Savannah Past Midnight (21 page)

In a blur of motion he flips us again, and this time
I’m straddling him.

His voice, as dark and seductive as midnight, drifts
through the air between us. “Show me then.”

Oh, I intend to ….

I draw the seduction out, taking my time as I reach
beneath his shirt, caressing the smooth muscles that jump and flex
beneath my touch. He leans up a bit and pulls his shirt off. I
hardly notice as the black T goes sailing through the air landing
silently next to our bed. I drink in his impressive visage. The
detailed black tattoos are equal parts menacing and sexy, worn by a
vampire that backs them up perfectly. I can tell that he likes it
when I stare at him because his mouth is parted and his imposing
fangs have dropped. Just the thought of him thrusting them into me
causes another wave of heat to rip straight through me. Wasting no
time, I draw my dress over my head and toss it carelessly over my
shoulder.

“Hmm. You wore that bra again. Too bad.”

I pull back, confused by his statement. “Too
bad?”

He springs forward and lowers his tiger-like fangs
down to my chest, and before I can react, rips the material apart
in a savage display of lust.

His tongue starts lapping at one of my nipples as his
groan drift up to me, “Yeah, too fuckin’ bad for that bra. Seeing
how it looked on
these
drives me insane.”

Oh God.

His arms are wrapped around my waist and his
relentless circuit across my eager breasts is driving me wild. My
head drops back as the remains of my ruined bra slide right off my
arms.

“So good, Colton. I need you inside …
please.”

“Warning: lose the panties or they’re next.”

“Bad man.” I lift up and pull the black lace down my
thighs, shimmying out of them one leg at a time.

“Extremely bad,” he says with a wolfish stare.

His hands are working between us, eagerly unbuckling
his belt and kicking his jeans down and off his ankles. I hover
above him, just inches from his gorgeous shaft when he begins to
rub and caress my clit. His pacing is wicked perfection as he purrs
darkly, “Damn, baby, it’s times like this I wonder why we ever even
bother leaving the bed.”

“So close, Colton ….”

His fingers pull away and I groan at the loss.

His wide palms wrap around my hips, forcing me down
onto the very tip of his straining cock. “Not until I say so,
sugar. You know my rules.”

“Oh!”

I cry out as his right palm connects with a firm
smack against my bare ass. The stinging heat is nothing compared to
the delicious stretching of his determined entry. The overwhelming
sensation of his invading sex, so thick and hot, forces another
desperate sound to rise up out of my throat as he lowers me down
onto him, inch by mouth-watering inch. He fills me completely, and
even though I’m above him, the way he’s gripping me, directing me,
lets me know
exactly
who’s in charge of our lovemaking.

“Oh, God, yes!”

The first commanding thrust comes hard and fast as he
lifts me only seconds before his hips buck up from below. The
pressure of taking him like this, so impossibly deep, is
outstanding. He gives me no time to adjust as his hold tightens on
my waist, and I cry out as he begins lifting and lowering me
effortlessly, forcing me to accept his plunging heat. The driving
rhythm soon elicits screams of dark pleasure as he works me
aggressively on his steel hard sex.

He grits out through clenched teeth, “Fuckin’ love
this pussy, so damn soft and beautiful and all
mine
! Rub
yourself, wanna see you give it up to me.”

I’m drawn so tightly, so close and on the verge that
I struggle not to pitch forward onto his chest. I bring my shaking
hand down between my slick folds to do as he instructed. My middle
finger passes twice across my clit and the brief contact combined
with how deeply he is seated inside of me ignites a blast of
euphoria.

“Ah! Colton!”

My mind swirls in absolute rapture. All rational
thought is wiped away as the devastating force of the orgasm rolls
through me, wave after rapturous wave.

“Yeah, that’s right, cum all over that cock. It’s all
for you!”

The pleasure is still rocking me to my core as I pull
my hair quickly to the side and lean in to offer him my neck. “Do
it,” I rasp.

He gives me a fierce look before plunging his
predatory fangs deep into my bare skin.

I cry out at the breach, more in shock at his
savagery than from any actual pain. Immediately he begins drinking,
drawing in deep, sucking pulls from me, never once breaking the
tight connection as his strong arms lift and lower me over and over
again onto him, knowing how I adore it when he’s vicious, nearly
brutal when he fucks.

