Welcome to Tease Me Tuesday!
This week, I shall begin the fun with an excerpt from my October Kensington Brava, MUST LOVE VAMPIRES.
See—I told you I was a tease. :dancer
But today’s excerpt is exclusive. Posted only here & only once.
So spread the word to all your reader friends that they should get their little butts over here right now today, & then…
With a scream, she came around him, flexing, tightening, bringing him with her like a backdraft. While the orgasm ripped through him, making him gasp, making him stiffen inside of her, he tipped her head and couldn’t resist any longer. The truth would come out soon enough, and she would know everything.
Opening his mouth, he skimmed his teeth—fangs and all—across her skin, finding just the right spot. And then he sank them in, bit deep, letting her blood spill over his tongue even as he filled her with his essence.
It was everything he’d dreamed of and more. She tasted like honey and flowers and sunshine—or what he imagined sunshine might taste like, since he hadn’t actually seen the big ball of fiery gas in decades. For long, drawn-out moments, he simply held her, drank her, absorbed her into himself as much as he could.
Suddenly, though, he realized she wasn’t moving. Was perfectly, almost deathly still, and not just in the post-orgasmic, too-sated-to-budge way. Loosening his grip, he took a last sip and ran his tongue over the two pristine puncture marks in her throat, using his unique vampire enzymes to seal the wound. Then he cupped her chin, brought her face around to his while still caressing her stomach and between her breasts.
“Are you all right?” he asked softly, bussing her cheek.
She licked her lips, the tendons of her neck convulsing as she swallowed. “You bit me,” she said, sounding a little dazed, a little confused.
“Yes,” he admitted, not wanting to have this particular conversation right here and now, but knowing he had no one but himself to blame for the timing and circumstances.
She licked her lips again, moving away from him slightly so that he slipped out of her warm, wet body. He bit back a groan at the loss of her heat, her nearness, but didn’t try to stop her.
“You bit me,” she repeated. This time, her voice carried a note of astonishment edged with anger.
Lifting a hand to her throat, she felt the marks, violet eyes widening when she realized it was a hell of a lot more than the average love bite.
“You bit me—” Her accusations were all annoyance now, any signs of perplexity gone. “—and you broke the skin.”
“I’m sorry,” he told her, and he meant it. He’d loved drinking from her, having her share that part of herself with him, but he had dropped the ball on the whole red light/green light asking permission thing beforehand. “I should have told you sooner. I should have explained instead of just jumping in like that.”
“Oh, my God,” she breathed, and Aidan knew his belief that she would understand and accept him, and that they’d live happily ever after had been sorely miscalculated.
And then her eyes rolled back in her head, her body went slack, and she hit the sheets in a dead faint.
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