A Night in the Vampire's Embrace (Paranormal BDSM) Read Online Free Page B

sucked the blood from my carotid artery. Drop bit drop, swallow by swallow, he fed on me. Worse, he made me enjoy every second.
    When he pulled back, his mouth wasn’t covered in smeared blood. He didn’t look like a monster. If anything, his features came alive. His eyes blazed and his skin nearly bloomed with the heat, passion, and blood now darting through his body.
    “Would you like me to feed you?”
    “No,” I said.
    “I’ll be nice then,” he said. “Don’t move.”
    His words held me in place even as his fingers withdrew. I tried not to moan, though I couldn’t quite tell if I succeeded. I couldn’t be sure of how much he took either. It could have been a few drops. It could have been whole quarts. Dizziness swirled around me for a moment, but those feelings might have come from his erotic advances just as easily as blood loss. Damn him. As much as I wanted to hate this vampire, he had me enthralled.
    And when he lowered himself down the length of my torso, tracing kisses all along the way, I couldn’t help but stay in place, paralyzed by the mixture of dread and desire. He kissed my areolas, my sternum, my belly button, all the way down to my pubis.
    “I’m going to bite you again.”
    “Please, please don’t,” I said, my plea little more than a breath of air.
    “You don’t mean that,” he said, the skin around his eyes crinkled with bemused entertainment. And as much as I hated to think it to myself, I didn’t. I wanted this to last, no matter the cost. This man was too powerful, too perfect. He had me and we both knew it, even if I couldn’t admit it aloud.
    After all, I could have kicked or fought. I could have forced him to chain me back to the wall. He bound me to the bed with nothing more than my own yearning for this to happen.
    Raymond moved down the length of my body. He moved with a snake’s grace, every movement fluid and precise at the same time. He curled up around my knees, then straightened his back to gaze down at me again. I swallowed, frightened as he barred his fangs. The sight of those white tips held me transfixed. He had already fed once. He would do it again.
    He lowered himself back down, only this time he nudged my legs farther apart to give him access to my inner thighs. He found my femoral artery and punctured it twice. His fangs came down and pierced two small, neat punctures in my skin. I arched my back and fell back into the gentle sheets’ embrace. As my blood flowed, he licked and drank. I could feel the heat pass from my body and into his mouth. I wanted it to repulse me. I wanted to feel disgusted or at least disturbed.
    No, I savored every second of this. I arched my back and spread my legs apart even more to give him the best access possible.
    But he didn’t stop there.
    Raymond finished feeding. He moved forward to my slit and his tongue darted out. For an instant, my brain didn’t know how to process that. It was as if, on some level, I didn’t believe he would offer me that sort of ecstasy.
    My nerve endings made it clear he would and he did.
    His tongue explored me. He licked me and teased me, kissing me in my most vulnerable spot. I closed my eyes, bit down on my lower lip, and enjoyed every delicious pulsation and movement. It seemed like I might burst into flames. The heat and roiling desires overcame me, rushing down and through me.
    The first orgasm made me scrunch my eyes shut as I gasped. The second made me cry out and moan. The third forced a scream from my already frenzied lungs. On and on it went until he pulled back and grinned up at me.
    In that position, he should have appeared submissive or weak. Instead, he looked like a jolly trickster or maybe a little boy who knew he just got away with something important. Either way, I couldn’t quite think straight.
    He moved back and got down beside me. I expected some taunt or mockery about how weak I had been. I kept thinking those same admonishments. Someone else would have been stronger than