Content advisory: m/f sex
This excerpt is from the upcoming summer release of my urban fantasy romance, Crimson.
Blurb: Alex Connor only wants to help the woman he secretly loves. Instead, he walks into a trap, plunging him into an unforgiving world of vampires, black magic, and revenge.
A faint odor Crystal hadn’t noticed before tickled her nostrils when she stepped inside her cool dark apartment. She stopped and gaped.
A man-child lay curled on the floor, covered with one of her fancy quilts. Fangs peeked between his parted lips.
What the hell?
She found Alex burrowed under a pile of blankets in the bedroom. A prayer of thanks slipped from her.
She padded into the bathroom and filled the tub. Then she stripped off her filthy clothes and slid into the steaming water with a deep sigh of pleasure. Lathering herself in sweet smelling bath gel, she slowly unwound. As the tension drained out of her total exhaustion set in. Her eyelids fluttered. So tired...
She awoke in cold water, her skin pruned up and clammy. Holy hell. How long had she been in there?
She escaped the icy bath and dried off. The only clean clothing in the bathroom was a pair of black lace panties and a matching t-shirt. They would have to do.
Scantily dressed, she took a deep breath and slipped into the bedroom.
“Okay buster, I’m not sleeping in the same room with a little vampire who might wake up and mistake me for breakfast,” she whispered.
She pulled back the blankets and slid in with Alex. Still asleep, he moved to settle close beside her. Brazenly admiring his naked body, her eyes fastened on an elaborate tattoo of a bird on his lower stomach.
She wanted to trace the markings with her finger. Restraining the urge, her gaze wandered on down and she flushed with heat. Even flaccid he was large, and her fingers itched to touch him there, too.
Repositioning, she curled up close to him, her back against his chest. Despite the mountain of blankets on the bed, his skin remained cool.
His steady slow heartbeat comforted her.
***
Alex opened his eyes with a start.
Holy shit!
He wasn’t alone.
Crystal lay pressed against him, warming his nude body. In his sleep, he’d draped his arm over her and tucked it around her waist. The mattress dipped just enough from their weight to fit them snuggle together, skin to skin.
She was safe.
Relief flooded him and swept aside everything but the joy of having her in his arms. And something else, something he didn’t want, but none the less was there.
With pleasure, he inhaled the sweet scent of her hair.
How could he deny his feelings for her when he’d been willing to kill her own brother to save her? Willing to battle Michael to the death to save her?
The heady fragrance of clean skin, lavender soap, and her natural, tantalizing scent eddied through him. The warmth of her skin had spread to his, and he wanted to blanket himself with her.
Burrowing his face in her silky hair, he drew the flowery scent of her shampoo into his lungs.
She stirred, pressing her butt into his groin.
Cock stiffening, he groaned and pressed his forehead against her shoulder. He should back off while he could. He should get up and let her sleep. Because he could bring her nothing but heartache and danger.
Instead, he shoved the sheet aside to get a better look at her. The tiny t-shirt and scrap of lace underwear left nothing to his rampaging imagination. His cock pulsed in unbridled agreement.
He stroked her shoulder, relishing her warm skin under the thin fabric. He wanted to run his hands over her curves. Wanted to kiss and lick every inch of her. Wanted to sink his teeth in her. Wanted to finish what they’d almost done once before...and she would let him.
Her breath caught. She was awake.
Excitement thrumming through him, he ran his finger down her silky arm.
She rolled over and faced him. A smile curved her lips, showing small, perfect teeth.
“Alex.” It came out like a warm caress. She touched his cheek with the tips of her fingers, stroking over his skin.
Unable to stop himself, he sank his hand into her thick golden hair and brushed his lips against hers in a feather-light kiss. Velvet soft lips returned the kiss. Moaning against his mouth, she caressed his back with long sweeping strokes.
His muscles jerked under her hand.
He craved her warm, gentle touch.
Shit, don’t do this.
She deserved so much more than he could give her.
She’s mine, damn it.
She’d been his from the moment she’d saved his life, risking her own for his, trusting him when he hadn’t trusted himself.
Breathing hard, he ran his tongue over her yielding lower lip then slid in and stroked, tasting the berry flavor of her mouth.
God, he needed her. Needed to possess her, body and soul. Needed to lick and taste her most secret places. Needed to bury his cock in her and claim her. Needed to taste her blood again.
Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hand down to the small of her back. As he plundered her mouth, he pressed her tighter against his rock-hard length and thought he might die from pleasure.
With a sigh, he broke the kiss, ran his hand lower and cupped her firm ass. Her eyes locked with his. The only thing separating him from where he wanted to go was the strip of lace between her legs.
She drew her leg up over his hip. Access granted he grasped himself, repositioned, and slid his cock against her lace covered crotch. God, her heat and the dampness of desire, along with the friction of rubbing on the thin fabric was almost more than he could take. Teeth clenched, he rocked against her crotch drawing a moan from deep within her. The intoxicating scent of her excitement lit up his senses and burned through him.
