Amaury's Hellion
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Her hand had a mind of its own as it suddenly reached for him, finding his swollen shaft hidden behind the fabric of his pants. She felt how hard he was for her. Before she could enjoy the heat under her palm, he gripped her hand and pulled it away.
“No touching. Tonight, I get to touch you, not the other way around.”
Nina looked into his eyes and was drawn into the blue of them, their depth, their beauty. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him, touch him, feel him inside her.
“Kiss me.”
He shook his head and went back to his task of touching her. His thumb stroked over her center of pleasure, first very lightly, almost as if by accident. But she knew nothing he did was an accident. While his lips kissed alongside her neck, a neck she offered him without fear he would bite, his finger slipped into her tight sheath. Slowly and steadily he drove deep, then withdrew. Every time he plunged deeper she tried to hold onto his finger by tightening her muscles, but every time he withdrew, leaving her wanting.
“More.” She didn’t care that she begged. She was beyond foolish pride.
“So you like that?” His voice hummed against the dent at the base of her neck. “Tell me what you want.”
She moistened her dry lips. Finally he’d give her what she needed. “More.”
“More of what?” Amaury withdrew his finger completely.
“Please. More. More fingers. Deeper.” She was unable to form a coherent sentence. All she could think of was the pleasure he gave her with his touch.
“Like this?” He drove two fingers into her channel.
Nina bucked against him. “Oh, yes!” Her muscles pulsated around him as she tried to stop him from withdrawing. But she couldn’t prevent him from his intent to leave her bereft.
“How about your clit? Do you want me to touch it?” His hand hovered and she tilted her pelvis toward him. But he pulled back. “You have to ask for it.”
“Amaury, please, touch me.” She would say anything to have his touch back, to have him finish what he’d started.
He didn’t make it easy. “Where?”
“Touch my clit.” Her breath was ragged, her voice low.
A second later, Nina felt his thumb stroke her where she needed it most. She leaned her head against his shoulder, breathing in his male scent. She needed this man, this vampire. There was no reason to deny it. He awoke everything female in her. When she was near him she felt like a bitch in heat. She was disgusted with herself for her weakness, but she couldn’t fight against it any longer.
Amaury knew exactly how to touch her, how to create all those delicious sensations in her body that rendered her nearly delirious with pleasure. Without a doubt she wanted him, couldn’t wait to feel his strong body claim her, brand her. And she knew it was how it would be: a fierce claiming, a powerful possession. Because he had the power over her body to make her surrender to him.
And surrender she would, not caring what he would do once she did, as long as his body was there to soothe her need, to fill that gaping void, to quell her thirst for more.
“Make love to me,” she heard her own voice beg.
***
Amaury heard the words he’d waited for and released her from his embrace. Reluctant, for sure, but nevertheless determined to execute his plan. She had left him aroused and wanting the night before. Now he would return the favor. It was the only way to pay her back.
His cock protested vehemently as he pulled back, but for once he wouldn’t listen to his dick. She was ripe for the taking, begging him, but he wouldn’t, as much as it pained him.
“Good night, Nina.”
He turned and stalked toward the door, anxious to leave quickly so he wouldn’t lose his resolve.
“You can’t leave now!” There was a twinge of desperation in her voice. Had he also sounded like that the night before?
“Watch me.” Amaury stepped through the door and shut it behind him. He heard Nina’s voice calling for him as he walked through the dark corridor, but he didn’t turn back.
When he walked into the cool night air, he braced himself for a moment. God, he wanted that woman. He’d tasted her arousal and her blood, and both were the sweetest tastes he’d ever had. He could lose himself in her.
At first it had seemed like a good plan to do to her what she’d done to him: arouse her and then leave her unsatisfied. But touching her this intimately, tasting her arousal, and feeling her response to him, had gotten him more randy than a sailor after a twelve-month tour on board a ship. And half as refined. The way he felt right now, he’d do her in the street in full view of the entire city and not give a rat’s ass about exposure. Or common decency.
“No touching. Tonight, I get to touch you, not the other way around.”
Nina looked into his eyes and was drawn into the blue of them, their depth, their beauty. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him, touch him, feel him inside her.
“Kiss me.”
He shook his head and went back to his task of touching her. His thumb stroked over her center of pleasure, first very lightly, almost as if by accident. But she knew nothing he did was an accident. While his lips kissed alongside her neck, a neck she offered him without fear he would bite, his finger slipped into her tight sheath. Slowly and steadily he drove deep, then withdrew. Every time he plunged deeper she tried to hold onto his finger by tightening her muscles, but every time he withdrew, leaving her wanting.
“More.” She didn’t care that she begged. She was beyond foolish pride.
“So you like that?” His voice hummed against the dent at the base of her neck. “Tell me what you want.”
She moistened her dry lips. Finally he’d give her what she needed. “More.”
“More of what?” Amaury withdrew his finger completely.
“Please. More. More fingers. Deeper.” She was unable to form a coherent sentence. All she could think of was the pleasure he gave her with his touch.
“Like this?” He drove two fingers into her channel.
Nina bucked against him. “Oh, yes!” Her muscles pulsated around him as she tried to stop him from withdrawing. But she couldn’t prevent him from his intent to leave her bereft.
“How about your clit? Do you want me to touch it?” His hand hovered and she tilted her pelvis toward him. But he pulled back. “You have to ask for it.”
“Amaury, please, touch me.” She would say anything to have his touch back, to have him finish what he’d started.
He didn’t make it easy. “Where?”
“Touch my clit.” Her breath was ragged, her voice low.
A second later, Nina felt his thumb stroke her where she needed it most. She leaned her head against his shoulder, breathing in his male scent. She needed this man, this vampire. There was no reason to deny it. He awoke everything female in her. When she was near him she felt like a bitch in heat. She was disgusted with herself for her weakness, but she couldn’t fight against it any longer.
Amaury knew exactly how to touch her, how to create all those delicious sensations in her body that rendered her nearly delirious with pleasure. Without a doubt she wanted him, couldn’t wait to feel his strong body claim her, brand her. And she knew it was how it would be: a fierce claiming, a powerful possession. Because he had the power over her body to make her surrender to him.
And surrender she would, not caring what he would do once she did, as long as his body was there to soothe her need, to fill that gaping void, to quell her thirst for more.
“Make love to me,” she heard her own voice beg.
***
Amaury heard the words he’d waited for and released her from his embrace. Reluctant, for sure, but nevertheless determined to execute his plan. She had left him aroused and wanting the night before. Now he would return the favor. It was the only way to pay her back.
His cock protested vehemently as he pulled back, but for once he wouldn’t listen to his dick. She was ripe for the taking, begging him, but he wouldn’t, as much as it pained him.
“Good night, Nina.”
He turned and stalked toward the door, anxious to leave quickly so he wouldn’t lose his resolve.
“You can’t leave now!” There was a twinge of desperation in her voice. Had he also sounded like that the night before?
“Watch me.” Amaury stepped through the door and shut it behind him. He heard Nina’s voice calling for him as he walked through the dark corridor, but he didn’t turn back.
When he walked into the cool night air, he braced himself for a moment. God, he wanted that woman. He’d tasted her arousal and her blood, and both were the sweetest tastes he’d ever had. He could lose himself in her.
At first it had seemed like a good plan to do to her what she’d done to him: arouse her and then leave her unsatisfied. But touching her this intimately, tasting her arousal, and feeling her response to him, had gotten him more randy than a sailor after a twelve-month tour on board a ship. And half as refined. The way he felt right now, he’d do her in the street in full view of the entire city and not give a rat’s ass about exposure. Or common decency.
