Taming the Vampire: A Paranormal Romance Novella by Chloe Hart

that silky skin, spreading her open. He blew cool air
against her and felt her whole body shake.
    He needed to taste the deep places. He
settled himself in for a slow assault, his tongue tracing every
inch of her honeyed folds. Liz’s muscles spasmed and her legs
started to close in, pressing against his shoulders. He grabbed her
thighs and spread her wide again.
    He thrust his tongue deep inside her, the
heat and flavor so intense he had to fight to keep his demon down.
Liz was close now, her clit swollen and throbbing, and he flicked
his tongue across that nub of flesh again and again, feeling the
tremors taking his girl to the place he wanted her to be. When she
finally fell apart she screamed, and Jack almost fell apart
himself.
    He felt her drift slowly back to earth and he
made it as sweet for her as he could, licking her softly, his
tongue as delicate as a cat’s, before levering himself up to cover
her body with his own, absorbing the final waves of pleasure as he
kissed the sheen of sweat from her shoulders, her neck, her
face.
    He lifted himself up on his elbows, and her
eyes fluttered open.
    “Tell me who you belong to,” he said, knowing
it was foolish, pathetic even, but wanting to pretend she was his
for as long as she’d let him.
    “You,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed and
her eyes dilated. Maybe he’d had to drug her with lust first, but
it was sweet to hear her say it.
    “Tell me what you need.”
    “You! Need you inside—please, Jack—”
    And because he couldn’t wait another second
he slid in, to the hilt, and she was so hot and tight and wet stars
burst behind his eyelids.
    Liz had been sure a split second ago that
nothing could feel as good as Jack’s tongue. Ten minutes before
that she would have sworn nothing could feel as good as Jack’s
fingers.
    Now she knew she’d been wrong. Twice.
    He was filling her, stretching her, touching
places no one else had ever reached. She opened her eyes, and saw
him staring down at her as if she were the only woman he’d ever
wanted. His neck muscles were corded, his jaw tight.
    “Liz,” he said. His thrusts inside her were
hard and deep and possessive, each one sending a shock through her
over-loaded system.
    “Liz,” he said again. “God, you’re so
beautiful.”
    Something inside her began to crescendo, and
she could hardly believe it. “I can’t come again,” she gasped.
    He lowered his forehead to touch hers, and
she thought he was smiling. “Yes, you can,” he told her. “I’ll come
with you, this time.”
    His words sent her over the edge. Her muscles
spasmed, tightening around his cock, and she felt his whole body
jerk as he slammed into her one more time, calling out her
name.
    A flash of light, a sound like thunder. Her
body was hotter than fire and colder than ice.
    “Jack!” she shouted, confused by the light,
the noise, the riot of sensation that had replaced the sweetness
she’d been feeling just a moment before.
    She reached out blindly, but Jack was gone,
his body no longer covering hers.
    “Jack!” she cried out again, feeling for him,
and found him lying beside her. Her vision cleared, and he was
there, on his side, his face contorted with pain.
    She rose up on her knees, frantic.
“Jack—what’s happening to you?”
    The spell was hurting him, maybe killing him.
She slid an arm under his shoulders, and suddenly she was holding
him against her chest, cradled in her arms.
    He didn’t weigh anything.
    She carried him out of the bedroom, into the
living room, intending to end the spell by stamping out the burning
herbs.
    “Liz—I’m all right,” Jack panted. She looked
at him and the pain was gone from his face. She set him on his feet
and he stared at her.
    “My God,” he said.
    Liz looked down at herself and saw that she
was glowing, tiny motes of light clinging to her skin in a nimbus
of radiance.
    “I always knew we’d be good together,” he
said, and Liz looked up at him. He was smiling, but he