Sharp nails sank into his shoulder then she eased back and slipped her hand down between them. Warm fingers curled around him.
Alex sucked in his breath. “Oh, yeah, babe, that’s it,” he said as her hand began sliding up and down the length of him in slow but firm strokes.
A little hiss of pleasure escaped as his head kicked back.
A moment later, she released his cock and cradled his balls in her palm. She stroked her thumb over the thin, sensitive skin and Alex thought he was going to come before he even got a chance to get inside her.
He caught her hand. “You don’t want to keep doing that.” Grinning a little, he said, “Unless you want me to embarrass myself.”
Cool air replaced her warm hand on his sac as her fingers wandered up his stomach to his chest and traced over his taut muscles.
Jesus, she was going to make him come like an inexperienced school boy. No stopping this time. He was taking what she offered, what already belonged to him.
Lovely eyes met his as she touched his forearm with a gentleness that sent shudders of pleasure through him.
With a growl he reclaimed her lips. His balls were tight and achy with his need to get inside her. But not yet. Not until he took care of her.
Again he tasted her lips. Long stands of his hair fell around their faces. Without breaking the kiss, she caught a fist-full and stroked it back over his shoulder, out of their way.
He kissed along her jaw then nipped gently at her earlobe. The temptation to continue blazing a path down the column of her throat burned in him.
Instead, he claimed her lips again, slipping his tongue inside her mouth, stroking in and out, imitating what he was going to do between her legs.
Moaning, she rubbed her crotch against his. With a shudder he panted for breath against her hot mouth. He wanted inside her more than he’d ever wanted anything.
Heart pounding with excitement, he eased his hand under her t-shirt and caught one firm globe. Just enough to fill his palm with a little to spare. Cupping its weight, he caressed the nipple until she grasped his bicep and a deep moan poured from her.
Gently he rolled the firm bud between his thumb and index finger then lavished the same attention to the other little peak.
Murmurs of pleasure spurred him to abandon her breasts and slowly trace his hands down her body. One hand stopped on her hip, the other pushed under her panties then delved lower until his fingers touched her curls.
With his eyes locked on hers, he stroked her silken folds. “Alex,” she gasped and threw her head back on the pillow.
His jaw clenched with the need to take her. Forcing himself to delay his own gratification, he explored her secrets. Touching hot, swollen flesh. Stroking with the light touch of one finger, he pressed against her most sensitive spot and she rewarded him with a long moan.
She was all that mattered. Sunshine in his world of shadows. Light against the darkness. He’d wanted her and denied it for so long. Representing everything he’d desired but never had, everything beyond his reach, she was a jewel to possess and cherish.
He stroked her soft flesh, dipping a finger into her and spreading her moisture until she squirmed and pushed against his hand.
“Sure you want this?” he asked. “Because once I make you mine, I won’t let you go. Ever.”
“You know I want you.” Voice husky with desire, she rocked on his finger, urging him to pleasure her.
If only he could give her something special, something worthy of her. “I have nothing to offer you. You know that.”
“All I want is you,” she whispered.
“I’d give you the world if I could.”
“I only want you.”
Inching her panties down, he worked them over her hips and down her silky legs, running his fingers over her skin. He slipped the scrap of lace off and tossed it on the floor.
Hands skimming back up her sides, he hooked her t-shirt as he went. She lifted her arms as he pulled the shirt off and dropped it over the edge of the bed.
Shifting onto her back, she lay gloriously nude. At his first complete look at her, he sucked in his breath with appreciation. Even more lovely than he’d imagined, she lay before him like an offering from the gods. His.
He bent and fastened his mouth on her breast, teasing her flesh. With a low growl, he nipped then ran his tongue over her nipple, soothing the slight bite. Drawing the peak into his mouth, he suckled on the hard bud.
Crystal moaned and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling him tighter against her breast.
Groaning, she arched her back, jutting her breasts forward. “Alex.”
Again he lapped the soft flesh then clamped his mouth over the nipple and sucked.
As he continued his assault on her breasts, his hand crept down her body and burrowed between her thighs. Gasping, she spread her legs wider and pushed up as he sank two fingers deep into her slick, wet heat.
Hips bucking against his hand, she rode his fingers. “Please, Alex. I need to feel you in me.”
God, he wanted to jump on her and plunge into that wet warmth to give her what she begged for. His cock throbbed. “Not yet, my beauty.”
Lavishing attention on her sensitive nub with this thumb, his caresses became firmer with each stroke. Keeping up the lick, he worked her nub, bringing her close to climax before withdrawing his fingers.
Whimpering with need, she clung to him.
Easing down on the bed, he positioned himself between her legs then glanced up and met her hot stare. With a grunt of anticipation, he stroked his hands down her warm, smooth thighs, urging her to open her legs wider. Unable to take his eyes off her shiny, wet center, the urge to ram inside her nearly overwhelmed him.
