Free Bewitch (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 5) by Felicity Heaton

slick core to her aroused nub. He tasted her so eagerly that she shuddered from his ferocity. A man had never been like this with her, so hungry for her, so wild and desperate. It thrilled her as much as what he was doing. He suckled her and she grasped his hair with her left hand, twisting the sandy spikes in her fingers, holding him against her. She rocked against his face, unable to keep still. Her legs threatened to give out as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
    He lowered his mouth and thrust his tongue into her channel, mimicking sex. Elissa stilled above him, moaning with each plunge of his tongue. She glanced down between them, desperate for a glimpse of his cock. She caught sight of it, dark and tipped with a second bead of his seed, a sign that he was enjoying licking and suckling her. Gods, she wanted him inside her.
    The markings that ran over his shoulders and down his spine swirled in hues of red but slowly began to turn blue and gold. He licked upwards again and suckled her clitoris. Elissa rocked her hips. His markings all changed colour.
    Payne jerked away. No. Elissa tried to tug him back to her using the rope but he growled and she knew it was a warning.
    She looked down into his eyes. They shone as brightly as his markings, vivid cerulean and clearest gold.
    “You need to be careful.” His voice was a low growl of warning drenched in passion and arousal. “If my skin markings change like this, back off and wait until they become muted and the colours of passion again or risk the consequences.”
    Elissa nodded. A shiver raced down her arms. Part of her feared the consequences he spoke of but the rest of her ached to experience them.
    “You need to embrace this side of your nature, Payne,” she whispered and stroked his cheek. “It’s the whole point of this. Accept the desires running through your blood and your urges. Feed on this. Bathe in the passion, the desire and the need. Take it all.”
    He groaned and delved between her thighs again. Elissa wasn’t prepared for the pleasure and it shot through her, pushing her over the edge. She clutched his hair and cried his name as she climaxed, rocking against his tongue. He dropped lower and lapped at her, and the thought that he wanted to taste her pleasure as it flowed out of her sent her climbing towards her next orgasm.
    She tipped her head back and breathed hard.
    Take all of me, Payne.
    Her body screamed it but her heart couldn’t voice the words.
    It was too dangerous.
    If she wasn’t careful, there would be consequences worse than he had threatened.
    Consequences that could get her killed like her sister.

CHAPTER 6
    P ayne was on fire, burning for her, desperate to taste her again. He kissed her inner left thigh, teasing her down from her climax. Her pleasure rocked him still, mingling with his own, drugging him and making it hard to control his incubus nature. He pressed his teeth to her soft flesh, feeling it quivering and her pulse beating hard against his lips, trying to rouse his more dominant vampire nature in order to suppress his other side. His fangs didn’t lengthen but his incubus instincts did recede a fraction. It was always hard to suppress his incubus urges with his vampire desires even at the easiest times, like when he was at Vampirerotique and the shows were taking place. Now, it was verging on impossible. His incubus hungers pushed him to keep going, to lick and tease her to a second orgasm so he could feel that intense rush of pleasure flow through him. It forced his vampire side to recede.
    He knew that he needed to embrace the incubus part of himself, just as Elissa had said, but he was afraid of what might happen if he did.
    She was so tempting. Her taste, her scent, her sweet arousal and the way she had moaned when he licked her, all of it pushed him to do as she was commanding and feed on her sexual energy.
    Sexual energy that he had awoken in her.
    A blind man could see that she was new to all of this. That was the