Her Devoted Vampire (16 page)

Which means you have to think! Focus.

Did she
want to marry him? Live in his beautiful house, make love to his handsome body,
fulfill her mother’s wishes? She almost grimaced at the last thought. Her
mother had no place in this consideration. The first two things didn’t seem all
that bad.

“I have
a few conditions.” She gasped as his hands tunneled under her shirt and fondled
her breasts.

“Is that
a yes?”

He
lifted the shirt over her head and unhooked her bra.

“Yes,
but first—”

Her
voice devolved into a moan as he slid her bra strap off one arm and took the
exposed nipple into his warm mouth. His tongue slid over the bumps on her
aureole, bouncing and jumping from one to the next without missing the lows in
between. She struggled to regain composure.

“First,
you can’t feed off of me unless it’s a dire emergency, and even then we will have
to talk about it.”

“I told
you I would never feed off you,” he mumbled from her breast as he slid the
other bra strap off her other shoulder. “What else?”

“Dear
God!”
 
Her attention was wavering from
her thoughts to what he was doing with his tongue on her other breast. “Ooohhhh.
Second…Second! I don’t share very well, so I won’t tolerate you sleeping with
any other woman. Ever.”

“Oh, my Lady
Goddess,” he murmured, running his tongue along the underside of her breasts
then down the midline of her body as he dropped to his knees. “There will never
be a woman in this world who will equal you or tempt me from your glorious body.
No ordinary woman could compare to the connection I have with you.”

Pleasure
flooded through her and submerged the last of her resistance. “In that case, you
have until the sun comes up tomorrow morning to stop doing that.”

A deep,
velvet chuckle rumbled up from her belly as his hands slipped beneath her
waistband. “Very well, my Lady.”

Chapter Nine

Elation
shot through Fredrick’s veins as he carefully unbuttoned Bridget’s pants and
slid them down over her hips. She sighed with pleasure, and he smiled without
looking up at her.

His
wife. She’d agreed to marry him if he didn’t feed off her or have sex with
another woman. He laughed inwardly as he slowly ran his fingertips over her
bare buttocks. No other woman could ever tempt him from her side.

Bridget
let out a soft moan, and her legs stiffened as she succumbed to his touches. The
connection between them let him feel her pleasure, and he found it more addictive
than the hot, copper scent of blood.

And the scent of her arousal wafting from between her
legs isn’t bad, either.

He drew
her forward to step out of her pants and rose to his feet to gather her close
to him once more as she stumbled.

“Easy, love.”
He kissed her
softly, and she melted into his
embrace.

He loved
her response, but he didn’t want to rush this. She’d granted him the gift of
her body willingly, and he wanted to savor every moment. He’d waited half a
year for her, and he’d take his time.

When she
turned her head to breathe, he lifted her with his hands on her ribs and
carried her to the bed, his bed, where he’d wanted her the moment he’d
undressed her to care for her wound. His body roared its approval as he laid her
gently on the soft sheets, and he again marveled at the wondrous expanse of her
breasts. Now he would taste them and determine if his earlier estimate of their
sweetness was accurate.

“Are you
enjoying this, my lady?” he asked as he lowered his face between the swells of
creamy flesh. He pushed his hips between her thighs and pressed his weight onto
her.

“Oh,
God, yes.”

“No. Oh
Goddess
.” He slid his tongue along the
underside of one breast while his hand caressed the other.

Bridget
arched her back and gasped with pleasure. He smiled around the aureole and
nipple and cupped the outer bulge with his other hand, trailing his fingers over
the silky smooth skin.

 
He dragged his tongue over her nipple and
closed his lips around it as he gently nipped her with his canines, careful not
to break the skin. As she squealed in surprise, he rose up and switched to the
other breast, leaving one hand to caress the first. He flicked the first nipple
as his tongue massaged the second. She whimpered and squirmed beneath him, but
he held her fast and kept up the torturous pleasure, languidly sucking and
licking her swollen breast.

Finally,
he moved from her wondrous mounds and dropped kisses and tongue strokes down
her belly and abdomen. His hair fell around him and followed his motions,
tickling her skin enough to make her squirm even more. She looked down at him
and tangled her fingers in his hair, her expression filling with wonder.

“It is.,”Her
voice filled with wonder.

“What
is?”

“Your
hair. I’ve wanted to run my hands through it since I saw you in the coffee shop.
I knew it would be just like silk rope.”

He grunted
in amusement and returned to his pleasurable task. His hands glided down her
belly, feeling the gentle curves of the muscles beneath her smooth skin. He stopped
his hands at her thighs and gently pushed them apart so he could nuzzle her mound.
She smelled like a mixture of sweet, copper blood, eroticism, and Japanese
cherry blossoms, and he dove in, savoring her sweet juices.

Sweet
sugar, sultry cinnamon, tangy citrus; all his favorite flavors flowed from her,
and he reveled in her tastes. He probed gently at her outer lips, flicking and
kissing the hard button of her clitoris.

Bridget
keened a high wail of pleasure as he sucked on her pleasure nub, periodically
leaving it to lick her inner folds without entering her hot pussy. His own
pleasure ramped up with each sound, and warm tangy cream trickled onto his
tongue.

By the Goddess, she tastes wonderful.

His
right hand continued down to her left knee, caressed her kneecap then leisurely
slid up her inner thigh and across her left hip. Bridget writhed, and he smiled
against her sweet flesh, satisfaction filling him.

He’d
found nothing better in his long life than pleasuring a sexy woman. It turned
him on nearly as much as her pleasuring him, and his own body tightened with
arousal.

His lips
and tongue massaged her outer folds while his right hand continued over her
belly and tweaked her left breast. The nipple hardened under his fingers, and
her scent changed from fresh cut grass in spring to sharp pine in the sun as
her lust surged.

