Free Reborn Vampire Romance: Blood Courtesans by Michelle Fox Page A

take me and I feared it would shatter me into a million pieces.
    Soon I was thrusting up to meet him, wishing I could take him deeper. My need was insatiable and he only satisfied it in glancing blows as his cock buried itself to the hilt inside me. I needed more.
    As if sensing that, Kristos put my feet on his shoulders and took me with powerful thrusts of his hips. His entire body felt as hard as his cock; throbbing muscle bouncing into my soft curves.
    I came in a soundless scream, too overwhelmed to let air pass through my vocal cords. Pleasure unlike any I had felt before convulsed through me. Kristos leaned forward to kiss me on the neck, my legs pressing into my belly and chest until I could barely breathe. I flinched as I felt the sting of his fangs piercing my skin, but that was quickly replaced by the added pleasure of feeling his cock spasming inside me in rhythm with his feeding.
    The way he held me was almost like being hog-tied. My body was wrapped in his, pinned by his weight which also immobilized my legs. All I had were my hands, which sometimes gripped the sheets or ran through the soft hair on his head. If the stitches bothered me, I didn’t notice any longer. In the midst of my orgasm, I had held onto the meat of his shoulders, shuddering against him.
    When he was done, he seized my mouth in another kiss and I tasted my salt and blood on his lips. With tentative laps of my tongue, I cleaned the traces of our lovemaking from his mouth.
    Kristos rolled off me with a sigh of contentment.
    Seeking reassurance, I asked, “Did I pass inspection?”
    He pulled me close, snuggling me against his shoulder. “Yes, you were fine.”
    “Fine?” I half sat up to look at him. Fine didn’t seem like an enthusiastic endorsement.
    He laughed. “You were the best virgin I ever had for dinner.”
    The absurdity of his response was not reassuring. “That’s it, just a good meal?”
    He went quiet for a moment. “More than a meal, Myra.” He planted a kiss on the top of my head. “There’s something about you, who you are, the way you taste that makes me want more.” He fell silent again. “Tell me about your parents.”
    I gave him a confused look. “Why?”
    “It might explain why I’m so besotted with you. You don’t taste like the other girls.”
    A coy smile danced on my lips. He’d said besotted and that made me happy. Very happy. I liked the idea of being able to besot a man like Kristos. “My mom, her name is Elena. She’s Irish-American with the blue eyes and red hair. My dad, well, all I know is his name. He didn’t stick around. His name was Devon Desanto.”
    Kristos froze, going still as death. “You’re sure about that?”
    I frowned. “Yes, why? Do you know him?” The idea was preposterous, but something I’d said had caused Kristos to react strongly.
    “Seriously, Myra, are you certain that’s his name?” His eyes caught mine in a fierce gaze that took my breath away.
    Mute, I nodded. Whatever it was, my gut instinct told me it was bad. Kristos had been happy when I’d confessed to being a virgin. That happy face was gone, now replaced by a serious one that carried an edge of worry.
    He pushed me away and sat up, his brow furrowed. “We’ve met.” He hit the bed with a fist. “That’s who you reminded me of. I can taste him in you.”
    I stared at my hands, but saw nothing other than very normal skin. “Are you serious? I taste like my father? Do you have any idea how weird that sounds?” I looked at Kristos then, utterly confused. “And how does that even work? Do vampires go around just randomly fanging people?”
    Kristos gave an apologetic shrug. “We rarely share our blood, but I swore a blood oath once, a long time ago during one of our wars. He no longer has any claim on me, but you never forget tasting someone as powerful as he was. Vampires called him The Maker.”
    I shook my head and moved to sit next to him, pulling the sheet with me to cover my nakedness.