his yearning, his struggle to remain in control. She tilted her head back and kissed him. She could taste her own blood but she didn’t care—he needed her blood and she was happy to give it to him.
He returned her kiss, poking his tongue inside her mouth, and she accepted him like she wanted to accept his cock between her legs.
“Get naked, please,” she begged, her fingers going to his shirt, trying to rip it off his body. His skin…she hungered to feel his skin pressed against her own.
Since their bonding three years ago, she hadn’t been able to bear another man coming near her, let alone touching her intimately. The time at the bar had reflected her desperation to force Robert back into her life. Katie and she needed the protection but, more than that, she needed the vampire who’d started this hunger within her. Dancing with the man had been a means to an end. Sophie had used him.
She’d had nothing to keep her company but thoughts of him, hot flashes of fantasy that lasted only a short time, satisfying her body but never her mind.
She couldn’t think of her heart. She couldn’t love a vampire. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Robert pulled his shirt off and pressed his naked chest to hers. Their groans mingled between fervent kisses.
Although they were together, it still wasn’t complete. He still had his trousers on. She wanted them off. She wanted them both naked. She moved her hands down his back, sinking her nails in as a wave of pleasure rolled through her.
Passion—blinding passion—consumed them both.
“Take these off,” she asked.
Robert left her for a split second. She watched as he unbuckled his belt. There was something carnal in watching him undo his zip. Her body responded to the sound. Her pussy clenched and her clit seem to pulse as a fresh wave of desire assailed her. He wore no underwear. Her breath stopped as she got her first look at him. He was beautiful, his muscles big and bulging. He was twice the size of her, which should have terrified her, but his size made her feel safe and excited. Her gaze travelled further down. A patch of hair traced a path to his throbbing erection. She gulped. Sophie had nothing to compare it to—there had been no other men before him. But he was huge, the head of his cock flared, moisture leaking out of the tip.
She searched his eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
He simply waited for her response.
Sophie didn’t know what to do. On one hand, she was terrified of what she wanted—what her body craved. On the other, she was suddenly desperate to be loved, to let all her problems melt away in the arms of this man.
Her desire to feel safe and loved was stronger than her terror.
She opened her arms to receive him again.
He went back to her, pulling the cover out of his way and tossing it off the bed. She lay open to him, her arms still spread wide in invitation, ready to accept him.
He took her in his arms, moving one arm underneath her head to provide her with a cushion. It didn’t matter that a cushion lay perfectly ready to rest her head. Robert wanted to be her cushion, to have her body lying on his. Sophie moved to the side so she could hug him.
He entwined their fingers as he took her lips in another kiss.
She inserted her leg between his as he held her against his body.
It might have been hours that they lay like that, kissing. Holding each other. Sophie didn’t know why, but she felt like she was falling in love with him. She couldn’t describe the feeling. He didn’t rush to take her body—he didn’t just want her virginity. Instead he touched her, learning her body and allowing her to learn his. In moments like this she could forget he was a vampire—he was just her Robert.
“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered against her lips.
She smiled, loving the compliment.
“Thank you.” She didn’t know what else to say.
He kissed her again to soothe her. He curved his hand over her stomach.
He returned her kiss, poking his tongue inside her mouth, and she accepted him like she wanted to accept his cock between her legs.
“Get naked, please,” she begged, her fingers going to his shirt, trying to rip it off his body. His skin…she hungered to feel his skin pressed against her own.
Since their bonding three years ago, she hadn’t been able to bear another man coming near her, let alone touching her intimately. The time at the bar had reflected her desperation to force Robert back into her life. Katie and she needed the protection but, more than that, she needed the vampire who’d started this hunger within her. Dancing with the man had been a means to an end. Sophie had used him.
She’d had nothing to keep her company but thoughts of him, hot flashes of fantasy that lasted only a short time, satisfying her body but never her mind.
She couldn’t think of her heart. She couldn’t love a vampire. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Robert pulled his shirt off and pressed his naked chest to hers. Their groans mingled between fervent kisses.
Although they were together, it still wasn’t complete. He still had his trousers on. She wanted them off. She wanted them both naked. She moved her hands down his back, sinking her nails in as a wave of pleasure rolled through her.
Passion—blinding passion—consumed them both.
“Take these off,” she asked.
Robert left her for a split second. She watched as he unbuckled his belt. There was something carnal in watching him undo his zip. Her body responded to the sound. Her pussy clenched and her clit seem to pulse as a fresh wave of desire assailed her. He wore no underwear. Her breath stopped as she got her first look at him. He was beautiful, his muscles big and bulging. He was twice the size of her, which should have terrified her, but his size made her feel safe and excited. Her gaze travelled further down. A patch of hair traced a path to his throbbing erection. She gulped. Sophie had nothing to compare it to—there had been no other men before him. But he was huge, the head of his cock flared, moisture leaking out of the tip.
She searched his eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
He simply waited for her response.
Sophie didn’t know what to do. On one hand, she was terrified of what she wanted—what her body craved. On the other, she was suddenly desperate to be loved, to let all her problems melt away in the arms of this man.
Her desire to feel safe and loved was stronger than her terror.
She opened her arms to receive him again.
He went back to her, pulling the cover out of his way and tossing it off the bed. She lay open to him, her arms still spread wide in invitation, ready to accept him.
He took her in his arms, moving one arm underneath her head to provide her with a cushion. It didn’t matter that a cushion lay perfectly ready to rest her head. Robert wanted to be her cushion, to have her body lying on his. Sophie moved to the side so she could hug him.
He entwined their fingers as he took her lips in another kiss.
She inserted her leg between his as he held her against his body.
It might have been hours that they lay like that, kissing. Holding each other. Sophie didn’t know why, but she felt like she was falling in love with him. She couldn’t describe the feeling. He didn’t rush to take her body—he didn’t just want her virginity. Instead he touched her, learning her body and allowing her to learn his. In moments like this she could forget he was a vampire—he was just her Robert.
“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered against her lips.
She smiled, loving the compliment.
“Thank you.” She didn’t know what else to say.
He kissed her again to soothe her. He curved his hand over her stomach.
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