Part 15 (2/2)

Colin's fingers roughly pinched and twisted her hard nipples. Pleasure ripped through her in a great wave. She had no idea how he knew what she liked. He certainly didn't look like a rough s.e.x sorta guy. He looked cultured and refined, the elegant and arrogant sort who liked to order women to service him.

He jerked her up off her hands, his chest cradling and supporting her torso. His hips stilled as his hands swept over her body, finding all the places she most liked to be touched. When she moaned uncontrollably, he licked her neck and she s.h.i.+vered. The most incredible sensations buffeted her body when his tongue stroked over her skin. She almost asked him to bite her, but he bent her over again. Her palms. .h.i.t the mattress as his hips slammed into her a.s.s. He pulled back and thrust into her forcefully.

Eden's p.u.s.s.y stretched to accommodate him while clinging to his thickness. He f.u.c.ked her harder than she'd ever been f.u.c.ked before. The head of his c.o.c.k battered her G-spot with every thrust. s.h.i.+vers of pleasure racked her body. Her o.r.g.a.s.m crested and she cried out, tossing her head.

Colin chuckled but his tempo didn't lessen. He gave her exactly what she'd asked for. She shuddered and gasped for air, her heart racing thunderously. Unbelievably, as one long finger flicked over her c.l.i.t, she found herself coming again.

She knew he could feel her spasms, feel her p.u.s.s.y clamping down on his thick c.o.c.k. His strokes became shorter. The slap of his hips against her a.s.s grew more frantic. His teeth nipped the back of her neck as his hands tightened on her thighs.

”Oh, baby. Come for me one more time. You can do it,” he growled.

His tongue licked at her neck in time to the glide of his fingers against her c.l.i.t. His c.o.c.k filled her so full he could barely press inside her despite the fact that she was wetter than she had ever been. His thumb stroked over her mark and inside her, the dragon roared as heat flooded her veins. Her p.u.s.s.y clutched his c.o.c.k as her whole body vibrated in a third o.r.g.a.s.m.

With a m.u.f.fled cry, Colin came. His c.o.c.k jerked inside her and she could feel the gush of hot seed that filled her. Shaking uncontrollably, her arms gave out and her face landed on the sheet, her a.s.s still in the air as Colin's c.o.c.k throbbed inside her, spurts of c.u.m still erupting from him.

Finally, he pulled out of her. She moaned at the feel of his flesh separating from hers, leaving her sensitive, open and exposed.

Colin flopped onto his back beside her and her knees gave out, her lower body sprawling bonelessly on the bed. They looked at each other, both of them gasping for air. Then Colin reached out and brushed a lock of hair off her face.

”I'll give you fifteen minutes to recover. Then I'm pounding that pretty pink p.u.s.s.y again after I lick it into submission.”

Eden's eyes popped open in astonishment. She didn't know what astonished her more, the fact that he would be ready again so soon or the way he took control. His lips curved in a grin.

”I don't think you'll need any of the toys I'm sure you have here. We'll just f.u.c.k. I'm good at it and I like to do it for hours.” His midnight blue eyes twinkled at her. ”Unless you're sending me away now that you've come.”

Although he hadn't framed his words as a question, she shook her head anyway. ”I don't think I can send you away. At least, not until I'm worn out and can't walk,” she replied, her own smile growing as approval flashed across his face.

”Good.” He leaned over and kissed her hard. ”Time for tongues and fingers to discover c.o.c.ks and p.u.s.s.ies.”

He grabbed her hand and placed it on his half-hard c.o.c.k, still wet with her juice and his seed.

She stroked him, wondering why she'd never been into biters before. Unbidden, her mind went back the phone call that had sent her storming into Carpe Noctem looking to get laid. An outcast to her family, she rarely went home, rarely partic.i.p.ated in family events. Even so, she loved her siblings. When one of them had accused her of being the Queen of Kink, an unfeeling b.i.t.c.h of a s.l.u.t who lived to get off, it stung. Those words from someone she had looked up to her entire life, struck deeply into emotions she struggled daily to control. To survive the pain, she'd retreated into the cold b.i.t.c.h persona she'd been accused of. Now, that same self-preservation kept the lid on her emotions, when she looked at Colin. The core of her wanted to know him, but the icy b.i.t.c.h who'd taken control of her during that painful phone call refused to let go. The b.i.t.c.h coolly surveyed Colin, wondering why she hadn't hit on vampires before. She snarkily thought that if she had known biters were this good, she would have been picking them up regularly from Carpe Noctem. And that same cold b.i.t.c.h decided that she had more one item she could add to her s.e.xual buffet menu now that she knew about vampires' stamina.

Inside her, behind the icy b.i.t.c.h, the real Eden gazed at Colin's beautiful face and wished her life was different. Ghost Redeemed By Mary Winter Available Now from Pink Petal Books Shay's stomach flip-flopped. Looking at Kyle standing just outside her bathroom door, a boyish grin on his face, made her wonder what would happen if she invited him to join her. She'd planned on taking a shower, figuring that would be the easiest way to wash the wound on her back. But with Kyle there, she wouldn't need to go to such lengths. Then again, maybe she would anyway.

She stepped back and opened the door, suddenly nervous about her plan. ”I guess you're right,” she said, trying not to sound too eager. ”I will need some help.” Turning from him, she pulled her s.h.i.+rt over her head. She swore she heard Kyle's swiftly indrawn breath. She glanced into the mirror and saw the angry red gash start just below her shoulder blade to disappear beneath her bra clasp. She reached around her and unfastened the hooks. Her peach lace bra hung loosely on her shoulders, and she noticed Kyle trying hard not to look at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in the mirror.

