Free King's Blood: Vampire Lust (A Serial Novel, Part 3) by P.J. Day Page A

thighs and ass firmly pressed against my lower extremities, we remained locked at the lips, as her right hand held onto the back of my head. I felt every single drop of blood in my veins coursing throughout my entire body like a river which just burst through a dam, first trickling out of a tiny hole and eventually bursting through in a violent torrent. Everyone downriver be damned!
    Our undulating bodies were in tune with one another in more than ways than one. It was just me and this gorgeous, sensual woman; everyone and everything around us was just a prop at that very moment. Holly grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips. I felt every last bit of her slightly prurient and nuanced rotations from her hips, as her pelvic bones touched my fingers and the thickness of her posterior resting on the palms of my hand. Splendidly, she showed off her optimal physical fitness with each and everyone one of her sultry thrusts. My lips then slowly moved away from her glistening, jutted mouth and began making their way to the center of her neck. I started salivating uncontrollably. I made sure to keep my lips as close to the flesh of her neck as possible, to avoid unpleasant drool from escaping my mouth. My teeth made delicate little pulls at her skin, small prods at first and then slight yanks, as I tested Holly’s tolerance.
    The moist osculation continued throughout the night. My fingers and hands delicately stroked every inch of her fit and toned body, except the parts that might make her squirm on the rather public dance floor, which would have jettisoned us out of this place for being too hot and heavy. Our bodies were rhythmically entwined the whole night. Sweat, saliva, and pheromones were shared with lustful comfort between us. Holly then looked me in the eyes and had both hands on my face as she said, “Thank you...I have been thinking about you every hour since I’ve met you.”
    “ Me, too,” I said loudly, making damn sure the two most important words uttered so far for Holly were clearly heard.
    A slow song came on and I put my arms around her shoulders as I gently placed her head against my chest. I checked my watch and noticed it was 11:30. Whoever sent me the instant message would be waiting for me at midnight at Ngo Ngo. I didn’t want to break the moment between Holly and I, but anyone who claim ed to know who I am shouldn’t be taken lightly.
    “ Holly, let me get you a drink.”
    “ Sure,” she said, smiling.
    We both walked to the bar and asked the bartender for an apple martini. I gave him my card so he c ould keep the tab open.
    “ Holly, I’m sorry but I need to make a quick phone call and check on Ted. Just wait for a minute, okay?”
    “ Don’t be long...I hate being alone,” she said, giving me a long kiss.
    “ I won’t...give me three minutes.”
    I headed to the door that lead to the outside patio next to the bar. The bar had designated this place for all the smokers. I heard from Ted that Hong Kong law can fine individual smokers rather than the bar and club owners themselves; don’t know how that is enforced, but they seem to be all here striking up the most interesting conversations; I overheard the words mango, Stephen Hawking, and the Toronto Blue Jays all uttered in what I thought was one sentence.
    “ You staying out of trouble?” I asked.
    “ Yeah, just sitting here watching television, ”he said, as I heard faint keystrokes in the background.
    “ Get off the laptop. What did I tell you earlier?” I reprimanded Ted.
    “ I’m just sending out emails to my best clients. Letting them know I’m resigning and thanking them for all the years of support.”
    “ Can you seriously stop? Just wait until you get home to do that. I don’t trust anyone here.”
    “ Okay.”
    “ Listen, since you’re on my laptop, I want you to do something.”
    “ Fire away.”
    “ Check out my IM conversations from yesterday.”
    Ted hummed as he scrolled through my programs and my IM