Vampire Slave20

Bliss, no ... you can't." His head fell back and he stumbled, his back hitting the french doors. He growled at the feel of her lips, and the heat of her tongue. "Gods!"

"I can. I want to." Her voice was soft but the power of her words was not in the volume but in the meaning and she meant every word. She reached up, framing his face with her tiny hands. "I need to, please. Chal, don't tell me no." She wriggled against him and felt the hard bulge in his pants. "I need you," she whispered desperately and slid her tongue over the skin of his throat.

His hands moved over her back restlessly, finally filling with the supple muscles of her ass. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his slim waist. "Please, Chal." She gasped as one big hand turned her face up to his, his lips taking hers. Another gasp left her lips, captured by his as a wave of unbelievably strong pleasure shuddered through her. It was like a sweet spear of rapture. It made her feel weak and her toes curled, than she