Lothaire

She dipped heated licks along his torso, his mortal lapping at him as she might a sweet treat. When she reached his navel, she sifted her nails through the crisp hair descending from it. Already he’d begun rocking his hips, his sac tightening.

“You’ll have to be patient with me while I stumble my way through this.”

Patient? His shaft hadn’t been sucked in eons; Lothaire wouldn’t last through her stumbling.

Without warning, he traced to stand at the foot of the bed. “I’d rather teach you how.”

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Teach me? Ellie thought dumbly as she lay back, marveling up at Lothaire. The sight of him standing in all his naked glory was dulling her wits—and setting her body afire.

Her eyes lovingly took in the muscles tapering from his broad chest down to his narrow hips . . . the rigid hollows in the sides of his rock-hard ass . . . his erection jutting proudly.

“Come to me,” he ordered her. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”

Once she did, he took his shaft in hand, easing it to her mouth. “Lick the tip.”

As she stared at it, she felt her face flush. Part of her disbelieved she was about to do this.

Suckling a vampire’s member.

She swallowed, then leaned forward to tentatively rub her tongue over it. From just that little contact, he groaned—while she grinned in wonder. His skin was so smooth there, so sensitive.

“Again,” he bit out. “And look at me.”

She gazed up, running her tongue along the slit.

Voice strained, he asked, “Did you taste me?”

“The tiniest hint of salt.”

“Precum. This won’t last long.”

“Don’t say that! I’m just getting started.”

Yet another double take from the vampire. When he grabbed her hand, fitting her fingers along his shaft, it pulsated in her palm.

As he guided her to stroke, he hissed, “Your hand . . . so soft on me.” When the bottom of her fist made contact with his testicles, another breath whistled between his gritted teeth.

“Did I hurt you?”

He found that question amusing. “No, you didn’t hurt me. My balls are heavy, laden with seed. They need your touch.” He made her cup them with her other hand.

His stance widened to give her more access as she weighed them in her palm, fascinated.

“Now run your tongue around the head.”

She was spellbound as another drop of moisture beaded there, but she raised her gaze to his when she daubed the tip with her tongue.

All those chiseled muscles in his torso contracted in a breathtaking display. From just my tongue? Exhilaration drummed inside her, wonder. . . .

Arousal.

Which was understandable, considering his addictive scent, his delicious taste, his utterly masculine reactions. “I think I’m gonna like this, Lothaire,” she said, just before she twirled her tongue around the bulbous crown.

“Suck it . . . into your mouth.”

She nodded, then leisurely brought it between her lips. Another groan broke from his chest. His pleasure made her bold, and she drew him deeper, licking as she sucked.

When his head briefly fell back, Ellie realized that she loved this.

With shaking hands, he threaded his fingers through her hair. “How is your first experience?” His accent was thick, his words husky.

She gave a harder suck, then murmured, “I could do this all night.” His poor testicles did look like they ached. She dipped down to give each a lick, grinning as his knees nearly buckled.

“Ah, good girl!”

When she took his shaft into her mouth once more, he held her head in place and began to rock his hips. Then, as if with great effort, he removed his hands, making fists by his sides. “Do you know how . . . difficult it is not to . . . fuck your mouth?”

That was what he needed? Then she needed to make her hand and mouth feel as if he were doing just that. So she pumped her wet fist on his shaft, as her mouth followed in time.

“Yes, that’s it!” A low growl began to rumble from him. He grew even harder in a rush, just as she perceived more of that salty taste.

“Look at me.” He cradled her face. Veins in his muscular arms stood in relief. So much strength—but he held her gently.

As she worked his engorged flesh, she met his gaze; red eyes consumed her.

“I’m about . . . to spend, Lizvetta.” His voice was ragged. “Be my dear . . . take it from me . . . and I’ll reward you, beauty.”

“I will.” Then she set back in, greedy for his release, wanting to feel it, to taste it.

“About to come . . .” Suddenly, he grew motionless. “Right upon your talented tongue!” With a brutal roar, he ejaculated, spurting hard jets against the back of her mouth.

She felt every shudder rippling through his powerful body, felt his shaft pumping between her lips as he bellowed to the ceiling.

Warmth slipped down her throat as he yelled his approval, “Yes, yes, Lizvetta!”

On and on it continued, while his hips jerked helplessly to her mouth.

When he gave a last groan, tugging her off him, she collapsed back on the bed, catching her breath, unable to mask her surprise.

How exciting. How primal. She stretched her arms over her head and smiled—

“You liked that?” he sneered. He was angry with her? “Unexpected Elizabeth . . .”

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Too much. Again the pleasure was unforgettable.

As if Elizabeth was branding his mind with these memories.

Her eager exploration of him . . . the way her pouty lips had sealed around his shaft, her little cheeks hollowing as she’d sucked . . . her smile after she’d wantonly accepted his spend.

She’d told him she would haunt him after she was gone. He narrowed his gaze on her.

She might.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Lothaire pressed one knee to the bed. “Part your thighs.”

“Guess not.”

When she eased her legs open, he began to harden once more, not even surprising him this time. He was insatiable for her.

Which wouldn’t do. I’ll worry about that later.

He cupped her sex—gods almighty, she had liked sucking him and swallowing his seed. She was wet with desire, so ready to be fucked—if not with his cock, then with his fingers.

He sank one inside her, probably the first time she’d ever been touched like this.

She gasped. “Lothaire, that feels so good. . . .”

“Do you ache for me here?”

“I-is that my reward? Are you going to have sex with me?”

Her seeming delight at the prospect aggravated him anew. Too much. He was