Page 101 of The Vampire’s Temptation

Chapter 24

Had she seriously considered letting him go? Just because he’d lied about wanting to kill her?

What a silly thing to get upset about.

Alessandra chuckled to herself, not daring to do so aloud lest it interrupt Kenton’s masterful ministrations.

“Why do your lips feel so damn good?” she murmured, unable to refrain from asking.

“Hmmm” was his answer. It hadn’t really been a rhetorical question, but she was just as happy for him to keep proving her point.

When Kenton reached between them and spread her legs, she gladly assisted him. She was more than ready for him. Had been since the moment they stepped into the room. Breathing in his woodsy scent, she attempted to keep her mind in one place—it tended to flit around from the feel of his lips to the intoxicating smell of him to the very recent memory of what he’d done with his hands. And his mouth.

“Oh God,” she murmured when he poised himself just inside her.

Lifting himself up, Kenton looked down at her, and suddenly, she could no longer wait. She wanted him buried deep, giving her all of him—which she would greedily take.

Urging him on with her gaze did not work. It would seem he was determined to talk first.

“Are you sure about this?”

She knew he wasn’t talking about the sex. If he had been, she would have laughed in his face. Alessandra had never been more sure about anything in her life.

“Yes,” she said, without hesitation.

“Are you scared?”

“No.”

And she wasn’t. Not even a little. Was that strange?

“It won’t hurt,” he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What is it?” That smile . . . he held something back.

“Nothing,” he said. “You’ll see.”

Not waiting for her response, Kenton entered her then, swiftly and completely. She gripped the first thing she could find, a white comforter, modern compared to everything else in this house.

The indelicate hard pumping of sex, without any finesse or other stimulation, had never really appealed to her. It was a prerequisite, of course, and there was nothing wrong with it exactly. But true pleasure came from the small movements, ones she too often had to coach her partners into making.

Unsurprisingly, with Kenton, everything changed. As he moved in and out, Alessandra couldn’t have cared less about climaxing. She willed him to keep going, every thrust a further claim, and one she’d gladly allow him. When he reached back to grab a fistful of her hair, she sucked in a breath of anticipation, expecting him to pull it back.

But he didn’t . . . and then she realized what he was doing. Guiding her head to the side, he exposed the right side of her neck. He was watching her, waiting for her to stop him.

She didn’t.

His movements slowed, but Kenton was still buried deep within her, where he belonged. As he opened his mouth, his fangs appeared from nowhere, just as they had done that first time. Without thinking, she reached up to touch one, Kenton opening his mouth wider to accommodate her.

Without missing a beat, Kenton circled his hips over her just as she felt the sharp tip of a fang beneath her fingertip.

Alessandra waited for the fear to come, but it never did. Reaching behind his neck, she encouraged his head toward her. And just like that, Kenton sank his teeth into her neck, the sensation no more painful than the slight pressure of a fingernail against the skin.

Then it started. A sensation like the first onset of an orgasm. From her neck down to her gut, it was as if her blood had turned to bright purple liquid sent down from the skies.

Holy shit indeed.

She simply couldn’t take it.