Yvette's Haven

Before he could draw any conclusions, Haven’s train of thought was suddenly blown off track by the delicious sensations coursing through his body. He’d expected it to hurt, at least a little. At the very least, he’d expected it to be unpleasant, something to endure for the greater good. He’d never in his wildest dreams imagined a vampire’s bite to be arousing.

More than that: it was the most erotic situation he’d ever found himself in. Yvette’s bite was a full-on assault on all his senses, and his body reacted the only way it could: with a raging hard-on. Her pull on his vein was more passionate than any kiss he’d ever shared with a woman, her body so close to his, he could feel her rapid heartbeat and her heat. The familiar scent of oranges wafted into his nose, and before he knew what he was doing, he buried his hand in her hair and cupped the back of her head to hold her closer.

His other hand snaked around her back and connected with her naked skin. A startled gasp came from her when he drew her into his embrace, but she didn’t release her hold on his neck. She continued sucking him greedily, and he had no intention of stopping her. On the contrary, he wanted her to continue.

Haven shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position for his cock—which had grown to massive proportions and was biting into the zipper of his tuxedo pants. Had he worn his tighter-fitting jeans, the zipper would have already burst under the pressure. Luckily, the rented pants provided a little more space—for how long, he wasn’t sure.

His hand roamed over her naked back, grateful that she wore the backless black dress rather than something else. It allowed him to explore her and relish her soft skin. She was hot-blooded, even hotter now than he’d noticed before. Was she enjoying this as much as he was?

When he let his fingers dance along her torso where her naked skin met the fabric of her dress, a moan dislodged from her chest, and her hand came up. Was she going to stop him? But instead of her hand swatting his away, she touched his chest and ran her fingers over the planes of his muscles.

Haven sucked in a deep breath. Her touch, combined with the soft pull on his vein spiked his lust and made him want to throw her down on the cot and bury himself in her to the hilt. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled and slid his thumb under the fabric of her dress, caressing the underside of one breast.

Yvette’s nails dug into his chest, but he welcomed the pain, realizing it was the only thing that kept him from ripping the clothes off her body and fucking her senseless. The only thing that left him with any semblance of coherence. As if she knew what she was doing to him and enjoyed her power over him, her other hand went to the waistband of his pants and slid down along the zipper, cupping his straining shaft in her palm.

He let out an involuntary moan and slid his hand further under her dress until he could cup her braless breast. The firm globe lay heavily in his hand, which it filled perfectly. He squeezed it and ran his thumb over her hard nipple.

Yvette squeezed his cock in response, and he lost all control. In the next instant, he tugged on her hair, and she released his neck, licking over the incisions before she severed the contact. When his gaze collided with hers, her eyes were dark with passion and her lips swollen, more plump than before—and far more kissable than he ever could have imagined.

Without thinking, Haven pulled her face to him and pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips parted on a sigh, and he swept his tongue inside. He tried to fight the sensations her body unleashed in him and tried to think of something—anything!—that would distract him from the pliable female in his arms. Even reminding himself that she was a vampire and his enemy didn’t diminish the passion in his kiss.

Realizing how useless it was to fight against a tide he could neither stop nor control, he gave up his struggle and explored her wet cavern. Mmm … this woman could kiss. Somehow he’d known that. Somehow he’d sensed it when he’d first seen her at the premier party. She knew it too. Her confident response to him said as much. Each of his strokes was countered with one of hers, more demanding and more urgent than the last, as if to challenge him. And hadn’t she issued a challenge at that party? Hadn’t she openly challenged him and dared him to prove he had what it took to satisfy a woman like her?

He couldn’t let this challenge expire unmet. No woman would best him—least of all a vampire female. He’d show her that she couldn’t lead him around by his nose. No; he’d show her who was wearing the pants, even if those pants were getting increasingly too tight.

Accepting her challenge, he kneaded her breast more ferociously, then took the hard little nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugged. Her animalistic moan stopped short in his mouth where he captured it and swallowed it down into his body. He sparred with her tongue as if dueling with a warrior, because that’s what she was: a warrior who was fighting him, challenging him; not to stop, but to continue his assault on her curves.