VAMPIRE: PARANORMAL: Out For Blood (Vampire Alpha Shapeshifter Romance) (New Adult Paranormal Fantasy Short Stories) Read Online Free
Reginald she craved some excitement.
He stood up and looked at her. She put the pistol on the straw bale. Stood up and slapped his face.
“How dare you?”
“You didn’t shoot me,” he said with a laugh rubbing his cheek.
“You took a risk… I may have done.”
He ran his finger down the side of her head under her top hat, over her ear, down her neck to her shoulder and stopped just above her left breast.
She looked into his dark brown eyes and saw something there that was honest and gentle.
His finger continued down until it ran slowly over her breast and stopped at the nipple.
She took a deep breath as her lips parted.
He leaned forward and kissed her again on the lips.
This time when he broke off she didn’t slap him, she just looked into his eyes wondering if he would go further and if he did, would she stop him?
The clock in the orphanage tower struck eleven.
She soon answered her question.
Deftly with one hand, he unbuttoned the top of her riding jacket, then the next button and then the next until it opened to reveal her white silk shirt.
He gently took the cameo brooch from her cravat and slipped it into her jacket pocket.
Diana stood still, looking into his eyes. She must make a decision, stop now or, what? Would he dare make love to her here in this field? The captain in her fantasy did, but this was real.
The stranger dropped the cravat on a straw bale and turned his attention to her silk shirt. Starting at the top button he eased each one from its eye until her shirt lay open to reveal her camisole.
His hand slipped down the top of the camisole and took her nipple in his fingers.
She felt herself getting damp below.
Where the bales were stacked on three sides of a square, the centre had loose straw scattered. The open end of the square faced the hedgerow. The stranger took Diana by the hand and led her into the centre. She didn’t resist or try to cover herself.
He held her arms tenderly and lowered her to the ground. She submitted willingly.
He lay beside her and kissed her lips. She kissed him back with a passion that she’d subdued inside her and had never escaped during her ordeals under Sir Reginald.
His hands roamed her breasts and then slipped down her leg. She felt it on the outside of her riding boot as it crawled up her leg, over the top of her boot and continued up her silk stocking until it reached her silk pantaloons with their laced bottoms.
His tongue slipped into her mouth and sought hers. She felt him against her side, hard and ready. She’d had sex once a week for four years but had never felt the passion she had now. She longed for him to throw up her skirt, pull down her pantaloons and enter her.
She felt his hand on the outside of her pantaloons between her legs. She knew he would feel the wetness there. Her heart beat like an African drum. She couldn’t stand it any longer. Her hands went to his belt buckle and unclipped it. She couldn’t unfasten the top button of his trousers, so she gave it a yank and the buttons popped off. He wore no underwear.
She took him in her hand pulling up and down.
He grabbed her skirt and lifted it up, took her pantaloons in both hands and whipped them down to her ankles. And then he straddled her.
She looked down at his erection. She had little experience of them, but this one looked so big and she desperately wanted it inside her, now
Diana raised her head to see it go in. It felt so different than Sir Reginald’s. For a start, it was bigger. The stranger was in control of his and after the initial thrust she felt it go all the way up inside her. He almost withdrew but with gentle thrusting kept its head around her clitoris, sending her into spasms of delight.
He kissed her lips and then her neck, all the time pumping gently.
Diana hadn’t been counting, but she knew he’d been going for longer than Sir Reginald’s two and a half minutes. She felt with the stranger what she had only felt when she resorted to
He stood up and looked at her. She put the pistol on the straw bale. Stood up and slapped his face.
“How dare you?”
“You didn’t shoot me,” he said with a laugh rubbing his cheek.
“You took a risk… I may have done.”
He ran his finger down the side of her head under her top hat, over her ear, down her neck to her shoulder and stopped just above her left breast.
She looked into his dark brown eyes and saw something there that was honest and gentle.
His finger continued down until it ran slowly over her breast and stopped at the nipple.
She took a deep breath as her lips parted.
He leaned forward and kissed her again on the lips.
This time when he broke off she didn’t slap him, she just looked into his eyes wondering if he would go further and if he did, would she stop him?
The clock in the orphanage tower struck eleven.
She soon answered her question.
Deftly with one hand, he unbuttoned the top of her riding jacket, then the next button and then the next until it opened to reveal her white silk shirt.
He gently took the cameo brooch from her cravat and slipped it into her jacket pocket.
Diana stood still, looking into his eyes. She must make a decision, stop now or, what? Would he dare make love to her here in this field? The captain in her fantasy did, but this was real.
The stranger dropped the cravat on a straw bale and turned his attention to her silk shirt. Starting at the top button he eased each one from its eye until her shirt lay open to reveal her camisole.
His hand slipped down the top of the camisole and took her nipple in his fingers.
She felt herself getting damp below.
Where the bales were stacked on three sides of a square, the centre had loose straw scattered. The open end of the square faced the hedgerow. The stranger took Diana by the hand and led her into the centre. She didn’t resist or try to cover herself.
He held her arms tenderly and lowered her to the ground. She submitted willingly.
He lay beside her and kissed her lips. She kissed him back with a passion that she’d subdued inside her and had never escaped during her ordeals under Sir Reginald.
His hands roamed her breasts and then slipped down her leg. She felt it on the outside of her riding boot as it crawled up her leg, over the top of her boot and continued up her silk stocking until it reached her silk pantaloons with their laced bottoms.
His tongue slipped into her mouth and sought hers. She felt him against her side, hard and ready. She’d had sex once a week for four years but had never felt the passion she had now. She longed for him to throw up her skirt, pull down her pantaloons and enter her.
She felt his hand on the outside of her pantaloons between her legs. She knew he would feel the wetness there. Her heart beat like an African drum. She couldn’t stand it any longer. Her hands went to his belt buckle and unclipped it. She couldn’t unfasten the top button of his trousers, so she gave it a yank and the buttons popped off. He wore no underwear.
She took him in her hand pulling up and down.
He grabbed her skirt and lifted it up, took her pantaloons in both hands and whipped them down to her ankles. And then he straddled her.
She looked down at his erection. She had little experience of them, but this one looked so big and she desperately wanted it inside her, now
Diana raised her head to see it go in. It felt so different than Sir Reginald’s. For a start, it was bigger. The stranger was in control of his and after the initial thrust she felt it go all the way up inside her. He almost withdrew but with gentle thrusting kept its head around her clitoris, sending her into spasms of delight.
He kissed her lips and then her neck, all the time pumping gently.
Diana hadn’t been counting, but she knew he’d been going for longer than Sir Reginald’s two and a half minutes. She felt with the stranger what she had only felt when she resorted to
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