His cock tilted toward her, and he did himself a favor and pressed his loins against her sex. She answered by slinging her arms around his neck and pulling his face to her.
“Kiss me like you mean it.” It was her demand, not his. Her wish, her choice.
Amaury’s hand snaked around her back, while the other one slid to the back of her neck. He took her mouth hard and without mercy, forcing her lips open, driving his tongue into her like the spear of an ancient warrior, and he conquered. There was no resistance. She was his.
With one hand he jerked the button to her jeans open, then pulled the zipper down. Like a mirror image she did the same to him. He needed both his hands to nudge her tight jeans down her hips.
“Help me.”
Her hands joined in, and seconds later her pants fell to the ground. His own followed moments later and were instantly followed by his shirt and the torn rags which used to be her t-shirt. He didn’t have the patience to let her take off her panties, so he ripped them off her. He’d buy her new ones. Actually, on second thought, he would make sure she’d never again wear any underwear.
Naked they stood in front of each other. The elevator had long since stopped on the top floor, but the door hadn’t opened. It would only do so if he used his key which was buried somewhere in the pile of clothes on the floor.
Amaury’s gaze swept over her nude form. She was a real blonde, evidenced by the soft blond curls guarding her sex. Without a word he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her thatch of hair, taking in her scent. His tongue darted out, taking its first taste. One lap was confirmation enough that he’d be lost. Her juices coated his tongue and spread in his mouth. His nostrils flared, his fangs itched. She was more delicious than any dish he remembered from the time when he was human. And tastier than any blood he’d ever tasted, except for hers. He let out a deep sigh and dug his hands into her backside to pull her closer to him.
Nina’s breathing appeared more uneven now, and his sensitive hearing picked up her rapid heartbeat. He looked up and found her watching him.
“Come down here.” He pulled her to the floor with him and placed her flat down before him, spreading her over the clothes. With deliberate movements he opened her legs and let his eyes devour her where his mouth would follow.
Her pink folds glistened with her desire, teasing his senses. Amaury sank his mouth onto her and explored her most intimate center. He realized instantly that he’d been wrong—his life would never go back to normal again, not after a night of passion in her arms.
Fifteen
Nina watched Amaury’s head dip between her legs, his dark mane obscuring his face. But she had caught a glimpse of his eyes just before she felt his mouth on her. Unbridled lust was edged into them. She’d never seen a man so determined.
God help her if somebody came into the elevator now, for she was certain nothing would distract him from his task, and she’d never felt so vulnerable in her entire life. And so intent on allowing him anything he wanted as long as it meant he would pleasure her.
She was surprised by the gentleness with which this big man, this powerful vampire, worshipped her body. She hadn’t expected the kind of finesse his tongue was exerting on her, not from him who could have easily crushed her with his weight.
But the way his tongue lapped against her eager petals was almost reverent. His movements were so slow, so mindful as if he was committing every detail to memory. Like a cartographer who drew a map of a newly discovered continent so he could find his way back.
Amaury murmured something against her skin which she couldn’t understand. But the reverberations echoed within her body, sending shivers through her cells. Nina arched her hips to force him to increase the pressure on her sensitive organ.
His response was a greedy moan. “Patience,” was all he said before the tip of his tongue sparred with the sensitive peak of her desire. He circled it like a warrior a wagon, then snatched the engorged nub between his lips and tugged. Like a lightning bolt the delicious sensation shot through her.
A desperate moan escaped her lips. “Oh, Amaury, oh, God!” Her reaction seemed to spur him on, give him new purpose. Again he lapped over her sensitive clit, tantalizing her even more when it was but a ghost of a touch. She needed more.
Nina shoved her hands into his hair and pulled his face from her sex. His blue eyes punctuated hers. “Harder!”
He shook his head, a wicked grin forming on his lips. Was he going to leave her frustrated once more? Was he playing with her again? She’d kill him if he did.
“I don’t want this to be over so soon. You taste too good.”