The Ninja Vampire's Girl (4 page)

Clothing fell about our feet. I turned and wiggled my shoulders while Zane tugged at the corset strings crisscrossing down my back. The sun brightened the world outside, but I'd hastily pulled the curtains and Zane helped me throw a blanket over the pale bedroom sheers to darken the room.

The stiff corset loosened and fell. Zane's hands eased along my spine, massaging.

"How'd you know I needed that?" I asked, but the question ended in a satisfied moan.

"You've marks on your pretty flesh, love. Let me kiss them away."

His hot mouth touched me there, where the corset had imprisoned me, and there, soft and tender, a dash of his tongue easing away the aches. A tickle and then the sizzle as our body heat combined in a wicked dance.

I gasped as his hands glided down my hips and his kisses moved to the top of my derriere. There he licked a zigzagging line over my skin, burning his mark into me.

I reached back, slipping my fingers into his spiky hair, unable to ask for what I wanted, and surrendering to the devastating touches.

"Turn about, love."

He knelt before me, shirt off, and exposed abs and delts that required merciless licking and maybe even a few love nips. I was naked, and had never stood so boldly before a man on his knees before. I wanted to clasp my arms across my breasts.

And then I wanted to be worshipped by the twinkle in his deep blue eye.

Tossing back my head, I closed my eyes to the first touch of his tongue to my mons. He glided along the
V
of my thigh and down to tease at my humming center. One hot stroke sent my body to a delicious shiver.

I raked my fingers through his hair and he rose to lift me and lay me on the bed, stretching my arms above my head and across the sheets as my hips rose to his ministrations. Oh, sweet mercy, he could have me in mind, body and soul.

And yes, even blood.

 

Coco's skin was like silk and had the fine color of milk chocolate warmed by the sun. The closest I'd ever get to the sun, surely. I could worship her endlessly, gliding my skin against hers and reacting to her subtle movements and pleading moans.

She wanted it all. And I wasn't about to deny her.

Finding my place, a finger against her nub, and trailing my tongue up her stomach, I suckled at each hard nipple, tendering the velvety flesh slowly, prolonging the raging climax I could sense building in her sleek body.

Her muscled tightened and flexed beneath my roaming hands. Her hips nudged mine, the contact rubbing her powder-silken skin against my harder-than-marble erection.

If ever a monster could be worthy of love, then I wanted that chance. In this woman's arms. In her heart. Hell, I wanted to enter her very soul.

"Please," she begged. "Come inside me now, Zane. Give yourself to me."

Sweet mercy, the power of her persuasion mastered me.

I hilted myself inside her and we both came at the same time, crying out, clutching one another and clinging out of desperation and, at the same time, joy. Skin crushed to skin, sighs harmonizing, we became one another. We spoke a silent promise.

Muscles tensing and releasing with climax I bowed my head to her breast, grazing my fangs, which always came down during sex, along her moist skin.

"Yes," she gasped, curling her fingers about my skull. "Bite me again, lover."

This time I pricked her shallowly, fully aware I still pricked her deeply with my cock, and the intense orgasm reignited as her chocolate blood melted on my tongue. It deepened her pleasure, too, bringing up the giddy she'd flirtatiously asked for before. This was the soul-claiming part. And together we dove into the beginning of what felt like love.

"You're mine, love," I whispered.

"The ninja vampire's girl." Shuddering with traces of orgasm, she sighed and kissed my shoulder. "I like the sound of that."

I chuckled against her breast. "Works for me."