Free Survivor by Kaye Draper Page A

want to make love to
you.  Nothing more.”  He pulled me close again, but I pulled back.  I looked at
him for a moment, taking in his silver eyes and purely other appearance.
 “You are um… thirsty?”  I asked hesitantly.
    He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath.  His
eyes flashed open and he regarded me with a look that said more clearly than
words how much he needed blood.  His voice was low, with a sort of restrained
need, and my skin was buzzing.  “I will need to feed very soon,” he said
honestly.  “But I won’t take from you.”
    I frowned at him.  He was still stroking my hips
suggestively, and he was rock hard against my thigh.  “Would it feel good?  If
you bit me, I mean?”
    He smirked.  “It feels very good when you are
bitten.”  I bit my lip, raising my eyebrows in surprise.  Oh boy.  “I meant would
it feel good for you ?”
     He pulled me close, grasping my butt in his big
hands and pressing me against him.  He chuckled lightly into my hair.  “Amazingly
so.”
    I slid my hands over his muscular back, gaining
confidence.  “Then I want you to bite me.”
    I could see the arguments forming in his head- the
million reasons why he wouldn’t do that to a disabled person.  Seeing my
mutinous look, the denials died before he could voice them.  Sighing, he
captured my lips again.  “Right now,” he said, pressing me back into the
pillows “I would do anything just to be inside you.”
    I blushed furiously and closed my eyes.  His hand
found my center and he began stroking me again as he suckled on an aching
breast.  I moaned in pleasure, and returned the favor.  He shifted his weight,
nudging my thighs apart with his knee and I followed his lead, wanting him
desperately.  He hesitated and I opened my eyes.
     “Is this…” he swallowed hard, clearly struggling
for control.  “Have you done this before?”
    I bit my lip and gave him an apologetic look.  “Only
once,” I said, embarrassed, “a long time ago.”  I’d had sex for the first time
when I was eighteen.  I wouldn’t compare it to this, in any way shape or form.
    He kissed me tenderly.  “I’ll try to be gentle,” he
said, nuzzling my neck.  I arched my hips against him, urging him on and he
sheathed himself slowly.  I moaned as he stretched me tight.  Hearing the
pleasure in the sound, he began to move, pulling almost all the way out before
slowly burying himself in me again.  I met his thrusts with abandon, urging him
to lose his caution.  He hiked up my knee and slipped a hand under my hip,
deepening his thrusts, and I begged him for more.  I dug my fingers into his
muscular back, pressing myself closer, and he growled softly in response.
     He brushed aside the thick curtain of my hair,
trailing kisses along my throat.  “Melody,” he moaned against my skin, sending goose
bumps dancing over my body.  I tilted my head, bearing my throat in invitation.
 He pressed deep inside me as he sank his teeth into my neck.
    I writhed and moaned as ribbons of pleasure pulsed
from my throat to my groin.  He drew at my neck and the waves of pleasure
increased, finally sending me over the edge.  He lifted his head and licked my
throat.  His lips met mine again and he rolled, pulling me on top.  I leaned
back, putting my weight on my knees and looked down at him.  His eyes were
liquid silver, and he radiated sex and power.  Vampire.  He ran his hands up
across my hips and up to my breasts, stroking and teasing.
    I tried to move, but my lower body was too weak and
uncoordinated.  His hands returned to my hips, guiding my movements, and I felt
climax building in me again.  He rolled, pinning me beneath him.  His teeth
found my throat once more, and I cried out in pleasure, gripping him tight as
wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me.  He lost some of his restraint, thrusting
harder and faster, and I convulsed beneath him again.  He moaned and pressed deep
as he joined my