NocC 025 - Caridad Pineiro - Her Vampire Lover - Harlequin 2012-10 by Nocturne
Book: NocC 025 - Caridad Pineiro - Her Vampire Lover - Harlequin 2012-10 by Nocturne
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he took the tip of her breast between his thumb and forefinger and tweaked it.
“Your tits are a wonder.” He rotated the tip just a little harder and between her legs, wetness erupted in anticipation.
He had to feel the heat of her against his thigh as it rested between her legs and as he pressed upward with it, up against her swollen mons, she knew that he did.
“Gregori,” she protested and covered his hand with hers. If he didn’t stop, they’d soon be making love again. For the briefest moment, she wondered why that was a bad thing, but then reality came roaring back.
“Please, I need something more than just this.” The words exploded from her mouth, shot out from the logical part of her brain that understood just how crazy this all was.
He stopped, reluctantly, but nodded. “You said you wanted me to show you around the city. How about we both clean up and then we’ll go.”
He didn’t wait for her answer before bolting from the bed and into his bathroom.
She lay there for a long moment until the sound of running water drifted across the room. She had to leave and get ready for the night. A night that was sure to end right here again, she acknowledged, smoothing her hand across the fine sheets on his bed.
And after that, what? asked the logical part of her brain once more.
Only she didn’t have an answer.
*
The water ran in the shower, but Gregori stood at the wash basin, hands braced against the cold porcelain. He stared at the mirror that didn’t stare back, his body heavy with need and another hunger stalking the edges of his awareness.
A need for blood.
In a vampire, sex and blood were irrevocably bound and although he had sated that desire with some blood bags, it wasn’t the same as fresh blood, hot and pulsing with life.
It wasn’t Sonja’s body and blood, so refreshing and lush.
The dual hungers attacked him, and he almost howled his frustration at not being able to satisfy them as he wanted.
Instead, he stalked to the linen cabinet to one side of the bathroom that also held a small refrigerator he kept stocked with blood bags.
Yanking one from within, he brought the blood bag to his mouth, grimacing at its coldness and resistance as his fangs pressed to the plastic. He bit down and the metallic saltiness filled his fangs and mouth. Between his legs, his erection swelled with the infusion and he grabbed hold of his cock. He stroked roughly while finishing off the blood and jerking yet another bag from his store of nourishment.
With each suck of his mouth and pull of his hand he climbed ever closer to a complete release until a slurpy second-best appeased his blood hunger and he came all over his hand. His seed was slick and slightly warm as he pumped himself again and again, eyes closed and images of Sonja filling his mind.
Inhaling shakily, he dropped the empty blood bag to the floor and stepped into the shower. The warm water spilled over him, washing away the remnants of his passion and the blood along his lips. He lingered there for several minutes, enjoying the heat as it seeped into his body.
It wasn’t as pleasant as the warmth from Sonja, but it would do until later, when he intended to satisfy at least one of his hungers while keeping the other at bay. He had fed from her too recently, but worse, he feared that with the emotions he was feeling, he might lose control and not stop his feeding.
He already cared for her too much to deny her the life she was meant to live. So, for now, the blood bags would have to do.
Chapter 8
Gregori had been a delightful companion, showing her around a number of sites in the city before taking her to an elegant restaurant for a sumptuous meal. But as charming as he had been, she had sensed something lurking below that pleasant surface. Something dark and dangerous that she somehow found exciting.
Maybe it was the way his dark gaze settled on her and followed the vee of her little black dress down to her cleavage. Her nipples
“Your tits are a wonder.” He rotated the tip just a little harder and between her legs, wetness erupted in anticipation.
He had to feel the heat of her against his thigh as it rested between her legs and as he pressed upward with it, up against her swollen mons, she knew that he did.
“Gregori,” she protested and covered his hand with hers. If he didn’t stop, they’d soon be making love again. For the briefest moment, she wondered why that was a bad thing, but then reality came roaring back.
“Please, I need something more than just this.” The words exploded from her mouth, shot out from the logical part of her brain that understood just how crazy this all was.
He stopped, reluctantly, but nodded. “You said you wanted me to show you around the city. How about we both clean up and then we’ll go.”
He didn’t wait for her answer before bolting from the bed and into his bathroom.
She lay there for a long moment until the sound of running water drifted across the room. She had to leave and get ready for the night. A night that was sure to end right here again, she acknowledged, smoothing her hand across the fine sheets on his bed.
And after that, what? asked the logical part of her brain once more.
Only she didn’t have an answer.
*
The water ran in the shower, but Gregori stood at the wash basin, hands braced against the cold porcelain. He stared at the mirror that didn’t stare back, his body heavy with need and another hunger stalking the edges of his awareness.
A need for blood.
In a vampire, sex and blood were irrevocably bound and although he had sated that desire with some blood bags, it wasn’t the same as fresh blood, hot and pulsing with life.
It wasn’t Sonja’s body and blood, so refreshing and lush.
The dual hungers attacked him, and he almost howled his frustration at not being able to satisfy them as he wanted.
Instead, he stalked to the linen cabinet to one side of the bathroom that also held a small refrigerator he kept stocked with blood bags.
Yanking one from within, he brought the blood bag to his mouth, grimacing at its coldness and resistance as his fangs pressed to the plastic. He bit down and the metallic saltiness filled his fangs and mouth. Between his legs, his erection swelled with the infusion and he grabbed hold of his cock. He stroked roughly while finishing off the blood and jerking yet another bag from his store of nourishment.
With each suck of his mouth and pull of his hand he climbed ever closer to a complete release until a slurpy second-best appeased his blood hunger and he came all over his hand. His seed was slick and slightly warm as he pumped himself again and again, eyes closed and images of Sonja filling his mind.
Inhaling shakily, he dropped the empty blood bag to the floor and stepped into the shower. The warm water spilled over him, washing away the remnants of his passion and the blood along his lips. He lingered there for several minutes, enjoying the heat as it seeped into his body.
It wasn’t as pleasant as the warmth from Sonja, but it would do until later, when he intended to satisfy at least one of his hungers while keeping the other at bay. He had fed from her too recently, but worse, he feared that with the emotions he was feeling, he might lose control and not stop his feeding.
He already cared for her too much to deny her the life she was meant to live. So, for now, the blood bags would have to do.
Chapter 8
Gregori had been a delightful companion, showing her around a number of sites in the city before taking her to an elegant restaurant for a sumptuous meal. But as charming as he had been, she had sensed something lurking below that pleasant surface. Something dark and dangerous that she somehow found exciting.
Maybe it was the way his dark gaze settled on her and followed the vee of her little black dress down to her cleavage. Her nipples
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