She slipped the lingerie from her shoulders. ”The peroxide and some antibiotic ointment are in the medicine cabinet.”

Kyle opened the mirrored panel. She watched, noticing the light glow surrounding his skin. If it weren't for that, he'd look completely normal standing in her bathroom, reaching for the brown plastic bottle of peroxide. He grabbed several cotton b.a.l.l.s and turned his attention to her back. His movements seemed slow, as if he had to think about each action.

”This is going to sting a little. There's not much I can do about that.” He unscrewed the lid of the peroxide bottle and doused a cotton ball. ”Are you ready?”

”I'll be fine,” she said. His fingers brushed her skin, and tiny s.h.i.+vers darted from the touch.

Her nipples pebbled, and she resisted the urge to cover her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with her hands. A soft fizzing sound filled the bathroom, and then the wound stung. Shay sucked in a quick breath and gritted her teeth.

”I'm sorry.” Kyle continued to dab the cotton ball on the wound.

”It's okay,” Shay ground out. She reached in front of her and wrapped her fingers around the towel rod on her shower door. Clenching her fingers around it, she focused on breathing in and out to distance herself from the sting of disinfectant on her wound.

His motions slowed, and she heard the soft clunk of the bottle on the counter. The trash bag rustled as he tossed the cotton ball into it. The room closed in. She became aware of Kyle standing behind her, his body just inches from her. The thudding of her heart sounded loud in her ears. She longed to turn around and see him, but didn't, afraid of the desire she would see in his gaze. Keeping her eyes down, she waited.

He touched her. His fingers slid across her shoulder, a feather light touch against her skin.

Tiny sparks danced at the contact. Telling herself he was a ghost did little good, as heavy warmth filled her limbs. His hand skimmed her side, barely touching the side of her breast. She wanted more. Him. His c.o.c.k. Her lips parted.

”Kyle,” she breathed.

”Shay.” His other hand reached around to palm her breast, a light touch that soon had him standing against her. The ridge of his c.o.c.k pressed against her b.u.t.tocks. Her knees went weak. She leaned against his strength, not wanting to get used to his warmth surrounding her. The fact he was a ghost mattered little. Some part of her mind rebelled, but she refused to listen. Right now, still aching from the fight and heart-sore from her best friend's death, she wanted his warmth, his strength surrounding her.

She s.h.i.+fted her weight. Her ankle protested, and she quickly moved her weight to her good foot.

”Let me help you.” His hand slid down her back, to her hip. ”Turn around and wrap your legs around me.”

Shay started to turn. ”But you're a gh-” Words died when she saw the naked hunger in his eyes. He wanted her, his gaze sweeping over her bared b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

”Perfect,” he whispered, covering one with his hand. He brushed a thumb across a distended nipple, and Shay closed her eyes. His free hand slid over her back, down to her a.s.s.

Pulling her against him, he urged her to wrap her leg around his waist.

She complied. The first touch of his hard c.o.c.k against her coaxed a low moan from her throat. She wrapped her arms around him and brought her other leg around his waist. He easily lifted her, carrying her out of the bathroom.

”Where's your bedroom?” He glanced down the hall, before looking back into the living room.

The Purrfect Man By Mary Winter Available Now from Pink Petal Books ”I'm sorry.”

The masculine words sounded truly remorseful, and it took Althea a moment to realize she was dreaming. ”It's okay,” she automatically replied, though she knew not who this man was or why he apologized to her. In fact, she couldn't really see him. Instead, it seemed as if she still lay in bed, though the edges of the room seemed fuzzy. An effect of the sinus medication, she wondered, but she'd never had dreams like this before.

Gradually, her surroundings became visible. A man sat on the foot of her bed. Though he didn't move, she sensed an inherent lithe grace in his form.

”Wha--?” she asked, coming out of a medicine-induced fog. ”Who are you?”

Tawny hair crowned his head and feathered over his shoulders. His brilliant blue eyes held warmth. A straight nose divided his face, leading to the fullest, most sensuous pair of lips she'd ever seen on a man. He wore no s.h.i.+rt, and the view of his chest nearly took Althea's breath away.

Matching tawny hair dusted his pectorals, and then arrowed over a work-hardened set of abs and disappeared beneath the waistband of a gray pair of sweat pants. His feet were bare.

She blinked at the sweat pants. Until that modern piece of clothing, she expected him to be dressed in historical clothing. She didn't know why. She saw only his body; he hadn't even spoken yet. Still, something about his manner, the way he sat with his hands resting on his muscled thighs brought back images from a bygone era. She chalked it up to the timelessness of the dream state.

He moved closer, the efficiency in the way he inched toward her pillow reaffirming her belief that this was a man unlike any she'd met. After settling himself next to her hip, he trailed his fingers over her arm. The caress, so light, reminded her of the way she'd petted the cat on her porch.

”I'm Dante,” he said. Reaching out, he brushed his thumb against her lips. ”So beautiful.

So warm.” He bent over, replacing his thumb with his lips. Gently he kissed her, drawing her deeper into the dream, into him. His lips coaxed, nibbled, ate as daintily as a cat enjoying a tasty morsel. With his tongue, he traced her lower lip.

Althea parted her lips to allow him entrance. Dante's answering moan sent warm s.h.i.+vers darting through her body. She wrapped her arm around him, tangling her fingers in his silky soft hair. His hard body pressed against hers, and arousal drew her nipples into tight beads. She wanted to be devoured by him, to feel his lips on every inch of her flesh. Allergies forgotten, she clung to him and slid her other hand down over his muscled back to his b.u.t.tocks. This was a dream, after all.

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