Free Needed: A BBW Vampire Blood Courtesans Romance by Ever Coming, Michelle Fox

thinking here or here .” He touched the spots once again. If he were to ask me to choose in this very moment I would probably beg him to do both. Not that I wanted to be drained, but his touch, oh his touch.
    And just when I thought I was going to either melt into a pile of goop or throw myself at him, his hands settled on my knees, slowly working their way up. I knew a good girl would close her knees slightly as he made his ascension, giving him the red-light, but I did the opposite and let them fall slack. I was looking intently at him, wondering what his next move would be. Was he going to touch me there, or did he have other delicious plans? His hands stopped just short of where I was now secretly willing them to go and I held in my whimper. Unlike him, this was my first time at this rodeo and I didn’t know what to do, so I just decided to let it happen and hope I didn’t completely suck at it. “Later on, however, I would like to give a go down here.” His fingers rubbed a spot on my upper thigh, indicating his intended spot. Yeah, that sounded good to me. So very, very good.
    “Does that work for you?”
    “Uh huh.” Words. Gone. Had. None.
    “Words, love. I need words.”
    “Yes,” I gasped out and he waited for the rest of my answer. He was giving me a way out. An out I didn’t even come close to wanting. “Yes, that works.”
    “Now, since it is your first time, I want to make it special.” Special? It was with him, how could it not be? “Come.” He stood and held out his hand, which I greedily took as he lead me to a chaise lounge near a floor to ceiling book wall on the far side of the room. How had I missed that earlier? This man had me in knots. Delicious, yummy goodness knots, but knots nonetheless. “Love, sit with me.” We both sat on the oversized and very comfortable couch. My shoulders leaned into the back of the seat as he pulled my legs up. He sat with his back the opposite way, feet on the floor, our hips touching slightly.
    “This collar is perfect.” He ran his fingers along the edge of the collar slowly before leaning into for a quick kiss. “Remind me to thank Arabella.” The kiss resumed and this time it had an edge of neediness to it. I couldn’t tell if it was mine or his, but had a feeling it was both. In the morning, I was probably going to hate myself for not thinking things through so much more than I had, but the desire within me was too great. Jameson’s body sung to mine and it was a call I couldn’t ignore.
    “Tell me now if you want me to stop.” His lips were pressed against the top of my breasts and I wanted them to move. Kiss. Suck. Lick. Bite. I didn’t care what, but something. Anything.
    “Please,” I called out, never thinking the day would come that I would beg a vampire to bite me, but here I was. It was all the encouragement he needed. It started with a small kiss and then a few kisses, and then his kisses included some suction and I knew it would leave a mark. I wanted it to. Him marking me felt huge and overtook any last glimmer of fear I felt about the bite. I was squirming, trying to get under him, my desperation overtaking all my thoughts and actions. He didn’t take much encouragement and settled between my legs, his weight deliciously on me as he took a small nip for the first time. There was no way it even came close to breaking the skin. It was a question. He was once again giving me a chance to say put on the breaks.
    “Please. Don’t stop,” I pleaded as his teeth sunk into me. I assumed there would be some pain, if not a lot of pain. There was none. In its place was a sensory overload that had me soaring and quaking and begging and I have no idea what, but it was building and building inside of me, reaching for something. Something great. Something more. Something…. And that was when I reached it—complete, unadulterated, physical bliss. My body shook and my ears buzzed, yet there was nothing I wanted more than to continue