Free Her Vampire Mate by Tabitha Conall

their tips light pink and hard.
    His hands stroked her calves, feeling the muscle under the soft skin. “Perhaps it’s for your safety.” He saw more muscle throughout her body—in her shoulders, her arms, her softly rounded stomach, her powerful thighs.
    “My safety. How so?” Her gaze moved up and down his body, almost palpably.
    “If I took them off, I might jump on you and ravish you, instead of taking my time as I wish to.”
    What interested him most about his sensual Venus was the sweet pink flesh peeking at him from the apex of her legs. He moved his hands upward, rubbing the insides of her thighs and pushing them just a little farther apart on each stroke.
    She moved one foot against his calf. “It’s not fair you get to look and I’ve only got half a view.”
    “It’s perfectly fair. Women are the ones who are beautiful, who are to be worshipped. My body is merely a means to do that worshipping. Whereas yours…yours is stunning.”
    Her head fell back. “Is this what it will be like to be mated to a Renaissance Man?”
    He chuckled as he inched forward so he could reach her upper thighs. “Cute.”
    He pushed her legs apart, revealing her pretty pussy, the neatly trimmed hairs damp with her arousal. He opened his mouth to remark about how amazing it felt to receive oral sex quickly followed by a bite to the femoral artery then remembered her fears about blood. He’d have to save that comment for another time.
    Instead, he leaned closer, sucking in the scent of her as though breathing in sustenance. The things this woman did to him.
    Jennalynn lay back and rolled her hips, giving him better access. He hadn’t even licked her yet but already her breathing sounded ragged.
    “Stop torturing me, vampire.”
    He moved closer to her. “There is enjoyment in anticipation.”
    She groaned. “Right now I want the enjoyment of action .”
    And that was Jennalynn. He put his mouth on her pussy, letting his tongue slide languidly across her folds while he applied just the slightest bit of suction.
    Her legs shook as she let out a long moan. Her juices flowed and he sucked them into his mouth, imagining it was her blood, her sweet fluids, all his.
    Antonio gripped her hips and pulled himself closer to her, if that were possible. Then he devoured her as he stroked the area just above her pussy with his fingers, gently rubbing against the very topmost part of her clit.
    The sounds coming from his woman were glorious. Breathy gasps, moans, tiny little cries. The sounds alone had him hard as granite and he hadn’t even given her her first orgasm yet.
    Her hands fisted in the sheets, her hips pushing upwards against him as her body coiled tight and prepared to let loose. He increased everything—the suction, the pressure of his fingers, the speed of his tongue. Her breath became ragged and then broke just as her body erupted in shudders that he felt all through her lower body.
    Beautiful.
    He slowed his efforts, easing her down from the edge and pulling every last bit of orgasm from her before pushing up on his elbows and gazing at her. Her torso was flushed, life-giving blood rushing just under the surface.
    How he wanted to bite her. But he couldn’t, so he worked to keep his fangs from slipping down. He didn’t want to scare his little wolf away; he’d barely started with her.
    “What are you waiting for?” Her voice sounded like she’d spent several hours screaming her lungs out.
    “I’m enjoying the view.”
    “Well, I’m about to pass out so if you want to continue, you’d better get a move on.”
    He crawled up her body to loom over her. “Do you doubt my ability to rouse you?”
    “Yeah.” Her eyes were mere slits. She did indeed look like the afterglow of the orgasm he’d given her was putting her to sleep.
    He couldn’t blame her. He’d gotten a nap while she was out getting breakfast. She hadn’t had sleep in who knew how many hours. Plus, it gave him a little masculine thrill to think