The Vampire & the Reporter by Nia K. Foxx
Authors: Nia K. Foxx
Tags: Fiction, Erótica, Romance, Paranormal, vampire, Interracial, African American, bwwm, multcultural
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more of him.
Dumitri seemed to bask in her eager r esponse, holding her tighter in his arms.
Kyra felt a brief floating sensation before realizi ng he had transported them to the windowless room from earlier.
He pulled away slightly. “Are you ready, meu ducliri ?”
“No,” she admitted, feeling the instant stiffening in his body. “But I want you, want to be at your side from now till eternity.”
If he wer e of the Werekind, Dumitri was certain he would be howling his joy now for all to hear. Instead, he busied himself with manually peeling the leather off his mate’s lush curves. How beautiful she was, he thought, as the zipper at the back gave way to expose her ass.
“You are perfection. Never have I seen a woma n as lovely as you.” He nuzzled her neck with his seeking mouth, nipping the skin lightly. The one-piece material slid surprisingly easily from her body. Underneath she wore leather thong-like panties that served only one purpose, to arouse. He sucked in a quick breath at the impact of seeing her as he’d envisioned for so many months. Finally, she would be his.
She kicked away the smooth material of the cat suit, enjoying the way Dumitri’s eyes lingered on her firm body as she wiggled out of the thong panties.
His enormous arousal was evident in the legging-style pants he wore, leaving nothing to the imagination. Eager to see all of him, she tore at the buttons of his filmy loose-fitting shirt. In her haste, several of the round obj ects dislodged and flew helter skelter around the room.
Her e yes feasted on his muscular torso, she spared him one last glance before pressing butterfly kisses against h is chest with deliberate slowness . Dumitri at her initiative. Just getting started, she switched her attention to a turgid nipple. His sharp intake of breath and the feel of his masculine hands tangled in her hair was all the encouragement she needed. She flicked the nipple with her tongue several times before switching to its neglected brethren.
With one finger under her chin, Dumitri dislodged her mouth, causing her to look up at him with questioning eyes.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.
Kyra complied without reluctance, pressing her bare breasts against his hair- roughened skin.
“Dear God, I need you,” he muttered into her neck, inhaling her heady scent. She smelled of fresh jasmine. He’d never known a person could be so sweet.
With long st rides he had them at his bed. She tilted her head giving him better access to her throat. Dumitri resisted the temptation to drink from her exposed flesh, to take her sweet lifesblood into his body.
He lifted her further until her breasts were level with his eager mouth. Kyra threw her head back with the pleasure of his lip’s first contact, b urying her fingers in his thick mane .
“Oh… yes.” She sighed as he swirled his tongue around one erect nipple, switching to pay equal reverence to the other until she fisted her hands in his hair. He pulled away, easing her down his body to give her another of his impassioned kisses before allowing her to slide the remainder of the way to the satin sheets. His pants dissolved away, permitting his engorged cock free rein. On her knees, she touched him tentatively with curious fingers. When he didn’t make a move to halt her perusal, she wrapped her fingers around his thick flesh.
“ Meu ducliri .” He moaned.
Kyra smiled mischievously at his heated response. She dropped down to lay on her stomach, catching Dumitri completely off guard.
“You don’t have to do that,” he croaked, just as her tongue darted out to taste the salty tip of his cock.
“But I want to.” She peered up at him with hooded eyes.
He crooned as she slowly took him in, inch by inch. He was lost in the total sensation of having her mouth stroke him, watching as
Dumitri seemed to bask in her eager r esponse, holding her tighter in his arms.
Kyra felt a brief floating sensation before realizi ng he had transported them to the windowless room from earlier.
He pulled away slightly. “Are you ready, meu ducliri ?”
“No,” she admitted, feeling the instant stiffening in his body. “But I want you, want to be at your side from now till eternity.”
If he wer e of the Werekind, Dumitri was certain he would be howling his joy now for all to hear. Instead, he busied himself with manually peeling the leather off his mate’s lush curves. How beautiful she was, he thought, as the zipper at the back gave way to expose her ass.
“You are perfection. Never have I seen a woma n as lovely as you.” He nuzzled her neck with his seeking mouth, nipping the skin lightly. The one-piece material slid surprisingly easily from her body. Underneath she wore leather thong-like panties that served only one purpose, to arouse. He sucked in a quick breath at the impact of seeing her as he’d envisioned for so many months. Finally, she would be his.
She kicked away the smooth material of the cat suit, enjoying the way Dumitri’s eyes lingered on her firm body as she wiggled out of the thong panties.
His enormous arousal was evident in the legging-style pants he wore, leaving nothing to the imagination. Eager to see all of him, she tore at the buttons of his filmy loose-fitting shirt. In her haste, several of the round obj ects dislodged and flew helter skelter around the room.
Her e yes feasted on his muscular torso, she spared him one last glance before pressing butterfly kisses against h is chest with deliberate slowness . Dumitri at her initiative. Just getting started, she switched her attention to a turgid nipple. His sharp intake of breath and the feel of his masculine hands tangled in her hair was all the encouragement she needed. She flicked the nipple with her tongue several times before switching to its neglected brethren.
With one finger under her chin, Dumitri dislodged her mouth, causing her to look up at him with questioning eyes.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.
Kyra complied without reluctance, pressing her bare breasts against his hair- roughened skin.
“Dear God, I need you,” he muttered into her neck, inhaling her heady scent. She smelled of fresh jasmine. He’d never known a person could be so sweet.
With long st rides he had them at his bed. She tilted her head giving him better access to her throat. Dumitri resisted the temptation to drink from her exposed flesh, to take her sweet lifesblood into his body.
He lifted her further until her breasts were level with his eager mouth. Kyra threw her head back with the pleasure of his lip’s first contact, b urying her fingers in his thick mane .
“Oh… yes.” She sighed as he swirled his tongue around one erect nipple, switching to pay equal reverence to the other until she fisted her hands in his hair. He pulled away, easing her down his body to give her another of his impassioned kisses before allowing her to slide the remainder of the way to the satin sheets. His pants dissolved away, permitting his engorged cock free rein. On her knees, she touched him tentatively with curious fingers. When he didn’t make a move to halt her perusal, she wrapped her fingers around his thick flesh.
“ Meu ducliri .” He moaned.
Kyra smiled mischievously at his heated response. She dropped down to lay on her stomach, catching Dumitri completely off guard.
“You don’t have to do that,” he croaked, just as her tongue darted out to taste the salty tip of his cock.
“But I want to.” She peered up at him with hooded eyes.
He crooned as she slowly took him in, inch by inch. He was lost in the total sensation of having her mouth stroke him, watching as
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