"Mary Janice Davidson - Betsy 01 - Undead And Unwed" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

IтАЩd been prepared to really bite down, but my fangs slid through his skin like a laser scalpel, and then his
blood was flooding my mouth. My knees buckled as my body truly came alive for the first time since that
Aztek knocked me into a tree. Everything was suddenly loud and bright and vivid; NickтАЩs heartbeat
thundered in my ears. I could smell his sweat. I could smell his lustтАФlike crisp shavings of cedar.

I felt myself get slammed up against the wall and thought,oh, oh, Nick doesnтАЩt think much of
thisтАжpoor bastard . However, my thoughts were wrong, because he grabbed me around the thighs, and
then I felt him shove himself inside me, all at once, all the way.
 Now, I can count the number of sexual partners IтАЩve had on one hand. On three fingers, in fact.
Madame Slut I am not. And with every one, as with most women, it took time and manipulation to make
me come. That whole three strokes and itтАЩs time to ride the orgasm train thing is a pure myth, and I feel
sorry for women who believe it and then think thereтАЩs something wrong with them when they need more
than a slap and tickle to get off.

That said, when Nick slammed into me, when he took his cock in hand and shoved me apart and
entered me with a brutal thrust while his blood was in my mouth, I was instantly jolted into orgasm. It was
a shallow one, the kind you get when youтАЩre diddling with yourself and squeeze your knees together at
just the right moment, but a come is a come (I should stitch that on a sampler sometime). Drinking blood
had made everything morethere , all sensations were more intense and opened a vein of sensuality I
never dreamed existed.

He thrust, he shoved, his broad swimmerтАЩs chest was pressed up against mine hard enough to flatten my
breasts. He was sweating and panting and groaning, and I realized I didnтАЩt need to drink anymore, my
thirst was gone and I felt better than I ever had. I felt like jumping over the house. Maybe I even could.

I stopped drinking and pulled back, licking the bite mark to get the last few drops. Nick throbbed
between my legs and then he was collapsing out of me, clutching me with both hands as he fought to
keep his feet. I could feel his come running down my thighs; it burned, probably because I was so cold.
And I was shockedтАФI could have run (and won) a marathon, and poor Nick looked half dead.

тАЬOh, JesusтАФтАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩt,тАЭ he whispered against my neck.

тАЬNick, IтАЩm so sorry, IтАФтАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩt stop,тАЭ he managed. тАЬDo more. Bite me. Again.тАЭ

The full impact of his request hit me, and in my horror I nearly dropped him. I suddenly remembered the
church janitorтАж

(youтАЩre pretty)

тАжand the ministerтАж

(a beautiful stranger)

тАжand how odd theyтАЩd seemed, odd but, as I was having such a strange night myself IтАЩd shrugged off
their reactions. Now here was Nick, a perfectly pleasant man who had showed no interest in me except