The throaty sound of triumph vibrates across my neck
a second before he releases inside of me, cumming with relentless
force. His arms bind me impossibly tight as he snarls down into the
bite, clearly lost in the devastating orgasm that’s rocketing
through him.

We’re locked together and panting hard when he slowly
pulls his fangs out. I bury my face down into the curve of his neck
and inhale deeply, loving the perfect male scent that is unique
only to him. His hand comes up to tenderly stoke my hair then draws
a slow trail down my back. I always love the quiet closeness we
share that invariably seems to follow on the heels of the wild
storm of our animalistic sex.

His whispers softly against my hair, “You’re my
princess. You’re all mine, you know that, don’t you?”

I plant a row of passionate kisses on his corded neck
and along his jaw line until I reach the very corner of his full
lips. “Yes, Colton. Only yours, always,” I whisper back to him in
the near darkness.

“Good. ’Cause I’m gonna spend the rest of my
existence showing you precisely how much you mean to me.”

His lips brush softly against mine and it’s clear
that he requires no response.

“
A
ll right, cowboy, we’re
here. Can you guess?”

Her hands cover my eyes as I listen closely, quickly
recognizing the sound of flowing water. It’s everywhere, gurgling
like it’s coming from several different directions … maybe
from fountains? There’s also a pervasive floral scent in the air,
but not like the air in the south. This is headier, richer. “I’m
not sure,” I say, “maybe somewhere in the tropics? Puerto
Rico?”

Her gleeful laugh rings out all around us. “Wrong.
Here, I’ve made you wait long enough, but I have to say, I love it
when we play this game.”

I grumble, “Come on, woman, let me see.”

“You’re so very alpha. You know that, right?”

“And getting more alpha by the minute.”

“All right, all right, my impatient one. The big
reveal. Ready, one, two, three!”

Her hands fly away and I stare around at high,
manicured walls of dense green foliage that’s perfectly balanced
alongside low, narrow pools of water. Spouting fountains are at the
end of each turn of the stylized garden, which seems to be a
labyrinth of some kind. I turn in all directions, taking in the
beauty, from the robust roses in shades of cherry red, pink, and
white to the detailed layout that seems to go on forever.

“This place, my God, it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen
before. Where are we?”

She’s watching me closely. Finally a beaming smile
forms on her lips. “Wanna take a stab at which country at
least?”

“Hmm, maybe France or Portugal?”

“Close. We’re at Alhambra in southern Spain.”

Still stunned by the beauty of the place, I murmur,
“Spain. Outstanding. You brought us here, so it’s obviously a place
you’ve visited before.”

She casts her eyes around appreciatively. “Yes. This
is a very special place that I’ve been waiting to show you, Colton.
Long before we met I would come here whenever I needed to make
sense of things. When I was feeling lost, I guess. As you can see,
it has a calming effect. Anyhow, I wanted to share this with you,
especially since you appreciate architecture so much.” She turns to
point up at a Moorish palace that sits high atop a nearby hill. Its
impressive light tan walls stand out against the star-filled
midnight sky as she continues, “We have a lot of ground to cover in
this majestic place, lover, so where would you like to start?”

“Where would I like to start?”

“Mmm, hmm. Anywhere you like.”

I reach out and snap a full white rose off a nearby
branch and tuck it carefully behind her left ear. She smiles
serenely at me as I thread my fingers through hers and take a
single step closer to her before tipping my chin down to whisper
right against her beautiful mouth, “Right here, wildcat.”

I drink in her soft sigh as our lips connect, all the
while thinking to myself,
You did it, you lucky bastard. You
actually made it straight through hell in order to find this
flawless, extraordinary love
.

* * *

A
merican erotic romance
author Christine Edwards grew up on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an
early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn
a bachelor's degree in Art History from the College of Charleston
in South Carolina. For many years she was the director of a
contemporary art gallery in Charleston's historic French
Quarter.

Christine has a special place in her heart for
reading and writing erotic tales. She continues to publish stories
that immerse readers in exotic and realistic geographic settings
amid interesting subcultures of adult life. Within the vein of BDSM
romance, her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships
involving intense alpha males and strong-willed, passionate
heroines.

An avid skier, she will take on just about anything
that is vertical. Christine resides in the Deep South.

Savannah Past
Midnight
is her seventh
novel and the second book in the Past Midnight series.

Please visit Christine online at
www.christineedwardsauthor.com.