Bending, he kissed her inner thigh. As her breath came in rapid pants, her muscles tightened beneath his questing lips. After blazing a trail of hot kisses down to the juncture of her thighs, he stopped and met her gaze.
“Alex,” she moaned. “God, don’t stop.”
Grinning, he asked, “What do you want me to do?”
“Touch me.”
“Like this?” Lowering his head, he touched the tip of his tongue to her center.
A long moan came out of her.
“That what you want, babe?”
“Yes! Oh God, Alex, yes.”
With a long sweep of his tongue, he tasted her, licking and swallowing the evidence of her desire.
Sweet and inviting, her flavor was paradise. Again, he stroked his tongue over her. Gasping, she arched upward, lifting her back off the bed.
He dipped his tongue inside her, flicking in and out until she sank her fingers in his hair, fisting the long strands, pulling hard. He barely noticed. In a haze of lust, he licked up to her nub, caressing it with tiny strokes.
“Alex, please... You’re killing me.” She moaned and shuddered under his tongue.
Satisfaction curled his lips into a smile against her tender flesh.
God, he wanted this. He’d fought it for so long and now he didn’t even know why.
Finally giving in, he eased up over her. She wrapped her arms around him, tugging him down to her. Supporting himself on his forearms, he fastened his mouth over hers, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
She spread her legs wide for him and broke their kiss. “Love me, Alex.” Soft hands stroked his back.
Needed no more urging, he settled into the cradle of her hips where his cock probed her entrance, seeking her core.
Arms tightening around him, she locked him in the warmth of her embrace. “I love you,” she whispered as her eyes darkened with passion. For him.
Oh God, did she mean that? No one had ever loved him. Was that what he felt for her in return? He knew it was, even if he couldn’t say it out loud.
Baring his teeth, he pushed inside her, stretching her to accommodate his size. She gasped as he filled her. For a moment, he didn’t dare move as her walls squeezed him tight.
With a moan she raised her hips, urging him on.
“That feel good?” he asked.
Groaning, she sank her nails into his back.
How had someone like him been so blessed? He didn’t deserve her. Yet she was in his arms and she loved him. A wave of protectiveness swept over him. He hadn’t been denied heaven, because she was it.
Rocking against her, he forced himself to keep it slow. Pushing up to join them skin to skin, she met his motions.
“Come on, Alex.” She moved faster, leaving no doubt about what she wanted.
“Fuck me hard,” she said and ran her nails along his back. He groaned with pleasure at the stinging burn and picked up his rhythm, wanting to make it good for her.
Panting, she moved under him. As she worked for release, she kissed his shoulder then licked his skin. The touch of her soft wet tongue was almost too much. He grunted and bit his lip in an effort to keep from losing control before he brought her to climax.
After settling, he flicked his tongue over her satiny neck. She slowly turned her head and tightened her fingers on his back. “Do it,” she breathed and closed her eyes.
Hesitating, savoring the moment, he wanted to sear it into his memory. “So beautiful,” he whispered then drove his fangs into her. She moaned and sank her nails into his back as he took from her and made her fully his.
Blood filled his mouth, slid down his throat, sweet and warm. He moaned against her skin and took more. This wasn’t feeding, this was communion with the one he loved. He wanted more, but he made himself stop.
Backing off the wound, he didn’t lap over the bite to seal it. Blood trickled down her neck, and as he pumped into her, he licked away the evidence of his claim.
Though he couldn’t go much longer, he was determined to make her orgasm. “This is what you want?” he panted out.
“God...yes,” she said and stroked his back.
He drove into her with everything he had. Groaning, she worked with him.
“Come for me,” he hissed and nipped her lower lip.
A tiny trail of blood ran from the bite mark at her throat and into her hair. Cleaning her with his tongue, he fought down the urge to strike again.
With a cry, she arched up, her contracting muscles squeezing and releasing him. When her shudders stopped, he let himself go—thrusting hard, driving for release.
A tingle at the base of his spine signaled his climax. Seconds later he exploded, filling her, wringing him out and leaving contentment in its wake. With a snarl of pleasure, his lips drew off his fangs. In that moment, he acknowledged to himself that he couldn’t exist without her. Not now. There was none like her and she was his.
In triumph he rode out his orgasm then lay panting on top of her, his face buried in her neck. Finally he sealed the bite with a sweep of his tongue and drank in her erotic scent. Reluctantly he slid from her tight channel and rolled off her.
Alex stared at the ceiling. “Are you sorry?” he whispered, heart thudding with dread.
Snuggling closer to him, she caressed his cheek. “No. I want to be with you, forever.” Then she hesitated. “Are you? Sorry?”
“Never.” Hell, he couldn’t wait to get inside her again. But her answer stabbed his heart, because he wanted her forever, too. And he could make it happen. But with a price she might not want to pay.
~***~
Copyright © 2011 Nickie Asher
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