Free Into the Spotlight by Heather Long Page A

pressure spiraled out of control and she couldn’t hold back. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and met every thrust with a rise of her own hips. “Please…”
    The plea spilled out of her, she needed to come. The sense of Malcolm invaded every pore; every drive of his cock pushed at her clenching inner walls. She dragged her nails across his back, urging him on and his tongue stroked hers as she began to shudder and cry out against his mouth, but even as the orgasm took her, Malcolm pushed her higher, driving her until the aftershocks rolled into new spasms and he took her flying again.
    “Look at me.” He lifted his head and arms braced against the lounge beneath her head and pistoned his hips. “Watch me.”
    She held onto him, wrapping her legs around him and urging him onwards until the muscles in his shoulders and neck stiffened and he came with a shout. She caught him pitching forward, mouth open and fusing to his, trembling with the wildness of it all as she kissed him in full fervor.
    She could worship this man…this vampire.
     
    He didn’t want to move, but the weight of him bearing down on her couldn’t be comfortable. Her cheeks were ruddy with heat. Sweat gleamed against her golden skin. “Are you all right?”
    “Oh, yeah.” The absolute artless delivery sent a wave of amusement to tingle along with the completion. His cock twitched, still buried deep in the warmth of her sex. His fangs sharpened as her throat convulsed with a quick swallow.
    “Hmm. You’re exquisite but I think we need to find you some place more comfortable.” Galvanized by images of her sprawled before him, his mouth nestled deep between her legs as his tongue stabbed into her sex, Malcolm rose and pulled her up into his arms. He took the marble steps three at a time, slowing only when it came time to open the door to the bedroom.
    Jeannie wiggled in his arms, the friction slick between their bodies as she slid her hands into his hair. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”
    The words sounded by his ear, her breath teasing the heated flesh. He tipped his head, a laugh rumbling through his chest when her tongue glided along the ridges of his ear to the lobe. The humor evaporated as she claimed the lobe, sending a wave of sensation skating through his blood.
    The soft laughing breath told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Depositing her on the bed, he curved his hands under her breasts, squeezing gently. He could touch her for hours, her silky soft skin warm against his palms. She released his ear with a gasp, and he closed the distance, covering her mouth with his.
    She moaned as his tongue glided along the seam of her lips, slipping in to tease her tongue. The low sounds fisted in his soul, filling him with the same passion and need he experienced witnessing her on stage. She twisted in his arms, pulling free of his hands and tugging him down to cover her on the bed.
    Her nails glided along his scalp, even as her legs wrapped around his hips. The sweet, dampness of her sex cradled his cock and she rubbed herself along his length. He sensed more than felt the moment his cock stroked along her clit, her body shuddering at every caress. Sparks exploded in his mind as her tongue began to thrust into his mouth, mirroring their bodies earlier rocking. Thirst crashed through him, a desperate hunger pounding in his blood like the ocean tides hammering the shore.
    The need for her rose tirelessly. He deepened the kiss, letting his hands roam up and down her sides, teasing her breasts, caressing her nipples and deeper still to glide over her warm, slick flesh. Sensation after sensation rushed him.
    “I want you to come inside my mouth,” she whispered against his lips. “I need to taste you.” Her eyes darkened with demand and delicious friction rippled through him as she gave him a shove and turned him over. Her lips moved down his chest, nipping, licking and biting a path across his navel.
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