for a delivery boy every now and then, no one had even seen the inside of my apartment.
Yet here I was, trapped against a wall with a man towering over me, demanding I submit to his lust.
Damn, was there even a choice? I’d been lonely and alone for so long.
I made my decision, then lifted my hands to slide them over the damp cotton covering his hard chest. “So, you intend to ravage me?” I quipped softly.
Grim satisfaction filled his stark features. His chest rose beneath my palms. His heartbeat, just beneath my fingers, hammered against his chest. “Take off your robe.” But he didn’t move away, just let go of my waist while he waited for me to obey, challenging me to complain with his watchful gaze.
I scowled and wriggled, sandwiched between the wall of his chest and the plaster behind me, until the robe slipped to the floor. Already, my nipples were erect, chafed into arousal by the movements that brought my breasts into contact with the fabric of his shirt. “I better not be the only one naked here.”
A grin curved his lips. His hands slid between us, the backs rubbing my breasts and belly as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it. Then he toed off his boots, one a time, while at the same time sliding down the zipper of his black pants, slowly, letting me feel the heat of his hands and belly, then the weight of his thick cock when it sprang free.
My breaths grew ragged. Cream seeped between my legs to dampen my labia and inner thighs.
His nostrils flared, no doubt picking up the proof of my arousal. When he’d managed to push down his pants and kick them to the side, we stood for a moment, skin to skin, savoring the freedom and the anticipation.
Again, I smoothed my palms upward, following the curves of his muscled arms up to his shoulders, and then I thrust my hands into his hair, combing it with my fingers as I waited for him to move.
He let me wait a long, excruciating minute while our deep breaths rasped our chest together and apart. My knees began to shake, my belly quivered, and finally, he lifted me again, higher against the wall.
His mouth opened on the blushing skin of my chest, pressing wet kisses on the upper swell of my breasts, gliding his tongue between them, then suckling the full curve beneath.
My legs moved restlessly, until I wrapped them around his upper abdomen and squeezed. My pussy opened, sliding along his hot skin and I rolled my hips, letting him know he could hurry it up a bit and I’d have no complaints.
However, he seemed content to tease me, drawing out the pleasurable sensation of his mouth gobbling up my breasts.
“My nipples,” I pleaded between clenched teeth. “Suck them! Please.”
He nuzzled them with his nose, licked his way around one dimpled areola without ever touching the tip, and then glided across to torture the other breast in a similar fashion.
I gripped his shoulders hard. “If I’d known you were so damn slow to take a hint, I’d have drawn you a map.”
Laughter gusted against my breast, and at last, he latched his lips around one spiked tip and drew hard.
My toes curled, my hips tilted toward him, my whole body tightening as he suckled. It was almost enough. It was almost heaven.
I thrashed my head back and forth on the wall behind me before finally blurting out, “Please, enough! I need you inside me.”
His teeth clamped down, nipping me gently. “When I say.” But he let me slide down his body until I felt his cock nudge at my center.
My breath hitched when the blunt, velvet tip pushed against me. His size didn’t surprise me. He’d stretched the inner walls of a woman who dated linebackers. But my body wasn’t prepared for his girth. Hot, exquisite pressure built as he pushed. I bit my lip and begged him with my gaze to help me take him.
His eyes held mine as he slipped a hand between us and thrust his fingers through my soft curls. He parted my lust-slick folds, guided his dick into me, slowly, letting me swallow him an inch at a time, until we were both breathless and sweating.
I’m sure he was surprised by how tight I was, given what I was. He’d wanted to thrust inside, wanted to ream me with that thick cock, but he clamped his jaws tight and groaned, tunneling only so deep before withdrawing, and coming back for more.
I couldn’t help the shaking that trembled along my limbs and jerked my belly against his. No more than I could help the reflexive pulsing radiating along my channel.
When his first inches grazed my inner walls, he started the slow, rhythmic push and pull, my liquid heat drenching him and easing his way. He stroked into me, sliding my body up and down the wall, an unhurried, crawling wave of motion that calmed the quivering inside me.
As I followed his powerful thrusts, friction built between his cock and my vagina in a slow-burning fire. I clenched my inner muscles around him, riding his thickly veined shaft as it moved in and out.
The ridge of his plump crown abraded the sweet spot deep inside me, the one so few men ever found, and I arched my back, surrendering to the coiling heat licking at my core. At that point, I felt a leaching away of the barrier between his mind and mine, as the passions I’d stolen began to swirl inside me and spill over to douse him in glorious heat.
A low, feral growl erupted from him and he ground inside me, deeper this time, his jaws flexing as his hips strained.
I knew there was more, knew he held back. I wondered at the strength of will he possessed to resist the crashing waves of sensuality that battered us both.
In that instant, I lost all my fear of him as a man and a vampire. He could have ravaged me and made me love it anyway, but he’d taken me slowly, with care and precision, careful not to harm or frighten me.
“It’s all right,” I whispered. “I can take all you want to give.”
“Be quiet,” he ground out. “You’re so damn tight. I’m going crazy here.”
“Then fuck me,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m ready.” God, I’m ready. I bit his earlobe. I squeezed hard around him as he stroked inside, released to let him withdraw, then squeezed as he rammed himself inside again. The friction was divine.
Impossibly, his cock expanded, grew longer, blunter.
“You’re playing with fire,” he said, ramming deeper this time.
I sucked in a jagged breath and smoothed my sweaty cheek against his shoulder. “Do me. Do me like you’ve never done a woman before. Give me everything.”
His lips stretched in a slow, wicked smile. “Think you’ve seen everything?”
“I’m allowing you to fuck me against a wall, aren’t I?”
“Such a baby. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Suddenly, we slid up the wall together. Alarmed, I wrapped my arms around him and gasped as his soft, wicked laughter sifted through my hair.
“Brace yourself against the wall.”
I unwound my legs from his waist and let them drop. They dangled in the air. The only thing holding me up was the strength of his cock buried halfway inside me and his hard chest pressed against my breasts.
He grabbed my hands and slid my palms down and outward along the wall. I felt anchored somehow and lifted my knees to press my feet flat against the cool plaster. It was better, but I knew if he pulled away, I’d go crashing to the floor. “Nice trick,” I said breathlessly.
“I’m only getting started.” He kissed me, rubbing my lips hard, tangling his tongue with mine as he started to fuck in and out of me again, stroking deeper, until at last, the base of his cock was grinding into my clit.
I forgot I was suspended in the air, forgot I was at a vampire’s mercy. Nothing had ever felt as decadent and delicious as the thickness gliding in and out of me,