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Oliver slanted his lips over hers and took her mouth in a kiss, first gently and softly in case she changed her mind, but when she didn’t, he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.
He couldn’t believe this turn of events. From the moment Ursula had entered the abandoned building, he’d instinctively known that she was telling the truth. He’d sensed her fear. Finding the wallet from a client of the blood brothel—as he would call it—was confirmation enough for him that he could trust her.
But finding out that she hadn’t been raped, that none of those despicable vampires had laid their dirty paws on her, made him rejoice. At the same time he cursed them for denying her any sort of carnal pleasure.
He severed the kiss and looked at her. “Let’s go home.” Then he would take her to his bed and make sure she got the release she needed.
To his surprise Ursula shook her head. “I can’t wait. Please.” She eyed the bench in the back of the van.
Oliver’s heart skipped a beat. “Now? Here? In the van?”
More blood pumped into his cock, making him harder than a crow bar. At the same time hunger surged through him. He had to feed, and soon, or he wouldn’t be master of his own actions anymore.
“Yes,” she murmured and slid her hand onto his thigh, then moved it upwards.
When her fingers reached the outline of his hard-on, he groaned, his hunger instantly forgotten. “Get in the back.”
He locked the doors, then followed her. When he saw her hand opening the top button of her jeans, he stopped her. She stared at him in surprise.
“If you think I’m going to rush this, you’re wrong.”
“But—”
He smiled. “No but. If you want to sleep with me, then we’re going through all the motions: the kissing, the touching, the seduction. I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to make love to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and just f*ck her like an animal.”
Her expression softened, and her cheeks colored in a pretty pink, while her eyelids fluttered. “You want to make love to me?”
Oliver moved closer and shelved her chin on his palm. “And I want to make you come so hard that you think the world is exploding around you. Isn’t that what you want?”
Her lashes swung up, almost touching her eyebrows. Her eyes shimmered. “Oliver?”
“Hmm?”
“Why are you so good to me?”
“Because you need somebody who’s good to you.” And more than anything, he wanted to be that person.
“Are we gonna talk all night, or are you going to kiss me?”
He chuckled. Ah, how he loved an eager woman! “In my mind I’ve never stopped kissing you.”
She moved closer, her mouth less than an inch from his now. “Make it reality then.”
When he took her mouth again, the world around him blended into the background. Soft lips pressed against him, her hands pulled him closer, urging him to drag her body against his. With one movement, he pulled her onto his lap, so she straddled him. His hand on her lower back, he pressed her to him.
“That’s better,” he murmured.
Oliver captured her lips again and delved into the warm caverns of her mouth. He stroked and licked, tasted and explored. Her response was just as eager: with strong strokes, she played with his tongue. Lust surged through him, sending hot bolts of fire through his core and into the tip of his cock.
He moaned into her mouth, an action she echoed a few seconds later. Slanting his head, he sought a deeper connection, a fiercer kiss. Her hands dug into his shoulders as if she was holding on for dear life, and her response to him became even more passionate.
Then he suddenly felt her lick along his teeth. Shock catapulted through him when he felt a corresponding itching in his gums. He knew what this meant: his fangs were about to descend.
Ursula licked again. He severed the kiss, holding her a few inches away from him, breathing hard.
“Don’t!”
Startled, she stared at him, apprehension spreading over her face. “What’s wrong?”
He dropped his lids. God, how could he explain this to her without reminding her of what he was and what she was potentially unleashing in him?
“Please, am I doing something wrong?” Her voice cracked.
No, he couldn’t disappoint her, couldn’t let her cry again. But he had to be honest with her. When he raised his eyes to meet hers, he swallowed hard.
“When you lick my teeth like that, I can feel my fangs descend.”
Her breath hitched.
“Fangs are the most erogenous zones in a vampire. They want to feel you licking them. But I can’t allow that, because if I do . . . ” He hesitated, searching her face for signs of fear.
“What’ll happen?”
Oliver’s gaze dropped to the pulsing vein at her neck. “Once my fangs are out, it won’t take long until I can’t hold back my hunger for blood. I would bite you.”
She sucked in a quick gulp of air.
Seeing that she was withdrawing from him, he quickly added, “But I won’t. I promise you. I won’t do that to you. You’ve been through enough. Please give me a chance. If we’re careful . . . ”
He hoped he wasn’t lying. Could he truly hold back his hunger for the next hour so he could make love to her without subjecting her to the one thing she hated most: being bitten by a vampire?
