Read Online Microsoft Word - Blood and Sex from CE.rtf by Administrator - Free Book Online
Authors: Administrator
Ads: Link
Blane.”
Embarrassment, confusion, and need swirled heavier as she climbed onto the bed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She threw one leg over his and slid up the length of him. “Yes, you do.”
Blane didn’t move.
Trailing her hands over his chest, she sat down hard on his hips, letting her weight press his zipper against her crotch. Blane’s eyes darkened and his lips parted as he looked up at her. It stirred something dark inside her, something that made her feel powerful and him irresistible.
She knew that part well. It was the one she’d denied in favor of being the delicate flower her position demanded. And it was the reason she’d always been so unsatisfied.
“You like it when I’m rough.” She shoved him down onto his back, then again when he tried to get up.
When he stopped moving, she leaned down to let her bare chest press against his. She whispered in his ear, so close to the place she’d marked on his neck. “Are you going to be a good
60
boy for me, Blane?”
He emitted a low growl and arched toward her. His chest rose and fell in a fast rhythm.
When her hands glided up his arms, they were trembling. It was more of a response than she’d expected, but she wasn’t going to complain. There was power in the ability to make a man weak with need. “You like it when I’m on top. When I’m in charge. Don’t you, Blane?”
He stiffened. “No.”
“Liar.” She sat up and started to pull away.
Blane caught her hips and pulled her back to him. His eyes were pleading beneath those black-and-green bangs. “Don’t.”
Christiana arched a brow and then shoved his hands away. “I’m not interested in doing anything with you that you’re going to deny later. I don’t need that. Either you want me or you don’t.”
He closed his eyes and whispered, “You don’t understand.”
“I’m not doing this with someone who refuses to acknowledge his own need.” Actually, she wasn’t going to do it at all, but he didn’t have to know that. There was no way Blane would give up his carefully guarded secrets to let her get that far.
“That’s not what I’m doing,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Bullshit.”
“Just stay here.”
Christiana pulled back. “No.”
Blane caught her hips and rolled both of them so she was on the bottom, his hips pressed against hers. His strong hands held hers out to the sides of her head.
Being under a man felt better than she’d remembered. It had been too long since she had
61
a strong male on top of her. Even longer since one of the vampiro had been in her bed. But this wasn’t going to happen. “Get off me.”
“Now who’s denying her needs?” He buried his head at the crook of her neck, then scratched his teeth across her skin.
She shuddered. Her body clenched inside, and she could feel the moisture between her legs.
“I can smell how much I turn you on.” His voice was low and ragged.
Blane’s emotions became so clear that she couldn’t tell where his ended and hers began.
The room was filled with a suffocating need. Her need for his touch, his need for hers. The feeling was beyond denial, and no amount of trying would convince him. Even the voice in her head that kept her from doing stupid things was silenced. The only thing left was the sound of his breath and the feel of his weight pressing down on her.
Lips were suddenly against hers. It only took a moment for her brain to kick back in, realizing a barbed tongue was stroking hers. The metal was cool against her tongue and gave her the idea of that tongue ring going to lower places. Christiana surrendered, desperate for the touch of his skin, and let her body relax beneath his.
Blane’s mind was on fire, and his body was aching to get inside the writhing body beneath him. Christiana felt better than he’d imagined. Her body was almost as warm as her mouth. She smelled like jasmine, and her hair was like cool silk in his hands.
He managed to get
Embarrassment, confusion, and need swirled heavier as she climbed onto the bed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She threw one leg over his and slid up the length of him. “Yes, you do.”
Blane didn’t move.
Trailing her hands over his chest, she sat down hard on his hips, letting her weight press his zipper against her crotch. Blane’s eyes darkened and his lips parted as he looked up at her. It stirred something dark inside her, something that made her feel powerful and him irresistible.
She knew that part well. It was the one she’d denied in favor of being the delicate flower her position demanded. And it was the reason she’d always been so unsatisfied.
“You like it when I’m rough.” She shoved him down onto his back, then again when he tried to get up.
When he stopped moving, she leaned down to let her bare chest press against his. She whispered in his ear, so close to the place she’d marked on his neck. “Are you going to be a good
60
boy for me, Blane?”
He emitted a low growl and arched toward her. His chest rose and fell in a fast rhythm.
When her hands glided up his arms, they were trembling. It was more of a response than she’d expected, but she wasn’t going to complain. There was power in the ability to make a man weak with need. “You like it when I’m on top. When I’m in charge. Don’t you, Blane?”
He stiffened. “No.”
“Liar.” She sat up and started to pull away.
Blane caught her hips and pulled her back to him. His eyes were pleading beneath those black-and-green bangs. “Don’t.”
Christiana arched a brow and then shoved his hands away. “I’m not interested in doing anything with you that you’re going to deny later. I don’t need that. Either you want me or you don’t.”
He closed his eyes and whispered, “You don’t understand.”
“I’m not doing this with someone who refuses to acknowledge his own need.” Actually, she wasn’t going to do it at all, but he didn’t have to know that. There was no way Blane would give up his carefully guarded secrets to let her get that far.
“That’s not what I’m doing,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Bullshit.”
“Just stay here.”
Christiana pulled back. “No.”
Blane caught her hips and rolled both of them so she was on the bottom, his hips pressed against hers. His strong hands held hers out to the sides of her head.
Being under a man felt better than she’d remembered. It had been too long since she had
61
a strong male on top of her. Even longer since one of the vampiro had been in her bed. But this wasn’t going to happen. “Get off me.”
“Now who’s denying her needs?” He buried his head at the crook of her neck, then scratched his teeth across her skin.
She shuddered. Her body clenched inside, and she could feel the moisture between her legs.
“I can smell how much I turn you on.” His voice was low and ragged.
Blane’s emotions became so clear that she couldn’t tell where his ended and hers began.
The room was filled with a suffocating need. Her need for his touch, his need for hers. The feeling was beyond denial, and no amount of trying would convince him. Even the voice in her head that kept her from doing stupid things was silenced. The only thing left was the sound of his breath and the feel of his weight pressing down on her.
Lips were suddenly against hers. It only took a moment for her brain to kick back in, realizing a barbed tongue was stroking hers. The metal was cool against her tongue and gave her the idea of that tongue ring going to lower places. Christiana surrendered, desperate for the touch of his skin, and let her body relax beneath his.
Blane’s mind was on fire, and his body was aching to get inside the writhing body beneath him. Christiana felt better than he’d imagined. Her body was almost as warm as her mouth. She smelled like jasmine, and her hair was like cool silk in his hands.
He managed to get
Similar Books
