realise that the headache was gone.
She looked at him, only to see him smiling.
“I told you my blood was the best painkiller.”
She smiled back. She couldn’t help it. When he did smile—which wasn’t often—it lit up his face. It transformed him from handsome to downright sinful. Her heart fluttered in her chest.
If he used that smile more often, she would be on her knees begging for his attention.
“Thank you,” she said.
He moved up on the bed until he was directly facing her, lifting her chin with one finger. He gazed into her eyes.
“You’re very welcome.”
Sophie couldn’t look away. The startling clearness of his eyes eased the pounding ache in her heart. The headache was gone, but her treacherous body was creating other problems, opening up and coming alive underneath his searching gaze.
It was as if her body became active when she was around him. No other man had ever created these conflicting feelings.
Sophie went from wanting to cover up and hide to wanting to drop the sheet and beg him to make love to her.
“I can smell you,” he hissed.
Sophie watched as he got up from the bed and paced the room. It was a small room for such a large man to walk repeatedly in the same pattern.
There she went again, thinking of him as a man rather than a vampire.
When his words registered, Sophie couldn’t stop the blush staining the tops of her breasts working its way up into her cheeks. She bowed her head, embarrassed.
She heard him curse, and moments later he was on the bed before her. Sophie watched him through lowered lashes. She could safely observe him like this.
Robert sat there and looked at her. She could feel his ardent gaze lingering on the upper swells of her breasts where they peeked from beneath the bed sheet.
Her arms began to ache. The sheet, suddenly feeling heavy, slipped from her grasp. She gazed up as she heard his growl.
The noise—primal, heat-filled—echoed around the room. The sheet had fallen away to expose her full breasts and rounded, quivering belly to his eyes.
Interested to see what he thought, she took a chance and glanced at him. His gaze was searching her body. Absorbing it. He didn’t move. He just stared at her.
His pupils dilated and she watched as his eyes moved from one of her breasts to the other. They responded in kind, her nipples hardening to painful points. The knot in her stomach wound even tighter than before.
Sophie wanted…no, she needed him to reach across the small space separating them and touch her. She wanted to see him bend his head—without asking her permission—and suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She wanted his dark hair brushing over her naked skin. She wanted to see the darkness of his locks against her paleness.
Inside her head, she pleaded with him to take her.
Sophie closed her eyes, no longer able to look at him, hoping.
She cried out as his wet mouth sucked in her nipple. She opened her eyes. The vision before her was more beautiful and powerful than anything she could have imagined.
He circled the painful tip, flicking his tongue. She moaned as her hand moved up to grasp his soft hair.
Her legs fell wide open.
His hands went to her sides, pulling her down onto the bed until she was lying with her head resting on the pillow.
He moved over her. His erection, beneath the fabric of his trousers, thrust against her covered pelvis. She groaned as she felt how deeply he was affected by her.
His tongue went from one nipple to the other. She writhed beneath him, wanting more contact. She stirred with him, rubbing her body against his, enjoying the delightful friction they were creating between them.
Robert bit down suddenly, drawing blood from the side of her breast, and she screamed, jerking against his mouth. As his teeth pierced her flesh, she held on to his head, moving her hips faster against his shaft. She arched up into his touch, shaking her head from side to side.
Robert leant back to look at her. She saw
She looked at him, only to see him smiling.
“I told you my blood was the best painkiller.”
She smiled back. She couldn’t help it. When he did smile—which wasn’t often—it lit up his face. It transformed him from handsome to downright sinful. Her heart fluttered in her chest.
If he used that smile more often, she would be on her knees begging for his attention.
“Thank you,” she said.
He moved up on the bed until he was directly facing her, lifting her chin with one finger. He gazed into her eyes.
“You’re very welcome.”
Sophie couldn’t look away. The startling clearness of his eyes eased the pounding ache in her heart. The headache was gone, but her treacherous body was creating other problems, opening up and coming alive underneath his searching gaze.
It was as if her body became active when she was around him. No other man had ever created these conflicting feelings.
Sophie went from wanting to cover up and hide to wanting to drop the sheet and beg him to make love to her.
“I can smell you,” he hissed.
Sophie watched as he got up from the bed and paced the room. It was a small room for such a large man to walk repeatedly in the same pattern.
There she went again, thinking of him as a man rather than a vampire.
When his words registered, Sophie couldn’t stop the blush staining the tops of her breasts working its way up into her cheeks. She bowed her head, embarrassed.
She heard him curse, and moments later he was on the bed before her. Sophie watched him through lowered lashes. She could safely observe him like this.
Robert sat there and looked at her. She could feel his ardent gaze lingering on the upper swells of her breasts where they peeked from beneath the bed sheet.
Her arms began to ache. The sheet, suddenly feeling heavy, slipped from her grasp. She gazed up as she heard his growl.
The noise—primal, heat-filled—echoed around the room. The sheet had fallen away to expose her full breasts and rounded, quivering belly to his eyes.
Interested to see what he thought, she took a chance and glanced at him. His gaze was searching her body. Absorbing it. He didn’t move. He just stared at her.
His pupils dilated and she watched as his eyes moved from one of her breasts to the other. They responded in kind, her nipples hardening to painful points. The knot in her stomach wound even tighter than before.
Sophie wanted…no, she needed him to reach across the small space separating them and touch her. She wanted to see him bend his head—without asking her permission—and suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She wanted his dark hair brushing over her naked skin. She wanted to see the darkness of his locks against her paleness.
Inside her head, she pleaded with him to take her.
Sophie closed her eyes, no longer able to look at him, hoping.
She cried out as his wet mouth sucked in her nipple. She opened her eyes. The vision before her was more beautiful and powerful than anything she could have imagined.
He circled the painful tip, flicking his tongue. She moaned as her hand moved up to grasp his soft hair.
Her legs fell wide open.
His hands went to her sides, pulling her down onto the bed until she was lying with her head resting on the pillow.
He moved over her. His erection, beneath the fabric of his trousers, thrust against her covered pelvis. She groaned as she felt how deeply he was affected by her.
His tongue went from one nipple to the other. She writhed beneath him, wanting more contact. She stirred with him, rubbing her body against his, enjoying the delightful friction they were creating between them.
Robert bit down suddenly, drawing blood from the side of her breast, and she screamed, jerking against his mouth. As his teeth pierced her flesh, she held on to his head, moving her hips faster against his shaft. She arched up into his touch, shaking her head from side to side.
Robert leant back to look at her. She saw
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