“Oh my
glory, Fredrick…”

He
chuckled against her hot flesh. “Yes, your glory indeed, my love.”

Fredrick
gently pulled his mouth lower and inserted his tongue into her moist heat while
he pushed the tip of his nose between her lips. She gasped in surprise as he
flicked his tongue around the smooth sides of her outer lips and wriggled his
face so his nose slipped between them to nuzzle her clitoris.

She
whimpered and arched her back in supplication. Her hips lifted off the bed a
little, urging him on. He smiled to himself and slid his nose slowly up and
down over the base of the clitoris, catching her sweet cream on his tongue with
each motion.

Bridget
gasped and moaned in ecstasy, rocking her hips to the rhythm of his nose and
tongue. He settled his entire weight on her to hold her down as he feasted on
her pussy. As she moved under him, he rhythmically licked her swollen lips as
he stroked her clitoris with his nose.

“That’s
it, Lady. Take your pleasure, and come for me.”

She
sucked her breath in one last time and let out high-pitched squeal as the
orgasm crashed over her. He kept licking her, drinking the shockwaves of her
release as they came in pulses and filled his mouth with her ambrosia. At last,
she relaxed down onto the bed and sighed. He gave her one last lick and pulled
himself up onto his hands to look at her.

Bridget
smiled at him from under heavy lids, her expression as satisfied as a cat with
a belly full of cream. His own satisfaction settled around him as he licked her
juices off his lips, feeling cat-like himself. She’d tasted so sweet, sweeter
even than he’d imagined when he’d first seen her, and his cock stiffened in an
erotic reminder.

She rose
languidly from the pillows to draw him upwards with her, still smiling her satisfied
smile. Her gaze traveled down his body to his waist where they stopped at the
wet spot on his boxer shorts. Her grin widened as she tugged the boxers off his
hips and over his very hard cock, and his heartbeat accelerated. She looked
like she’d discovered treasure as she licked her lips, making his lust surge.
Was there anything more beautiful than a sexy woman enjoying herself?

“Thank
you so much.” She sighed.

“For
what, my lady?”

“For the
lip service and this.”

She slid
one hand down his body to grasp his hard cock and ran her thumb over the tip. Pleasure
flared, tightening his balls against his body as she added, “I would ask you if
you really enjoyed it, but I think I have my answer right here.”

Fredrick
laughed. “Bridget, my love, I’ve never enjoyed it that much in my life. Anytime
you want me to do it to you, just ask, and I’ll drop what I am doing to come to
you.”

She
smiled again, but this time it was full of mischief. “Then perhaps you would
indulge me.”

He
raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Again, right now?”

“Oh no,
not for me, but for you.”

Bridget
slid out from under him with the grace of a cat, then pushed him down in the
bed onto his back. Her glorious breasts hung from above him like mounds of soft
silk he wanted to caress for hours on end, but she wriggled down his body to
settle between his legs, pressing the soft globes against his calves.

She
rested on her stomach with her legs bent at the knees and her ankles crossed
above her. Her left hand supported her head and her right hand slid up his left
thigh, tracing the outlines of the muscles.

Damn, even her ankles are sexy!

Fredrick
imagined them locked behind his back as he pounded into her, and his cock flexed
in response to his thoughts. She smiled smugly as if she’d read his mind and
trailed her fingers closer to his genitals. He sucked his breath in and closed
his eyes as she skimmed near his testicles, but didn’t actually touch them.

 
Because his eyes were closed he didn’t see her
move, but they snapped back open when her warm, wet mouth closed around the tip
of his cock and her tongue rubbed the edges of the head.

“Dear
Goddess of All!”

Was that
his voice moaning? He lost track over everything else as she pushed her mouth
down onto the shaft, encasing him in wet heat. Then he felt her tongue snake
around and stroke the hairs at the base, tickling.

He
inhaled to groan and the scent of excited female saturated his senses, building
his arousal higher. Each swipe of her tongue sent a pulse of sensation up his
spine and hardened his penis until it felt like a pillar of marble. She
increased the pressure of her mouth on the length of his shaft and pulled
gently upwards. Then she released it with a subtle
pop
and slid back down to flick her tongue at the hairs again. He
fisted the bed sheets so tight his knuckles cracked, and he wondered where the
hell she’d learned to do this.

It doesn’t matter as long as she doesn’t stop.

Fredrick
lost himself in the sensations, the pleasure and eroticism of her caresses
destroying his sense of time and place. She brought him close to the brink many
times, but just as he reached his limit, she backed off and changed her tactics,
building him back up once again.

Arousal
built like a wall, a few bricks at a time, and his heart thundered in his
chest, tightening his muscles in ecstasy. Then Bridget knocked a few bricks out
of place, and his breath shuddered out of him with a groan as he came down.

When she
replaced her mouth with her hand on his cock then licked and sucked on his testicles,
he just about lost all control. He groaned and bit his bottom lip so hard he
almost punctured it with his fangs, the pain mixing with the pleasure to build
the wall to breaking. Her touches were soft, wet, warm, tender, erotic, sensual
and beyond words, and he wanted more.

“Dear
Goddess, you are amazing.”

He felt
her smile around his flesh and realized she’d keep this up until he came if he
let her.

Growling
deep in his throat with lust, he sat up, grasped her shoulders and pulled her
gently off his cock. He came out with a soft
pop!
Her eyes filled with surprise. He dragged her up his body
until she crouched on all fours over him and kissed her savagely, thrusting his
tongue into her hot, sexy mouth. Goddess, he loved that mouth! She moaned into his
kiss, running her tongue over his canines and sending new jolts of sensation through
him.