to be completely aware of this initiation.
He poised himself over her. Then he was inside her, filling her, hard, made of heat. She surrounded him, soft and yielding. Every sensation in her body and soul focused on this spot. The feeling was so surprising her hips jerked upward.
Julien’s phallus drove all the way inside her. She shouted.
“I’m sorry!”
“Do that—more!” Instinct drove her to want so much more.
He drew back, filled her again. Again. So careful. He shook like a leaf. She felt how his every muscle strained with the effort to control his own need.
Grace pulled his head down, and bit his ear.
Which put paid to Julien’s control.
Grace held on and rode the waves of pleasure pain pleasure rolling through her as flesh joined to flesh. It was Julien who bit her just before his seed spilled into her so that they shared the moment of shattering orgasm.
He collapsed on top of her, a sweaty mass of limp muscle. Satiation and satisfaction practically glowed around him. She knew just how he felt. Grace touched his shoulder with her tongue, a long, slow lick tangy with salt. The scent of sex was sharp in the air. She was—exhausted in the best way. With her eyes closed she let out a long, slow sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
“You’re smiling, copper girl.”
She hadn’t noticed when Julien rolled off her. She might have fallen asleep for a moment. He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow. He traced a finger between her breasts.
“You are a most unconventional young mortal. Which is a compliment.”
“I didn’t think it wasn’t.” She rolled to face him. Their bodies fitted nicely together. “Are you a conventional vampire?”
“I suppose I am.”
He got up. She turned on her back and reveled in small residual rippling shocks of pleasure that accompanied the ache between her thighs. Julien returned to the bed in a few moments. This time he was the one carrying the water basin and toweling.
He sat down near the foot of the bed, putting the basin on the mattress.
“If that spills you’ll have to call a maid to clean it up, which would probably be me, but I am quite comfortable where I am,” she said.
“Let’s have a look,” he said.
When she didn’t immediately open her legs he tickled the bottom of her feet. She giggled. “Fiend!”
“If you lie down with vampires, my dear, expect fiendish things to happen.”
He ran his hands up her legs, and she let him have a look at her most private places, where he had already spent time anyway. He wiped her clean with a moistened cloth. The cool water was soothing.
“There’s a bit of bruising, I’m sorry to say,” he told her.
“My own fault for biting your ear.” She blushed as she looked him in the eyes, and her stomach fluttered with the beginnings of fresh desire. “Oh, dear. I think I need to do it again.”
Julien’s smile was mischievous, and full of promise. He stroked the insides of her thighs. “I am happy to oblige, my lady. But first.” He lifted his right hand to his lips. There was a glint of fang, then a dark drop of blood on his thumb. He held his hand out to her. “This will help your discomfort pass quicker.”
Grace was stunned. There were legends about vampire blood. Tales about how tasting the blood of a vampire made you their slave. But—she didn’t believe it. Not of Julien. He was offering her a taste. Her choice. No force involved.
The blood glowed like a ruby on his pale skin. His gift to her.
With her gaze holding his, Grace leaned forward and touched her tongue to the spot of blood.
She exploded, body, mind, and soul. Everything became a glorious swirl of color and fire inside her being as well as through her blood and bones. And Julien was there with her. Blending with her—
She had known pleasure before, but nothing so intense as this. Julien was holding her when she came back to herself. She knew he was as replete, and as exhausted as she was. She vaguely
He poised himself over her. Then he was inside her, filling her, hard, made of heat. She surrounded him, soft and yielding. Every sensation in her body and soul focused on this spot. The feeling was so surprising her hips jerked upward.
Julien’s phallus drove all the way inside her. She shouted.
“I’m sorry!”
“Do that—more!” Instinct drove her to want so much more.
He drew back, filled her again. Again. So careful. He shook like a leaf. She felt how his every muscle strained with the effort to control his own need.
Grace pulled his head down, and bit his ear.
Which put paid to Julien’s control.
Grace held on and rode the waves of pleasure pain pleasure rolling through her as flesh joined to flesh. It was Julien who bit her just before his seed spilled into her so that they shared the moment of shattering orgasm.
He collapsed on top of her, a sweaty mass of limp muscle. Satiation and satisfaction practically glowed around him. She knew just how he felt. Grace touched his shoulder with her tongue, a long, slow lick tangy with salt. The scent of sex was sharp in the air. She was—exhausted in the best way. With her eyes closed she let out a long, slow sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
“You’re smiling, copper girl.”
She hadn’t noticed when Julien rolled off her. She might have fallen asleep for a moment. He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow. He traced a finger between her breasts.
“You are a most unconventional young mortal. Which is a compliment.”
“I didn’t think it wasn’t.” She rolled to face him. Their bodies fitted nicely together. “Are you a conventional vampire?”
“I suppose I am.”
He got up. She turned on her back and reveled in small residual rippling shocks of pleasure that accompanied the ache between her thighs. Julien returned to the bed in a few moments. This time he was the one carrying the water basin and toweling.
He sat down near the foot of the bed, putting the basin on the mattress.
“If that spills you’ll have to call a maid to clean it up, which would probably be me, but I am quite comfortable where I am,” she said.
“Let’s have a look,” he said.
When she didn’t immediately open her legs he tickled the bottom of her feet. She giggled. “Fiend!”
“If you lie down with vampires, my dear, expect fiendish things to happen.”
He ran his hands up her legs, and she let him have a look at her most private places, where he had already spent time anyway. He wiped her clean with a moistened cloth. The cool water was soothing.
“There’s a bit of bruising, I’m sorry to say,” he told her.
“My own fault for biting your ear.” She blushed as she looked him in the eyes, and her stomach fluttered with the beginnings of fresh desire. “Oh, dear. I think I need to do it again.”
Julien’s smile was mischievous, and full of promise. He stroked the insides of her thighs. “I am happy to oblige, my lady. But first.” He lifted his right hand to his lips. There was a glint of fang, then a dark drop of blood on his thumb. He held his hand out to her. “This will help your discomfort pass quicker.”
Grace was stunned. There were legends about vampire blood. Tales about how tasting the blood of a vampire made you their slave. But—she didn’t believe it. Not of Julien. He was offering her a taste. Her choice. No force involved.
The blood glowed like a ruby on his pale skin. His gift to her.
With her gaze holding his, Grace leaned forward and touched her tongue to the spot of blood.
She exploded, body, mind, and soul. Everything became a glorious swirl of color and fire inside her being as well as through her blood and bones. And Julien was there with her. Blending with her—
She had known pleasure before, but nothing so intense as this. Julien was holding her when she came back to herself. She knew he was as replete, and as exhausted as she was. She vaguely
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