Her Vampire Lord by Ines Johnson

Author:Ines Johnson [Johnson, Ines]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Midnight Romance, LLC
Published: 2020-08-31T23:00:00+00:00

18

Gaius

“Eyes on me.”

Marechal’s gaze rises from what my fingers are doing to rest on my face. The honey wine color of her eyes makes me feel drunk. I continue unbuttoning her shirt by feel only, unable to look away.

Could she be a witch? Is that why she’s making me feel desperate for her? I’m old enough to know that real magic exists in this world. Part of me aches to tell this sexy scientist of the unexplainable things hidden in plain sight so that I might watch her bite her plump lips to parse out an explanation.

I don’t bother with any tales of the fantastical. I’m at the end of my rope with the need for her. I’m also at the end of her buttons. I tug her shirttails from her skirt.

Her nipples poke through the lace of her white bra. The buds are dark, like plum wine. I know I’m in trouble if my mouth is watering for such a cheap dessert wine. My dick is throbbing, and now my fangs ache. Marechal doesn’t know it, but I’m going to feast on her in more than one way tonight.

I wonder: if she knew of my blood-sucking tendencies, would she insist on putting me under her microscope? Would I become her lab specimen that she would poke and prod? Hell, the thought almost seems appealing if I get to have her attention on me.

Marechal raises her hands to unbutton my shirt. Before she can land on a single button, I catch both her wrists in my grasp. It’s an old habit. Though there’s an ache in my chest where I want to feel her palms pressed against my flesh, I do not risk it. I cannot. Not if I want to derive any pleasure for myself from tonight. And I do. I plan to get punch drunk off this woman’s pleasure.

I reach for the silky belt of one of my robes. Turning her wrists face up, I began to bind Marechal’s hands. She looks down at my actions, her dark gaze lighting with need even as she questions me.

“What are you doing?” Her voice is breathy, a quiet hum of excitement.

“What I promised you. Ten orgasms. I have a lot of work to do. I don’t want you getting in my way.”

With her hands secure, I pull Marechal to me. She tilts her head back as she looks up at me. There is no fear in her eyes, only desire.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been drunk. My supernaturally fast metabolism doesn’t allow for it. But looking into her Sémillion grape eyes, I feel intoxicated. It’s the only reason I can fathom for what I do next. Because I do something I haven’t done in centuries; I take a woman’s mouth with my own.

I have tasted the finest wines across the world. Nothing compares to Marechal’s lips. She is honey and silk. She is robust and decadent.

Her bound hands are trapped between our chests. Her fingers land softly on my chest.

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