"Banks, L A - Vampire Huntress 4 - 2005 - Bitten" - читать интересную книгу автора (Banks L. A)

were still some places he wasn't prepared to go with her. Not if he wanted to
ever retrieve his soul.
But she was messing with his mind, talking all low and sexy, husky and deep,
down the side of his throat, and into his ear, saying crazy things like, "C'mon,
baby, tell me what you really wantЕ I'll give it to you," knocking at the
guarded black box of his senses, prying him open for a total mind lock while
making him want to cum so badly his balls ached. He could feel every cell in his
body poised, readied, a burn of pure energy threatening to split them, beginning
to deconstruct him down to hot vapor, and her along with him.
Her skin was covered with a light sheen of perspiration, and she slid against
him like water flowing over rocks, liquid fire motion, hips undulating in a
slow, rolling current, with eddies that spontaneously spun, lurched, took him in
to the hilt, then washed him ashore, leaving cold air to knife at the hot
surface that had been ejected from her body. His tightening grip would each time
be enough to summon his return to her warm, wet center, only to be cast ashore
by her fickle tide again and again, until he flipped her on her back and was
done playing.
"Enough." There was no nonsense in his tone. He was beyond games as he stared
into her eyes; saw a glow of red reflected back from her dark brown irises,
knowing it came from his. Her scent bathed him, made him shut his eyes tight as
he breathed in deeply and entered her hard. "That's what I want."
His fingers tangled in her velvet-spun locks, and her arches finally met him in
a rhythm they both knew by heartЧno stopping, no more teasing, just hard down,
uninterrupted returns until he felt his gums give way to the incisors he could
no longer hold in check, no more than he could hold back the inevitable
convulsion of pleasure that was about to rip through his groin.
Nuzzling his throat, her fingers wound through his hair, and he was surprised by
the force of her pull, that her fingers had made a fist at the nape of his neck,
and that one of her palms slid against his jaw to push his head back, her breath
on his throat in the way he'd always imagined. Trembling with need, the
sensation was so damned goodЕ if onlyЕ she couldЕ just onceЕ Oh, babyЕ
Then she suddenly shifted her weight, her legs a vise, and rolled on top of him.
Her strength came from nowhere. It happened so quickly. A sharp strike as fast
as a cobra's tore at his throat, making him shut his eyes harder, his gasp fused
with a groan that transformed into a wail, and the pull that siphoned his throat
sent the convulsion of ecstasy throughout his system, emptied his scrotum until
his body dry heaved, made his lashes flutter from the rapid seizure, where every
pull from her lips erupted hot seed from him into her, sheets gathered in knots
within his fists before his hand again sought her skin, shards of color
ricocheted behind his lids while he cradled her in him arms, stuttering, "Don't
stopЕ take it all."
His body went hot, then cold, minutes of unrelenting pleasure∙her hold
indomitable, a physical lock of sheer will, as she moved her hips in a lazy
rhythm, ignoring his attempt to rush her with deep thrusts and staccato jerks,
his voice foreign to him as it reverberated off the walls of the lair, echoed
back, and taunted himЕ a master vampire, done for the first time, by what could
only be a female vamp. A master female. One conjured from his darkest fantasy,
riding him with more than skill, precise slow torture that he couldn't stop,
even if he'd wanted to.
Winded, siphoned, turned out, he could barely open his eyes∙but he had to. Which