La Vida Vampire

He smiled. “Oh, yeah.”


His thumb teased the crease of my mouth for the barest second before his lips closed on mine. Next thing I knew, we were locked pelvis to pelvis, tongues tasting each other in a kiss so hot I felt fevered. He rubbed his jean-clad erection across my lower belly, and my ears rang with the force of my own blood pumping hard through my veins. When he gripped my butt to lift me higher, fit me into him, my knees buckled. He kept us upright, but only until he angled me onto the bed and followed me down. Breath harsh, he nuzzled my neck as he settled between my legs.

“Princesca,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice as deep as I wanted him to be inside me.

“Saber, my ears are ringing,” I breathed as he flicked my shirt buttons free. “Is that supposed to happen?”

“It’s the phone,” he murmured as he kissed the slopes of my partly bared breasts.

“What phone?” My nipples tightened as Saber slowly slid the soft shirt fabric over them.

“Do you care?” He closed his mouth on one aching nipple.

“Nooo, ohhhh.”

The tug of his suckling shot straight to the spot his erection teased, and I gasped and arched into him. He thrust back, and laved my other breast, flicking the nipple with his tongue. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, and yet there was more, just out of reach.

Skin. I needed to touch his skin.

“Saber,” I said, hardly hearing my own voice as I pulled at his shirt.

He groaned when the material rent and fell away. I smoothed my hands over his back, learning his shape and texture from broad shoulders to spine to narrow waist.

He rolled off me, and I felt my nylon pants and panties peel off with a few sweeps of his hand. When the air hit that much bare skin, reality hit, too. The pros and cons of sex with Saber raced through my brain, but the biggest pro was that we were here now, hot and ready.

I opened my eyes to find his smoldering gaze steady on my face.

“Do you want to stop?”

“Do you want me to raid Home Depot?”

He blinked. “Home Depot?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice husky. “Maggie says when you’re horny enough to chew nails, it’s time for sex.”

His sensuous lips lifted in a killer smile. “I’m gonna give you a lot more than sex, love.”

I knew he didn’t mean love, and, as he ran his hand lightly down the center of my body from neck to belly, it didn’t matter. Saber would initiate me, and, however odd a couple we might be—even for this one time—I was safe in his arms. When his fingers inched lower still, he kissed me, and I lost all reason. He stroked me with his torturing fingers, sliding over my folds, into me and out again. The pressure built, and he urged me to let go, but I didn’t know how.

“Saber, I need more,” I gasped. “I need you.”

Through a haze of lust, I saw him chuck his jeans and black boxers, and, when he braced his body over mine, I spread my legs to welcome him. He probed, and I stretched to enfold him. My legs locked around his waist, and with a long quick thrust, he filled me. After a moment to adjust to him so deep inside, he stroked, nipping at my mouth, my neck. I rode a swell that crested but wouldn’t break.

“Princesca,” he cried out, and sank his teeth into my neck.

Suddenly, the crest peaked and crashed, and I tumbled in waves of pulsing pleasure. When the tremors eased, and our breathing slowed, Saber gave my neck a lingering kiss, then pushed up on his elbows to smile into my eyes.

“Good thing you heal fast,” he said, pushing a strand of hair off my forehead. “I just gave you the mother of all hickeys.”

Memory flooded back. “That’s right, you bit me,” I said, awed. “I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to do that.”

“Nope,” he said, teasing me with another thrust. “You. Don’t. Bite. People.”

“True.” I squirmed under him. His eyes went lusty again. “And I guess that’s fair, since I tore your shirt.”

“Ummm. My last clean one.” He slid out of me just a little, then slowly back in, deep, hard, hot. My legs locked low on his, I caressed his butt. “Saber?”

“Yeah?” he croaked.

“Kiss me again.”

“Soon?” he asked, flexing inside me.

“Now.”





NINETEEN


Cosmil sat on the shanty porch in the willow wood rocker. The dappled late afternoon light danced in the clearing, but it did not soothe him.

“Francesca was shot last night,” he said, rustling the newspaper as he refolded it. “The animal attack is reported as well.”

He sighed and glanced at Pandora. “I should not have recalled you so soon, my friend. I put you both in danger.”