Yvette's Haven
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But her seductive tongue continued its teasing and only slowly dipped between the seam of his lips. When her taste filled his mouth, he inhaled deeply, taking in her enticing flavors. They hit a nerve inside him, telling his body to prepare for the inevitable. His heart pumped more blood into his cock, bringing his impatient friend near to bursting.
But it seemed Yvette wasn’t done with her tender explorations and pressed herself closer to him, angling her head for deeper penetration now. Her body was warm, hot even, and at every spot her body connected with his, passion started its low boil, its slow ascent toward a peak still far in the distance.
Unable to contend himself with the slow build, he turned with her in his arms and pressed her against the door, pinning her. The door moaned its protest, but Haven barely heard it. With single-minded determination, he forged his tongue into her mouth and hijacked the kiss. So much for asking her to kiss him. He wouldn’t make that mistake again until they truly had time for this. At present, they didn’t. Because he hadn’t forgotten where they were. At any time, the witch could intrude, and he needed to get inside Yvette and still his hunger for her before that happened.
Yvette responded instantly to his passionate kiss, stroking her tongue against his, showing him she wouldn’t be outdone. Now she was talking. He groaned his approval and lifted his head for a second. “There you go, baby.”
An instant later, his lips went back to devour her, his tongue diving deep into her, tasting her, exploring her, at the same time as his hips ground against her. His cock directed his rhythm as it slid against her soft center, moving himself up and down. When her hand slipped to the waistband of his pants, he let out a ragged breath and ripped his mouth from hers.
“Take me out, Yvette.”
Her hand went to his button, easing it open, before she went for his zipper.
“You can come out now,” Wesley’s voice came through the door.
Shit!
He couldn’t go out there right now—because Yvette had just taken his cock out of its confinement, her palm resting around him as she too had her head turned toward Wesley’s voice.
“Give us a few minutes.” He sure hoped his brother would go away and leave him alone.
Haven listened. There was no reply to his request. Good. Then he looked back at Yvette who gave him a questioning look, before she dropped her gaze down to where she was still holding his cock.
A moment later, she stroked him in her fist. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the intense pleasure. “Fuck, baby!” he moaned under his breath.
His hands hiked up her dress which had already ridden up. Now it bunched at her hips, revealing her black g-string. Pushing the fabric aside with one hand, he slipped a finger along her folds, following its path downwards. Her curls were damp, but it was nothing compared to the dew her pussy was drenched in.
Without any resistance, his finger slipped between her folds and drove into her warm slit. Yvette’s head dropped back against the door as she let out a breath.
“That’s right, baby. That’s where I want my cock. Right now. Spread your legs for me.” Looking at him from under her lowered lashes, she widened her stance.
Haven pulled his finger out and gripped her hips, lifting her up so her legs spread around his hips, using the door at her back as leverage. Then it hit him.
“Shit, I’ve got no condom.”
She shook her head. “Vampires don’t carry disease.”
He’d figured as much, but it wasn’t what he was worried about. “What about birth control?” The last thing he wanted was to have a child, another person to worry about like he’d worried about his sister. He didn’t think he could go through this again. No, it would be better if he never had children who he would be afraid of losing.
When he looked into her eyes, he saw a strange glint there, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. “You okay?”
“You won’t have to worry about a pregnancy.”
Haven liked a woman who took precautions. He dipped his head to her collarbone and nibbled along her skin. God, she smelled good. Good enough to eat. Later, when they had more time, he would learn her entire body with his lips, explore her, taste her, but right now, he needed something else. “Guide me inside.”
Using one hand, she pushed her g-string to the side, then positioned his cock at her entrance. The moment she let go and wrapped her arms and legs around him, he plunged inside, the impact of it slamming them both against the door. The rattling of the door’s hinges echoed in the small room.
“What are you doing in there?” Wesley’s voice penetrated, this time accompanied by a hard knock on the door.
But it seemed Yvette wasn’t done with her tender explorations and pressed herself closer to him, angling her head for deeper penetration now. Her body was warm, hot even, and at every spot her body connected with his, passion started its low boil, its slow ascent toward a peak still far in the distance.
Unable to contend himself with the slow build, he turned with her in his arms and pressed her against the door, pinning her. The door moaned its protest, but Haven barely heard it. With single-minded determination, he forged his tongue into her mouth and hijacked the kiss. So much for asking her to kiss him. He wouldn’t make that mistake again until they truly had time for this. At present, they didn’t. Because he hadn’t forgotten where they were. At any time, the witch could intrude, and he needed to get inside Yvette and still his hunger for her before that happened.
Yvette responded instantly to his passionate kiss, stroking her tongue against his, showing him she wouldn’t be outdone. Now she was talking. He groaned his approval and lifted his head for a second. “There you go, baby.”
An instant later, his lips went back to devour her, his tongue diving deep into her, tasting her, exploring her, at the same time as his hips ground against her. His cock directed his rhythm as it slid against her soft center, moving himself up and down. When her hand slipped to the waistband of his pants, he let out a ragged breath and ripped his mouth from hers.
“Take me out, Yvette.”
Her hand went to his button, easing it open, before she went for his zipper.
“You can come out now,” Wesley’s voice came through the door.
Shit!
He couldn’t go out there right now—because Yvette had just taken his cock out of its confinement, her palm resting around him as she too had her head turned toward Wesley’s voice.
“Give us a few minutes.” He sure hoped his brother would go away and leave him alone.
Haven listened. There was no reply to his request. Good. Then he looked back at Yvette who gave him a questioning look, before she dropped her gaze down to where she was still holding his cock.
A moment later, she stroked him in her fist. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the intense pleasure. “Fuck, baby!” he moaned under his breath.
His hands hiked up her dress which had already ridden up. Now it bunched at her hips, revealing her black g-string. Pushing the fabric aside with one hand, he slipped a finger along her folds, following its path downwards. Her curls were damp, but it was nothing compared to the dew her pussy was drenched in.
Without any resistance, his finger slipped between her folds and drove into her warm slit. Yvette’s head dropped back against the door as she let out a breath.
“That’s right, baby. That’s where I want my cock. Right now. Spread your legs for me.” Looking at him from under her lowered lashes, she widened her stance.
Haven pulled his finger out and gripped her hips, lifting her up so her legs spread around his hips, using the door at her back as leverage. Then it hit him.
“Shit, I’ve got no condom.”
She shook her head. “Vampires don’t carry disease.”
He’d figured as much, but it wasn’t what he was worried about. “What about birth control?” The last thing he wanted was to have a child, another person to worry about like he’d worried about his sister. He didn’t think he could go through this again. No, it would be better if he never had children who he would be afraid of losing.
When he looked into her eyes, he saw a strange glint there, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. “You okay?”
“You won’t have to worry about a pregnancy.”
Haven liked a woman who took precautions. He dipped his head to her collarbone and nibbled along her skin. God, she smelled good. Good enough to eat. Later, when they had more time, he would learn her entire body with his lips, explore her, taste her, but right now, he needed something else. “Guide me inside.”
Using one hand, she pushed her g-string to the side, then positioned his cock at her entrance. The moment she let go and wrapped her arms and legs around him, he plunged inside, the impact of it slamming them both against the door. The rattling of the door’s hinges echoed in the small room.
“What are you doing in there?” Wesley’s voice penetrated, this time accompanied by a hard knock on the door.
