fingers digging into her hips, shoving up against
her.
She ripped away his shirt, hands pressing
into his muscular chest, taking his nipples with her fingers as her
sex ground into him. The scent of her arousal was hot in the room.
She moaned against his mouth, pressing closer, her fingers digging
into him in desperation. Garrett had tempted her with his blood,
now he was the one on fire for her.
Chapter Four
Tahlia was on fire. The vampire she had spent
the last five months tracking had defeated her. Not with his fists
or guns or his wily tongue. He had done it with his blood. It
tasted like ambrosia. As she’d fought him, she’d gradually become
aware of the rich smell of his blood as it rose up on his skin
under her fists and nails. It smelled of all the good things she’d
enjoyed as a human. Baking bread. Night-blooming red roses. Sex on
a rainy day. His blood had smelled so good that she had to taste
it. Liquid pleasure. Her heart kicked wildly in her chest.
Why was this happening? The question swam to
the surface of her mind for a moment. But quickly lost its way and
fell once more beneath the onslaught of her desire.
She writhed against him, sucked his tongue,
and rubbed her aching nipples along his chest. Her fingers dug into
his bare skin, fumbled at his zipper. He was hard and throbbing
against her hand through the thin jeans, and then he was bare and
soft in her palms. A silken hardness. Tahlia thumbed him. She
rubbed her finger over the weeping slit, roughly caressing the head
of his manhood.
He moaned into her mouth. “Woman!”
Under the shirt she wore, her body was bare.
Her sex was swollen and dripping for him. She whimpered, wanting
him inside her. Wanting him more than she’d ever wanted anything or
anyone in her life, even blood. She felt his hand at her entrance,
fingers probing her wetness. She moaned as he caressed her
clitoris, dipped a seeking finger inside her. Tahlia’s fingers
tightened at the back of his neck. The other hand tightened around
his cock. She panted in anticipation of his manhood inside her;
pressed to her.
Garrett Grayson growled at her again, grabbed
her. He flipped her over in the bed, until she was the one under
him. He pinned her hands above her head, denying her touch on his
thickly throbbing cock.
“No!” she gasped. “I need you.”
He growled again, reached between their
bodies, aligning his thickness with her slick heat.
“Then you’ll have me!” He thrust into
her.
They both groaned. A long and deep sound that
tumbled in the small room and reverberated over Tahlia’s skin. She
shuddered. He was hard and deep inside her, a throbbing pressure
that made her breath catch, made her sex clutch wetly around
him.
She knew everything about this man. The place
where he slept. The vampire who had turned him. What his human life
had been like before the vampire Grayson had taken him. She knew
that he was a loner and she had been ordered to kill him. But she
never knew another vampire would feel this good between her thighs.
She never knew blood could taste so sweet until she’d felt the hot
spurt of his in her mouth. Tahlia trembled as he took her, and
opened her legs wider. Her sex swam with desire for him.
She shoved her hands in his hair, kissed him
deeply, gripping him tightly to her. “What are you doing to
me?”
“Loving you!” he gasped.
She thrust up to meet his thick manhood as a
vicious heat coursed through her entire body. He plunged into her
again and again, pressing into her clitoris, slamming pleasure into
her. It wasn’t natural, what she felt. It wasn’t. But she was
helpless against it. By the blood, his cock between her legs was
sweet!
Tahlia threw her head back as orgasm lashed
through her. She raked her nails down his back and Garrett howled,
his body bucking between her legs. His cool sperm jetting fiercely
inside her. And he kept moving his hips, nudging her clitoris until
she cried out again, clutched him, wailed as another