"About to come . . ." Suddenly, he grew motionless. "Right upon your talented tongue!" With a brutal roar, he ejaculated, spurting hard jets against the back of her mouth.
She felt every shudder rippling through his powerful body, felt his shaft pumping between her lips as he bellowed to the ceiling.
Warmth slipped down her throat as he yelled his approval, "Yes, yes, Lizvetta!"
On and on it continued, while his hips jerked helplessly to her mouth.
When he gave a last groan, tugging her off him, she collapsed back on the bed, catching her breath, unable to mask her surprise.
How exciting. How primal. She stretched her arms over her head and smiled-
"You liked that?" he sneered. He was angry with her? "Unexpected Elizabeth . . ."
Too much. Again the pleasure was unforgettable.
As if Elizabeth was branding his mind with these memories.
Her eager exploration of him . . . the way her pouty lips had sealed around his shaft, her little cheeks hollowing as she'd sucked . . . her smile after she'd wantonly accepted his spend.
She'd told him she would haunt him after she was gone. He narrowed his gaze on her.
She might.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Lothaire pressed one knee to the bed. "Part your thighs."
"Guess not."
When she eased her legs open, he began to harden once more, not even surprising him this time. He was insatiable for her.
Which wouldn't do. I'll worry about that later.
He cupped her sex-gods almighty, she had liked sucking him and swallowing his seed. She was wet with desire, so ready to be fucked-if not with his cock, then with his fingers.
He sank one inside her, probably the first time she'd ever been touched like this.
She gasped. "Lothaire, that feels so good. . . ."
"Do you ache for me here?"
"I-is that my reward? Are you going to have sex with me?"
Her seeming delight at the prospect aggravated him anew. Too much. He was roiling inside, and she was the cause of it. "No. As a mortal, you're not strong enough to receive me." Not a match for me at all. Lacking in every way! "I'm going to use my fingers."
He stirred the one inside her. She was too tight, her maidenhead getting in the way. "This needs to go."
"What . . . what are you talking about? That's starting to hurt, Lothaire."
He was hurting her? He wanted to. He was obsessing about her more than his revenge, more than his vows.
Something is wrong with me. I despise her kind! He began forcing a second finger into her. Holding her gaze, he commanded her, "Take it, Elizabeth. Take them deep."
When he'd wedged both inside, spreading them, her tears welled. "You can't."
"I can! Your maidenhead's mine." He drew his fingers out, thrusting them back in.
"Please stop . . ." She scrambled back, but he pinned his free hand over her neck. Her head fell to the side, her eyes squeezed shut.
Elizabeth couldn't be his. I did not subject my fragile female to death row for half a decade. Of course it wasn't her. He wouldn't have taken his Bride's virginity with a crude thrust of his fingers. . . .
I wouldn't have vowed to obliterate her soul.
Reassured, he relaxed somewhat, able to rein in his anger. "Don't fret-the pain will be worth it." He found himself smoothing her hair from her face as he let her adjust to the fullness inside. "It still hurts?"
When she nodded up at him with glinting eyes, something twisted in his chest. How could anyone harm her? So beautiful, so trusting. "Tender little mortal . . . I'll make it better, then."
"J-just give me a second."
"Shhh, Lizvetta." He removed his fingers, kneeling on the floor at the end of the mattress. "I told you I'd reward you." Lowering his head, he kissed her navel, and lower.
"Wait, you can't do that! Not after you just . . . Oh, stop!" Again she scrambled away, but he clamped her hips, snatching her back.
"What are you doing?" she cried.
"Taking all of what's mine." Hands splayed under her ass, he lifted her like a bowl to his lips, pressing his opened mouth between her legs, slipping his tongue into her folds.
"Lothaire, no- Oh! Ohhh . . ."
He tasted the sweet bite of virgin's blood mixed with her own honey; growling low in his throat, he almost spilled on the floor. "Dreamed of tasting you, Lizvetta." He nibbled, he licked, he devoured.
When she began rocking to his tongue, he eased his forefinger back inside her wetness, stirring her. Then he curled it upward until he found that subtly ridged flesh.
Her hidden little spot swelled, waiting to be found by a seeking male. "Have you ever had a man tickle you here?" He gave it a stroke.
"Lo-THAIRE!" she screamed, her back bowing.
"You sound surprised," he teased. "I take it you like this? Was it worth a bit of pain in the beginning?" As he rubbed it again, he darted his tongue over her clitoris-
"Oh, my God," she sobbed, clenching the sheets.
"I told you I'd teach you how good it can feel."
"Don't stop . . . don't stop!"
He stilled his finger inside her, chuckling against her flesh.
"You devil!" She twisted her hips, writhing wildly to get his finger back on that spot.
Sexy piece!
"Lothaire, stop teasin' me!"
"Tease?" His cock was throbbing. Already, he felt the beginning tremors. "It's the least I can do since you're about to make me come on my carpet."
Panting, she leaned up on her elbows, her eyes wide. "Are you about to-"
Another curl of his finger had her collapsing back with a strangled cry, her knees falling wide.
Chapter 34
Ellie heard the vampire laughing again, but this time it sounded much more strained.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, she stared down at his pale head bent over her as he swirled his tongue, softly caressing her inside.
"Uhn, getting so wet," he growled, relentless.
She was close, and he kept her right on the edge. That frightening intensity she'd felt with him before returned stronger than ever.
Yet then . . . movement flittered within her chest. No. It can't be.
Then it happened again.
"Ask me to let you come," Lothaire told her, "and I might-"
"No. . . . No!" Saroya had begun taking over. Twice in one day?
He raised his head. "No?"
"She's trying to rise!" Ellie leaned up. "Lothaire, I want this. Don't make me go. Please, I have to feel this!"
"You obey me, Lizvetta. You stay with me."
She gave a shaky nod. "I-I'll try."
"Look at me." His gaze held hers, the hypnotic red mesmerizing her. Like staring into embers. "This pleasure is for you alone to enjoy. You remain with me for this."
Saroya had already stolen so much from her. Ellie refused to surrender this as well. She resisted her with everything she had.
Waiting . . . fighting . . .