Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Xander paused and remained unmoving, like a statue.
I took the gown completely off. “Just. . .one more. . .”
I threw the gown at his chest.
Silent, his eyes concentrated on my nipples.
I loved that look in his eyes. No one has ever looked at me like that.
I brushed my hands over my breasts and shivered.
His fangs erupted from his gums. “Put your gown back on.”
“Put it on for me.”
“Blasted woman,” he cursed. “If I make love to you, Camille, you’ll resent me and feel violated when you wake up.”
I blinked a few times. “What would you do to me if there was a storm outside?”
His lips parted. His eyebrows lifted, and then he chuckled. He checked the window as if to see if it were raining. “What? Why did you ask me that? There’s no storm.”
“Would you have me hold you until the lightning and thunder went away?”
He paused from laughing and targeted me with his gaze. “I’m no child, coddled by his mother’s arms. If a storm were outside and you were not drunk from my bite, I would fuck you hard to see if your moans could drown out the thunder.”
“Fuck me now.”
His hand clenched and unclenched. “Having sex with a woman drunk off her first bite is like rape.”
“Then just remind me that I begged you.” Rushing his way, I quickly straddled him, balancing my weight on his erection as it stayed confined underneath his pants. I had to release it. “Do you want me, Prince?”
“Don’t call me that.”
I fluttered my eyelashes and giggled. “Do you want me, Xander?”
“Yes, I do.” His hands shot to my waist and slid down to my thighs. “And now that I’ve bit you, I want you even more.”
His hands journeyed up my thighs and slipped around the curve of my behind. He tenderly squeezed my flesh. My throbbing clit swelled until I thought I would explode. Moaning, I rubbed myself against his thickness.
Xander groaned. “Stop.”
I continued to guide my sensitive bud against his length, sliding it toward his hard tip and then slipping down to his cushioned balls.
Damn you. Please give it to me.
My panties soaked with arousal.
Xander inhaled. I could hear his sharp intake of breath. A rumble thundered in his chest. “Please stop.”
“If I stop, it will be to take my panties off.”
Snarling, he flipped me over to my back and jumped off the bed. His hand dove into his pants and seized his cock. Xander backed away. “When we make love, you’ll be sober.”
“Get back in this bed.” I sucked my teeth.
He paused, walked toward me as if he were in a trance, and then halted, cursing under his breath. “No.”
“Fine. Then join me from there.” My hands plunged into my panties.
I began pleasuring myself.
My finger entered my slick tunnel. Hot and wet flesh surrounded it. I cried out, grinding and thrusting into my hand.
Our eyes met across the room.
Xander wrenched his huge cock out of his pants, gripping himself and moving with my rhythm on the bed.
“Bring it to me,” I begged.
He groaned. His muscles bulged and wavered in the moons’ light.
“Ambi, help me. I can’t stay away from you if I remain in this room.” In a blur, he shoved his cock back into his pants and fled.
The drapes swung back and forth from the force of him sprinting away.
I blinked. “Xander!”
And though he disappeared, his alluring presence remained. His salty flavor clung to my tongue. The air thickened with his scent, drowning me until I could barely breathe. His groans drifted inside my head.
Heat lingered on the sheets where he’d lain and my body still pulsed with an awakening he had caused.
I yelled. “Xander!”
But, he never returned.
Chapter 7
An Unimaginable Hunger
Camille
Xander. . .come back. . .and bite me. . .
All day, I lay awake with a burning desire that scorched me from the inside out. My skin grew clammy and hot from longing.
Every time I closed my eyes Xander’s fangs filled my vision.
Please. . .
I licked my lips, craving his sharp bite. The erotic puncture of my neck. The lush sucking of my blood into his warm, full lips.
Xander. . .
My nipples stiffened and ached. My pussy pulsed and slicked with arousal. Beneath the sheets, I rocked my hips, seeking any delicious friction that I could get.
Xander. . .somebody. . .anybody. . .bite me. . .
My clit throbbed, desperate for the touch of his hand. His hot, wet mouth. Those long, sharp fangs.
If only I could summon Xander.
I wanted to reach out and pull him into my arms. Stand on my toes and press my lips to his. Feel the kiss, the heat of his skin, his erection bumping against the softness of my belly, my breasts, my nipples. All I wanted was the weight of his body on mine. The fragrant smell of his skin. The hotness of his bite.