Dead Man's Curves (BBW Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance) [KOBO ED] Read Online Free Page B

disintegrating clothes, pulling and tugging. They came away easily, revealing smooth, cold skin to her touch.
    She'd expected the sensation to jar her, jerk her out of the easy, dizzy dream his mouth inspired in her— vampire saliva must have some sort of narcotic effect, Chloe-the-librarian suggested from far away—but instead it heightened her curiosity. He didn't feel dead at all, as she had distantly feared. Instead he almost hummed with energy. The coldness of his skin suggested something alien and out of the ordinary, something not-quite-human rather than a reanimated corpse. Intrigued, Chloe dreamily let her hands explore his body as his tongue stroked the inside of her mouth in a sweet, insistent rhythm.
    Strong arms, hard biceps, broad shoulders. Firm, quivering muscles beneath his smooth, chilly skin. Her fingers wandered to his back, discovering the gentle undulations of his personal geography, and when she flattened her palms against him she realized she had pulled him even closer. Her breasts collided with his chest, and the contrast of his cool, hard planes against her soft, heated curves stole her breath away. She made an appreciative sound in her throat. She could have spent hours just discovering the secrets of his body with her fingertips, and it wasn't entirely due to the drugging effect of his kiss.
    He made a soft, urgent noise in response. She barely heard it, but she felt it echo in her mouth. Drugged and lazy, she couldn't quite understand what it was he wanted from her, and as he pressed harder and harder against her she struggled to comprehend what he sought.
    Abruptly he broke their kiss—up until now languid and unhurried despite its soft urgency—and his fingers in her hair crooked and dug into her scalp. His blunt nails ran down the curve of her skull, dragging shivers in their wake. Her whole body responded, shuddering in anticipation, dread, and remembered pleasure as his mouth found her throat.
    He didn't bite her. Instead, he opened his mouth wide and dragged the tips of his fangs against her skin. Lightly they scraped over her throat, gentle enough not to draw blood, but hard enough to promise it. His hands on her shoulders grew insistent, strong, delving and smoothing over her curves, the soft flesh she had grown to hate, but the drug of his kiss made her concerns far away. Irrelevant.
    He slid his palms over the lush mounds of her hips, then slipped them beneath her and lifted her from her seat.
    Chloe wasn't so drugged that this seemed like a good idea. A tiny flutter of panic flared up—the quarters in this car were too cramped. What if he forgot his strength and broke her as he scooped her towards him?
    She needn't have worried. Even vampires sometimes take the path of least resistance.
    The seat behind her bent as he reached over and pushed against it. It curved into a backwards arch, the metal frame inside the foam groaning in protest, and if she'd had more blood in her brain Chloe might have protested right along with it.
    But his other hand dug into the soft mound of her buttocks, long fingers curling and probing the soft folds hidden between her legs.
    Chloe moaned, her wrecked car forgotten. She spread out into the new space he had made, turning to face him fully, her legs opening for him. Desperately she tugged on him, urging him closer, and she heard him laugh.
    “That's more like it,” the vampire said. His voice rumbled against her drug-addled ears, velvety and dark, a sensation almost too intense to endure, and she writhed at the sound. His hands returned to her body, running up and down her legs, the cold of his skin slicing through her thin tights and stealing the thundering heat of her blood in her veins.
    He hovered over her, kneeling in his seat between her parted legs, looking for all the world like a cobra about to strike. He was almost completely nude now, and the lights of the parking lot fell on the hard planes of his body, outlining him in harsh highlights