through soft strands of his hair. “Black as night.”
She pulled his head closer, pressed her lips against his, teased them open. Their tongues met, explored and teased. She ran her tongue over his fangs, quite deliberate this time. A tiny bit of pain brought a cascade of pleasure.
He took his mouth from hers to return to suckling her breasts.
She ran her hands down his back, exploring his lean-muscled body. She had thought of him looking like a perfect marble statue but his skin was warm and his muscles supple. His weight and masculine scent drove Grace to want even more of him. She wanted him—his flesh, his taste, his aroma, his heat.
He groaned as she caressed him. It pleased her to please him.
He certainly knew how to please her. His mouth and busy fingers moved from her breasts and further down her body.
“You’re touching places I didn’t know I had,” she murmured.
He chuckled. The rush of his breath tickled her belly button and made her quiver.
Julien came up to his knees. “Let me look at you, my love.” His gaze ate her up. It was as tactile as any touch.
“Your hair is as beautiful unbound as I knew it would be. Your blood races warm and rich beneath your pink skin. You are what sunshine looks like,” he told her. “But not so dangerous.”
“Watch out,” she warned. “Perhaps I am hotter to the touch than you think.” She ran her hands over her breasts and stomach and his gaze followed where her hands led. “Or at least I think you make me so, Julien.”
He drew her up to kneel before him. “We have just begun, copper girl.”
She put her hands on his shoulders. She pressed herself to him, breasts to chest. His erect phallus pressed against her belly. “I could do this forever, but I must return to my duties at some point, and you to yours.” Her voice shook with the desire building within her.
“We have our whole lives.”
His words sent fierce feelings through her Grace knew were more than lust. So much more than lust. A part of her soul howled in pain at the knowledge it was more than lust.
“We have right now,” she said. She kissed him, gently, drinking in his taste. “Right now is all anyone ever has.”
“Practical and beautiful. You enchant me.”
“No I don’t! I—”
“Silly witch. That’s not what I meant.”
“Make love to me!” Desperation blended with need. And there was fear. “Right now, Julien.” She touched a finger tentatively to the tip of his penis. There was moisture there, and a faint pulsing. “I’m burning alive, Julien.”
“And you are frightened.”
“Fear passes.” She slid her hand down the whole length of him, then back to the top. “This is how men and women—even vampires and witches—are meant to come together. We all must start sometime.” Julien’s eyes were closed. She wasn’t even sure he heard her as she slowly drew her hand up and down his penis.
After a while his hand closed over hers. “Not so quickly, my love.”
“This doesn’t seem quick to me.”
“Trust that I have more experience in these matters. You are driving me very close to the edge.”
She was suddenly lying on her back, with Julien on top of her. A deep, fiery glow filled his eyes. His desire and hunger washed over her mind.
She should have been frightened, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips.
He rested his forehead against hers for a moment. His breath came fast and hard, his body strained with need. I have no experience with mortal virgins. Forgive me if I—
It’s supposed to hurt the first time, her thought overlaid his. “I’m not afraid of a little pain when I know it will only become better and better.” Besides, my insides ache with need already.
Julien laughed, softly kissed her. His fangs brushed her lower lip, but he did not break the skin.
“Thank you,” she whispered. His bite would send her into ecstasy. That was not what she wanted at this moment in her life. It was important
She pulled his head closer, pressed her lips against his, teased them open. Their tongues met, explored and teased. She ran her tongue over his fangs, quite deliberate this time. A tiny bit of pain brought a cascade of pleasure.
He took his mouth from hers to return to suckling her breasts.
She ran her hands down his back, exploring his lean-muscled body. She had thought of him looking like a perfect marble statue but his skin was warm and his muscles supple. His weight and masculine scent drove Grace to want even more of him. She wanted him—his flesh, his taste, his aroma, his heat.
He groaned as she caressed him. It pleased her to please him.
He certainly knew how to please her. His mouth and busy fingers moved from her breasts and further down her body.
“You’re touching places I didn’t know I had,” she murmured.
He chuckled. The rush of his breath tickled her belly button and made her quiver.
Julien came up to his knees. “Let me look at you, my love.” His gaze ate her up. It was as tactile as any touch.
“Your hair is as beautiful unbound as I knew it would be. Your blood races warm and rich beneath your pink skin. You are what sunshine looks like,” he told her. “But not so dangerous.”
“Watch out,” she warned. “Perhaps I am hotter to the touch than you think.” She ran her hands over her breasts and stomach and his gaze followed where her hands led. “Or at least I think you make me so, Julien.”
He drew her up to kneel before him. “We have just begun, copper girl.”
She put her hands on his shoulders. She pressed herself to him, breasts to chest. His erect phallus pressed against her belly. “I could do this forever, but I must return to my duties at some point, and you to yours.” Her voice shook with the desire building within her.
“We have our whole lives.”
His words sent fierce feelings through her Grace knew were more than lust. So much more than lust. A part of her soul howled in pain at the knowledge it was more than lust.
“We have right now,” she said. She kissed him, gently, drinking in his taste. “Right now is all anyone ever has.”
“Practical and beautiful. You enchant me.”
“No I don’t! I—”
“Silly witch. That’s not what I meant.”
“Make love to me!” Desperation blended with need. And there was fear. “Right now, Julien.” She touched a finger tentatively to the tip of his penis. There was moisture there, and a faint pulsing. “I’m burning alive, Julien.”
“And you are frightened.”
“Fear passes.” She slid her hand down the whole length of him, then back to the top. “This is how men and women—even vampires and witches—are meant to come together. We all must start sometime.” Julien’s eyes were closed. She wasn’t even sure he heard her as she slowly drew her hand up and down his penis.
After a while his hand closed over hers. “Not so quickly, my love.”
“This doesn’t seem quick to me.”
“Trust that I have more experience in these matters. You are driving me very close to the edge.”
She was suddenly lying on her back, with Julien on top of her. A deep, fiery glow filled his eyes. His desire and hunger washed over her mind.
She should have been frightened, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips.
He rested his forehead against hers for a moment. His breath came fast and hard, his body strained with need. I have no experience with mortal virgins. Forgive me if I—
It’s supposed to hurt the first time, her thought overlaid his. “I’m not afraid of a little pain when I know it will only become better and better.” Besides, my insides ache with need already.
Julien laughed, softly kissed her. His fangs brushed her lower lip, but he did not break the skin.
“Thank you,” she whispered. His bite would send her into ecstasy. That was not what she wanted at this moment in her life. It was important
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