“Careful, how?” she asked and approached slowly, her head dipping to the crook between his neck and shoulder. “Like this?” She pressed a gentle kiss on his skin, then another one.
Oliver closed his eyes, allowing the tender caress to sweep him away. “Perfect.”
Her hands tugged on his T-shirt, pulling it from his jeans.
“Take it off,” she whispered into his ear.
He did as she demanded, welcoming the cool air that touched his heated skin. But the relief didn’t last, because a second later, her hands were on his chest, caressing him. His head fell back against the headrest. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one seducing her, not the other way around? Clearly, things weren’t going exactly as planned, not that he was complaining.
However, he’d made her a promise: to give her sexual pleasure. And he would not break his promise. It was time to take back the reins.
Oliver reached for her T-shirt, pulling it from her jeans. “Lift your arms.”
She didn’t hesitate and let him strip her of her T-shirt, exposing her bare breasts to him.
“Beautiful.”
Her breasts were small, but perfectly formed, round and firm. He cupped one and squeezed lightly, then dipped his head to suck her nipple into his mouth. The little rosebud was already hard when he swiped his tongue over it. Her skin tasted of citrus fruits, pure and young. Innocent. The thought suddenly threw up a question.
“Are you a virgin?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Good,” he murmured against her soft skin. “Because I would hate for you to feel pain when I’m inside you.” No matter how short-lived that pain would be.
He returned to teasing her nipple, then paid her other breast the same attention, all the while listening and watching for her reactions so he could figure out what she liked most. He worked his way down to her stomach then shifted her with one move, placing her with her back down on the bench, so he could bend over her.
While his lips were blazing a trail down to her navel, his hands were already opening her jeans and lowering the zipper. When he pulled on her pants and looked up, he noticed her watching him, her lips parted, her breaths uneven. Desire shone from her eyes, and her cheeks were as flushed as her entire torso.
“I haven’t done this in so long,” she said, her voice low and almost apologetic.
He chuckled softly. “It’s like riding a bike.” Only tonight she would ride him. The thought sent another wave of heat through his body, igniting him even further.
He freed her of her jeans and panties, pulling off her shoes in the process, then let the items fall to the floor. She lay in front of him in the nude. He was glad for his vampire vision which allowed him so see her in her full glory despite the dim light.
Stroking his hands up from her calves to her thighs, he spread her legs apart then lowered his head toward the apex of her thighs.
“You’re going to—?” She stopped herself.
Oliver lifted his eyes to look at her face. “You didn’t think I would pass this up?” Not a chance. “When I said, we’re going through all the motions, I meant it. And that includes tasting your sweet p-ssy.”
The moment his mouth connected with her nether lips, Ursula moaned. Oliver licked at the dew that was already covering her plump flesh and let the taste spread over his tongue. His body hardened. F*ck! She tasted amazing. Spreading her as wide as was possible in the confined space they were in, he licked over her wet folds, nibbled, and explored. And with every soft moan and sigh that came from Ursula, his determination to make her climax rose.
He’d always loved sucking a woman, but the beautiful Asian girl in his arms was even more of a treat. To know that he could give her something she’d longed for for three years spurred him on. Licking higher up, he headed for her *. The small bundle of nerves was already swollen, a sign of her arousal. He gently caressed it with his tongue. Ursula almost lifted off the bench, her body tensing.
“Easy, baby,” he appeased her. “I’ll be gentle.”
Yet that gentleness cost him: inside him, the beast wanted to be unleashed and exert its prowess on her. Holding back his wild side was a struggle he knew he would eventually lose. Still, he was determined to put up a fight. Because satisfying Ursula was more important right now than anything else. It would cement her trust in him; he was sure of it. And he wanted her to trust him.
With renewed determination, he continued to stroke his tongue over her tender organ, slowly putting more and more pressure on it. Ursula’s breathing changed, becoming more uneven. Her heartbeat pulsed through her body in a rapid rhythm, the sound amplified by his vampire hearing. Her excitement fueled his own, and he was painfully aware of the hard-on that strained against the zipper of his jeans, which he was still wearing in order not to drive his aching cock into her before she had found her release. Once he was naked, there was no telling what he would do.
Like a cat, Ursula twisted underneath him, her moans getting louder, her sighs more pronounced. He doubled his efforts, realizing she was close.
“It’s not working,” she said. “I can’t.” Frustration and disappointment collided in her voice.
F*ck! He wasn’t doing it right.