Free Eternal Beauty: Mark of the Vampire (A Penguin Special from Signet Eclipse) by Laura Wright

teeth when she felt him hard and long and thick against her belly.
    Her pussy shuddered with anticipation.
    She wanted him inside her. Now. Deep. Pounding away until she could barely breathe, maybe until she passed out again.
    “Your skin,” he uttered, his voice sexy and heavy with lust as he ran his hands up the sides of her ribs, his thumbs grazing the plump flesh of her breasts. “You turned hot, Petra. For me, you’re so fucking hot.”
    He dipped his head and nuzzled his face and his nose against one of her nipples. The combination of his movement, his hungry moans, and the warm curl of his breath on her skin, made her writhe and wriggle beneath him; her pussy looking for a way to get the head of his cock inside her.
    But the vampire wasn’t giving her what she craved. Not yet. Instead he was going to give her what would make her crazed, make her beg, make her mind dissolve.
    With his nose he flicked one taut nipple, then caught it with his mouth. He drew on the bud, suckling hard until Petra screamed with desperation, feeling his sweet torture all the way down her belly, between her legs, and up inside her sex.
    “Please, Syn,” she begged, her mind lost, her body completely his. “I need you. I’ve never needed anything more.”
    “Oh, Love,” he breathed, switching to the other breast, laved, nipping at her other nipple. “If I start this, if I get inside you, I won’t be able to stop.”
    “Damn right you won’t!” She thrust her hips against him, pumped against his rock-hard cock until he growled. “I don’t want you to stop. Now, please. My body’s on fire.”
    In one incredible movement of skill and intensity, Synjon drew his entire body down to her belly, found her clit with his fingers, then surged upward until the thick head of his cock hovered at the entrance to her sex.
    His weight on one elbow, his eyes on her, his thumb slowly stroking her clit, he entered her with one delicious thrust.
    Petra cried out, her legs squeezing his waist as she gulped in air, as her pussy stretched to accommodate him. He was so big, so thick, and she was so tight. She gripped the meaty flesh of his backside and pumped against him.
    Synjon groaned and started moving inside her. “You’re so tight, Petra.”
    “It’s perfect,” she uttered, circling her hips slowly. “You’re perfect. Don’t stop, don’t slow down. Just fuck me hard, Synjon. Fuck me until neither one of us can breathe.”
    He dropped his head and nuzzled the sweet spot between her shoulder and neck, let his fangs graze her skin as his fingers worked her ever-swelling clit and his cock thrust deep inside of her.
    Petra moaned, the wet heat of her body screaming for release. She couldn’t stop herself now, couldn’t slow her impending climax. And she didn’t want to. Madness took her, stole her thoughts, feelings, and emotions and allowed her to be one raw nerve surrounded by a blazing hot sun.
    Synjon could no doubt feel her clenching around him and though he quickened his touch, he gentled it too. He was going to draw out her climax, keep her crying, moaning, begging for seconds upon seconds until she had nothing left.
    “Synjon!!!”
    Her scream was deafening, and as her insides shattered and her outsides writhed and arched and gave in, Synjon bit lightly into her flesh, thrust up into her cunt and followed her over the edge into delicious madness.

Ten
    Lying back on the soft floor mat, Synjon refused to think of anything more than what was before him, what was beside him, and what had been beneath him.
    If he did, he’d be utterly lost to madness.
    He covered Petra with the towel, wanting to make sure she kept warm as she snuggled against his side, her head on his chest.
    For several long moments, neither one of the spoke. Outside the bathroom, the day was in full progression. No doubt there would be a knock on the door at any moment, disrupting their little oasis, their scared space where nothing was challenged or explained,