Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“You must be sure,” he whispered and lowered his lips to hers and kissed her lightly. “I will not make love to you until you’re sure.”
His arms went around her and eased her against him so that her naked chest rested against his. Cold shot through her, though was followed quickly by warmth. And then his lips descended on hers again, only this time with hunger.
Never had she been kissed with such strong, bold, confident passion. And when his tongue slipped into her mouth, it was almost orgasmic. Her arms went around his neck and held on, her legs having gone weak.
She found herself returning his kiss like she had never done before, or was it that her hunger was as great as his and she had no choice but to return it?
His hand slipped down over her backside and squeezed her firm cheek while easing her closer against his erection. He was so hard and thick that she could feel him pulsating against her, or was that her own throbbing she felt? She didn’t know. She didn’t know where her passion stopped and his started. It was as if they were one, linked together in a sensual bond.
She rubbed herself against him, needing to feel more of him, needing to get closer, needing him inside her.
He tore his mouth away from hers and she moaned in disappointment.
“I’m going to make you come, Lara,” he whispered in a low growl near her ear.
“Yes. Yes,” she said, hearing the anxious plea in her strained voice.
He turned her around so quickly that she grew dizzy. He planted her back firmly against his chest and his left arm slipped across her chest to rest under her breasts. His right hand drifted down along her stomach and slipped with ease into her leggings.
“You’re going to come hard, Lara, very hard. I won’t have it any other way,” he commanded with a strong whisper in her ear.
She cried out as his fingers began to tease her clitoris. She dropped her head back on his shoulder as he robbed her of breath and sanity. He stroked all the right places, inching her ever closer to climax.
Her body never felt more alive. It was as if places awoke in her that she had never known existed.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, and she obeyed, helpless to do anything else, though not caring.
She felt safe in his arms or was it only an illusion?
If he wasn’t holding her, she would have crumpled to the ground from the pure pleasure he brought her when his fingers drove into her.
“Come, Lara, come for me,” he whispered in her ear, and then she felt sharp teeth scrape her neck.
She exploded in such a hard climax that she latched onto his arm that lay across her chest and squeezed tightly as wave after wave of extreme pleasure rippled through her. When she thought it was done, he flicked his finger over her clitoris, and she climaxed again. Something she had never done before.
Now wake up, Lara. Wake up! I will not make love to you unless you are fully awake!
Lara bolted awake in the chair in the library, her body still humming from her intense climaxes.
“A dream? It was a dream?” Her hand went quickly to her neck, but felt only her soft, unmarred skin. She shook her head. It couldn’t be. It was so real, so very real. She shuddered as the last of her climax faded away replaced by disappointment. She had had sexual dreams before, but never so intense...so real.
It was her own fault. She and Michael’s major topic of conversation had been about sex, so what had she expected? Especially with anything close to an intimate escapade having been non-existent in her life for some time now. Was it any wonder she should fall into a dream about sex with a vampire? But she hadn’t had sex with him; he had brought her to climax.
She scrunched her brow, trying to recall what he had last said to her.
I will not make love to you unless you are fully awake!
She hugged herself and nearly jumped out of the chair when she realized that her bra was undone. She shook her head again. It made no sense, but then nothing made sense, since she had entered this house and met Michael Valaine.
Lara dropped back in the chair and yanked the throw draped over the back across her. Not that she was cold, more so as a shield of protection, a poor shield at that. But at the moment she needed something, even a weak something.
How did she make sense of what happened? Had her own desires produced the dream? Was it a dream or had it actually happened?
“Lara.”
She jumped, her head snapping to the side to see Michael standing in the open doorway.