Free My Lady Vampire - Book Three by Sahara Kelly Page A

demanding cock into her body.
    Would he dominate her tonight? Or would she force him down and straddle him, holding his wrists apart with every ounce of strength she possessed while she rode him?
    A brief flash of incredulity rocked her. What the hell was going on? Was this a dream? A nightmare?
    Then she heard his footsteps and forgot to breathe.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    Adrian’s dream began as so many others had begun--with an erection. He tried to ignore it, but this time it refused to obey. He walked across a darkened room feeling it lying solidly against his leg, a weight that needed to find a home, a resting place. A weight that led him to the figure standing silhouetted by the firelight.
    He expected to find Thérèse waiting for him. His gut curdled at the thought of what she would put him through on this night. Of how she would tease and torture him, always denying him that which he desired the most.
    His step faltered as he took a good look at the woman standing proudly in front of him.
    It wasn’t Thérèse. It was Kitty Edgeworth.
    His cat was waiting to scratch him, to purr for him and to rub herself all over him. He couldn’t decide which he’d enjoy more.
    Her chin rose in defiance as he closed the distance between them, already scenting the arousal he knew was blooming at the juncture of her thighs. Her eyes were shadows in the pale oval of her face, but he knew they’d be shining blue with excitement, her pupils dilated as her body readied itself for his possession.
    He stopped short. “Come here.”
    She lifted her nose. “No. I come at no man’s command.”
    “You will come at mine.” His lips curved at the double-entendre.
    “Only if I choose to.”
    Once again she defied him, tilting her head to stare at him, unafraid of the consequences. And yet her body betrayed her. Hard nipples pushed through the flimsy gown, a pulse beat alluringly at the base of her neck and Adrian could hear her heart thundering within her breast.
    She wanted him. As much, if not more, than he wanted her.
    It was this mutual fire that would consume them both.
    He waved a hand and their clothes melted away to vapor. There was nothing between his gaze and her flesh, and for his part he knew her eyes were drinking in the sight of his cock as it jutted rigidly from its nest of dark hair.
    His balls hardened at the thought and as if in answer she reached for him, grasping him firmly in the way he liked so much.
    “You come here. To me.” She tugged.
    He followed, a willing prisoner of her grasp, stopping just as her breasts grazed his chest. He rubbed himself into her, bringing a sigh of pleasure to her throat. “Hello little cat.”
    Her fingers tightened a little around his cock, and he leaned forwards, running his tongue along the muscle of her neck.  “Mmm.” It was a definite purr.
    “Open your legs for me.” He pushed against her, rocking her as she stood and forcing her nearer to the fire.
    She shook her head.
    “Me or the flames, my Kat. Do as I say or you’ll burn more than you expect.” He nipped her shoulder, quickly licking at the little hurt.
    She parted her thighs, widening her stance, but refusing to let go of his cock. “Is this what you want?” Her tone was challenging, saucily teasing him as her pussy thrust toward him on a sway of her hips.
    He groaned and reached for her, cupping her swollen flesh, flicking his way through the wet folds to her little pearl of pleasure and finally plunging two fingers deep inside her, making her gasp.
    “Yes. This is what I want. This is mine .”
    Her hand released him and she clung to his shoulders, rocking herself on his intrusion, pressing forwards now, urgently seeking his touch all over her body. “Yes. It’s yours. Take it. Take me . Fuck me, Adrian Chesswell. I want your cock in me. I want to come with you inside me. I want to boil around you, squeeze your balls dry. Suck all you have and more from you.” She hissed the words