Wicked Night by Caris Roane Page B

intended, he was levitating and flying swiftly down what proved to be a long passageway deep into the earth.
    A few moments later, she arrived at his bedroom, one of several rooms in his private suite. The chamber was quite large, and chipped out of stone, the walls irregular and obsidian black, very beautiful and shiny. Candles every few feet lit the room in a soft glow.
    The bed stood against the far wall, supported by four heavy carved wood posts and a thick frame.
    She shivered as he drew the scarlet velvet coverlet back and laid her down on matching silk sheets.
    She thought he would get down to business and stretch out on top of her. Instead, he met and held her gaze as he began to slowly unbutton his black silk shirt, pulling it from his leathers. He let the shirt fall to the floor. He then reached for the button of his pants.
    She let out a soft cry and sat up, her hands reaching for him, for what she had suspected she would be able to see at his waistband. She slid her fingers along the edge and pulled the leather toward her. And there was the crown of him. She leaned over and swirled her tongue just over the tip. She tasted the wonderful salty flavor as he groaned.
    “Oh, Thea,” he murmured, saying her name in the French way which sounded like ‘Tay-uh’. “Please, ma cherie , tell me you have desired me as I have desired you.”
    “Of course I have,” she said, sighing softly. Oh, how she had missed being with a man.
    While she continued to lick the velvety head, she used her fingers to savor the size of him, stroking him through the leather. After his next groan sounded even more throaty, she began to work the zipper down, careful not to hurt him.
    The head emerged fully. She had fantasized about this moment a hundred times over the past two years. She placed her hands on his hips and bent over to take his crown in her mouth. His hips flexed so that he pushed into her.
    She worked the zipper down all the way and he tugged at the sides of his pants. A moment more and her mouth was full of his cock. He began to thrust in and out of her. She sucked as he drew back then swirled her tongue as he pushed back in. She moaned, aching deep and wanting his beautiful hard length inside her, yet not wanting to lose the feel of him in her mouth.
    She wanted the vampire to fill her the way a male could fill a female.
    She squeezed his hips and sucked just a little harder until his body grew still and he hissed. “You must stop, cherie .”
    She understood. Slowly, she released him.
    She slid off the side of the bed, and helped him to get out of his boots then his pants.
    “But this is tres unfair to me, cherie , when I am naked but you are still clothed.” He smiled as he spoke. He had a devastating smile.
    Thea took several steps back and let her gaze drop over his well-muscled, if very pale vampire body. His forearms were corded, his pecs thick, his abs flat and molded. She drew close and flatted her palm against the angled muscles that led down. She glided her fingers slowly over his cock just to savor the feel him.
    “It has been a long time for you, non ?”
    “Yes.” Her voice sounded hoarse.
    “Since your husband died?”
    She nodded. Her fingers drifted up his erect cock. She played with the tip.
    “You have been celibate all this time?”
    She lifted her gaze to meet his clear green eyes. “Yes. I was never promiscuous.”
    “Until now.”
    At that, she smiled. “I’ve wanted you so badly.”
    He touched her curls, his fingers drifting the length all the way to her elbow. She wanted him touching her hair, her skin, every part of her. She had longed for his touch.
    “I have craved you,” he said. “For months now. You took possession of my mind, Thea.”
    He took the bottom of her sweater and as she lifted her arms, the garment flowed up and over her head. He cupped her left breast and bent down to kiss the soft mound above the lace of her bra. He hooked his thumb into the side and tugged down so