Free The Turning Kiss by Eden Bradley

smile grew lazy, sensual, her lashes lowering as she moved her foot down, until it caressed his aching cock beneath the water.
    “Ah, that’s good,” he murmured, leaning his shoulders back against the high side of the tub.
    She pressed the arch of her foot harder against him, and he moaned, tilting his hips into her.
    “Ah, so good, Ilana…”
    She was watching him as she rubbed her foot up and down the length of his rigid shaft. Her eyes were gleaming, that deep, sparkling blue. She had a small smile on her face, as if bringing him pleasure pleased her. He knew it did.
    She dipped lower, brushing his balls lightly, before moving back up, pressing against his cock, then releasing the pressure. She did it again, and pleasure built with each press, each release, until his breath was rasping in his lungs.
    Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer. He took her foot in his hand, pushed her leg back until it bent at the knee, and lunged for her, the water splashing as he pressed his body between her open thighs. He looped her leg over his shoulder and, holding the sweet curve of her ass in his hands, he lifted her.
    “Ah, Calam, yes…”
    He tilted his hips, held her tight as he pushed his cock into her.
    They moaned together. He began to fuck her in slow strokes, their movements as liquid as the warm water around them. It was all too good—her pussy clenching him, her slick skin, her hands around the back of his neck. Her soft sighs of pleasure. And too soon he was coming, pumping into her.
    When he’d caught his breath, he pulled back, kissed her hard on the mouth. He could feel her need in the press of her lips, the frantic twining of her tongue.
    “Come, my darling girl,” he told her, helping her to stand in the tub. Bending her over and spreading her thighs, opening her pussy to him.
    He leaned in and paused a moment, taking in the sight of her swollen, pink flesh, glistening with her excitement. So damn lovely, he could hardly stand it. He licked her slit, tasting her desire, a little of his own come. He pushed into her hole, and she groaned, surging back into him.
    “Ah yes, that’s it,” he muttered against her warm, wet flesh.
    “Calam, please… I need to come.”
    He reached around her and took her clitoris in his fingers, tugging, squeezing, stroking. Still licking her, licking her, with long strokes of his tongue. And as he pinched her clit hard, in the way he knew she loved, she came, her body shivering.
    When the last tremor had left her, he pulled her down into the water, her back leaning into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, felt her erratic heartbeat against his palm as he laid it flat between her breasts.
    Mine…
    He wanted her. Wanted to make her his. But they had both made certain choices in coming here, to the Midnight Playground. And this was not his choice to make.
    He kissed the back of her neck, breathed her in, along with the lilac bath salts she used. So sweet, underneath her cool exterior. He felt in some fierce and certain way that no one, not even Konstantine or Luka, understood her sweetness the way he did. Understood her .
    She belongs to them, the vampires, unless they decide otherwise. So do I.
    For the first time since he’d come to the club seven years earlier, he wished it weren’t so.
     
    It was an hour later when one of the collared and leather-clad serving girls came to tell them to prepare to go to the dungeons.
    Ilana loved the dungeon play, and it had been some time since she’d been played there. The idea was thrilling, as always. She loved the dim lighting, the scents of leather and desire in the air. The sounds of others being whipped, paddled. That air of exquisite expectancy.
    Her heart was pounding as she and Calam removed their robes, leaving them both naked. They stood still as the girl was joined by another, and they were both rubbed down with scented oil, meant to make their skin gleam, as well as to massage them, helping to prepare them for the