cleavage exposed by the emerald satin. He clenched and unclenched his hands before meeting her gaze.
“Aye, I want to see. And I want to touch,” he confessed.
She shivered at the need in his voice and the heat of his gaze. Hands shaking, she reached up and slowly pulled the laces free, exposing more and more skin as the fabric parted beneath her trembling fingers.
When all that held it up was John’s hands at her waist, Adrian shot a heated glance at the other man. At the same moment that John moved his hands downward to the sides of her thighs, Adrian eased his hands beneath the fabric at her waist and urged the corset open, exposing the flat, creamy skin of her midsection.
She looked downward as Adrian bracketed her waist with his hands and then slowly slipped those amazing hands upward. When he reached her breasts, he impatiently shoved away the corset and it slid down her body to the floor, leaving her in only the panties, garters and stockings.
She shivered in anticipation of his touch there and a jumble of emotions warred in her brain. Shaking her head, she closed herself off to the conflicting feelings, focusing instead on the sensation of Adrian’s hands as he finally cupped her breasts and on the roughness of John’s palms rubbing along the silk of her stockings. John inched his hands upward to lie flat against her belly and urge her tight to his powerful erection.
She moaned when Adrian finally ran his thumbs along the tight nubs of her nipples.
He smiled then, a smile of pure masculine ego that she somehow felt compelled to challenge. Laying her hands on his, she rose up on her tiptoes and teased, “Do you want a taste, Adrian?”
He answered by bending his head and licking the tip of her breast, dragging a shudder from her body. When he deepened his caress, drawing the tip into his mouth while tweaking her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger, her body shook from the pleasure and a blast of damp wet her cleft.
*
She was sweet, so sweet against his lips, Adrian thought for only an instant before guilt settled in once again.
She was not meant to be his, no matter how much he wanted her.
Dragging himself away, he ignored her murmured protest at his departure and finally used his vamp power to send command after command at John, who was both willing and able to satisfy Eliza.
Adrian dropped down in the chair to watch, his own body primed with desire. The heat of his passion and the vampire within growing so intense that he had to rip off his shirt to battle the warmth.
Heeding the instructions he had been given, John undid Eliza’s garters and peeled the silk stockings down her legs. The shock of John’s rough hands on her smoothness registered in Adrian’s mind as he almost became one with the other man, so great was his desire to possess his consort.
With a quick twist, the garter joined the stockings on the floor, leaving Eliza standing there in only the silk panties. The very wet panties, Adrian realized as John dipped one big hand beneath the edge and stroked it along Eliza’s lips.
Eliza sucked in a breath and grabbed hold of John’s hand, stilling its motion. Adrian’s little voyeur act had her already on the edge and she needed a moment to contain her excitement.
In response, John lowered his head to lick a line along the top of her shoulder and cradled her breast with his other
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