Free Forever Vampire by Michele Hauf Page B

against softness, then hard, to follow with a firm lick. She smelled like a jasmine garden here, and he was reminded of the faery ritual before the bride walked down the aisle. The bride-to-be would spend the day being pampered and perfumed, at one point squatting over an incense burner to infuse all parts of her skin with heady scent.
    Don’t think about that stolen moment. Concentrate. Or you’ll begin to regret .
    Kicking the door shut on memory, Vail soared backto the present and into his captive’s lushness. Lyric’s scent dizzied him. It was almost better than a dust high.
    The vampiress cried out boldly. Her hips bucked and the fingers in his hair tugged painfully before releasing him.
    He had pleased her. The hot spill of her over his fingers thrilled him. He sucked each digit clean, but was jumbled upon the mattress as she sat and reached for him.
    She pushed down his pants and gripped his erection. “Now. Inside me. You know you want it, vampire.”
    He sucked one last finger clean. “Just waiting for the invitation to cross your threshold.”
    â€œIf that’s the way you ask for an invite, you’ll never be turned down.”
    Kicking off his boots and slipping down his leather pants, Vail then plunged into her depths and the dull mortal world changed colors. The faery dust highs he was accustomed to grew shallow and insignificant when immersed within Lyric. So tight, she hugged him as he moved in and out of her. Grasping him. Claiming him. It wasn’t going to take long for him to come, but he wanted to prolong the exquisite torture.
    She’d turned the tables on him. Apparently, this seductive brand of torture could be sallied back and forth. He didn’t mind. This was all about finding the sweet spot. Mastering the moment.
    Winning her trust.
    Vail’s muscles clenched and his body trembled above Lyric’s gorgeous limbs. Her skin glowed paleunder the moonlight. Her lips, so red from kissing, parted. She was his. He’d challenge any man who claimed differently.
    Tensing his jaw, he waited as the orgasm focused in his muscles and segued at his core. He released, ramming himself deep within her to ride the wave.
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    S UNLIGHT TEASED Lyric awake. She hated the sun. It would burn her if she stood beneath direct rays. Prolonged UV exposure could drive a vampire mad. Even this pale stuff beaming through the dirty window could prove deadly with longer exposure.
    She rolled away from the obnoxious light and her body hugged against Vail’s naked form. He lay on his side, facing her, his eyes open. He touched her mouth. A lash of her tongue in the wake of his touch tasted sex and salt and something sweet that she thought might be faery dust.
    â€œYou going to track down the fence today?” she asked.
    â€œNo reason to bother. It’s a ruse. You made up the name. I knew it before I even made the call.”
    â€œThen why—why can’t you let me go?”
    â€œTold you.” He gripped her around the nape of her neck, but not threateningly. His finger touched her behind the ear, and she cautioned herself against making a fast move. Some secrets were best kept. “I need the gown, Lyric.”
    This guy had a one-track mind, and the replay was growing old fast. “If you had the gown would you let me go?”
    â€œDo you have a gown to give me?”
    She rolled to her back, wincing at the sunlight. He thumbed her nipple, but she batted his hand away.
    â€œThat was the best sex I’ve had. Ever,” he said, sitting and reaching for his pants. “Thanks.”
    She closed her eyes. Men were not supposed to thank a woman for having sex. That was wrong on every imaginable level. So much for bad-boy fantasies. He’d used her.
    But she had used him, too.
    The best ever? Poor guy, didn’t get around much, did he? On the other hand, it had been so freakin’ good. Her best ever? She wouldn’t admit it to