His mind was buzzing with questions. How she'd gotten here, where she'd been, but his body had its own plans. He could feel his fangs pressing against the flesh of his gums, his c*ck straining against its confinement beneath the suit slacks he'd donned for his last meeting an entire lifetime ago. He pulled back and stared down at her, running a finger along the ridge of her pale eyebrows, across her soft cheek and along the crease of her lips. She sucked his finger into her warm little mouth and he laughed. “Hungry, sweetheart?"
"Starving,” she said fervently, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You're wearing a suit."
He glanced down at himself. “So I am."
"I think you should take it off,” she said. “Now."
"Such a hurry. Maybe we'll take it slow—"
Her clever fingers slid down between their bodies to grip his erection through the cloth of his pants, and he groaned, throwing his head back with a pleasure so great he wanted to howl. He lowered his head and gave her a flat look. “Careful, little one,” he growled. “It's been a long time."
She met his gaze evenly. “I missed you, Raj. I missed you so much."
His heart clenched with unfamiliar emotion and he let his hand drop to her neck, sliding beneath the silk of her white blouse, slipping the buttons free until he had bared the valley between her br**sts. “I missed you too, Sarah.” He bent his head and kissed her softly, tasting her sweet mouth, his tongue exploring, remembering. She made a small, eager noise and his c*ck jumped in response. He groaned, baring his fangs into their kiss, feeling her tongue glide around them until she nicked an edge and her warm blood flowed into his mouth. The taste drove him over the edge.
He ripped the rest of her blouse away, revealing her full br**sts barely concealed by a frothy bit of lace bra. He tore that away as well, sucking hard on her ni**les, exploring each one with his tongue until they stood eager and erect, two pretty pink pearls gleaming wet in the candlelight. He renewed his attack, scraping her tender br**sts with his fangs and lapping up the slow trickle of blood as she cried out and buried her hands in his hair clutching him closer, arching her back against his mouth.
He moved down her body, ignoring her protests as he left her br**sts bare in the cool air of the room. She was wearing a short, tight skirt of some sort. He didn't bother with the zipper, simply slid it up her thighs until it was gathered around her waist. He kissed his way over her abdomen, rubbing his jaw against the soft skin of her belly, tearing the flimsy lace panties away from her mound when they hindered his explorations. Sarah moaned softly, spreading her legs in invitation so that the sweet scent of her arousal drifted up to torment him.
He ran his big hands over her thighs, spreading her legs wider, lowering his mouth to her silken folds and opening her with his tongue. He found her hard, little cl*t and rasped his tongue over it. She cried out, tugging at his hair frantically and gasping, begging, “Please, Raj. Please."
He didn't know what she was pleading for, but he knew what he wanted. He sucked as hungrily on her cl*t as he had her ni**les, rousing the hot little nub until she was screaming, until he could feel her pu**y clenching beneath his mouth as she came hard. He smiled and licked her juices slowly and leisurely as she groaned desperately. “Raj. Baby, my lord, master, whatever you want. Just f**k me, please. Please."
He laughed in pure male satisfaction, standing by the side of the bed and stripping off his suit, watching her hungrily as she writhed beneath his gaze, her little fingers sliding down between her thighs and rubbing frantically, trying to erase the unquenched desire burning there. He stepped out of his underwear and knelt on the bed na**d, taking in the sight of her luscious body, her full br**sts plump and aching, her pale pink areolas with their deep pink ni**les begging for his mouth. His gaze slid down further, past the skirt still gathered at her waist to her hot, little center, all wet and ready for him. He growled low in his chest and her eyes grew wider, raking up and down his body, settling on his jutting cock. Her pink tongue emerged, wetting her lips eagerly. She raised her eyes to meet his and without looking away deliberately spread her legs even wider.
He bared his fangs in a smile and dropped to the bed between her thighs, thrusting his full length deep into her tight sheath in a long, slow stroke. Sarah cried out wordlessly, wrapping her legs around his h*ps and holding him close, scraping her nails down his back until he felt the warm trickle of blood over his ribs. He drove in and out, eager for the feel of her cl**ax around him, for the rush of his own release. It had been too long. He waited until he felt her begin to tremble beneath him, until her body began squeezing his cock, coaxing it to release his seed. He lowered his head to her neck, rubbing the full length of his fangs along her sweat-soaked skin, before lifting his head slightly and sinking his fangs into the delicious flow of her blood.
She came instantly, screaming, her legs almost spasming around his back, lifting herself even further onto his c*ck as he joined her in a blazing, uncontrollable freefall of ecstasy.
He collapsed onto her, shifting to one side at the last minute to avoid crushing her. The movement threatened to slide his pulsing c*ck out of her hot, tight sheath, but she reacted quickly, her legs scissoring sideways to hold him inside her. He chuckled softly and gripped her hip, pulling her more firmly into the curve of his body. He licked her neck lazily, sealing the wound, savoring the delectable flavor of her blood, a flavor that was unique, his Sarah.
"You taste good,” he murmured, a rumble from deep in his chest.
She shivered and slid a hand up his back along his ribs, where she'd clawed him open with her nails. Raising fingers red with his blood to her mouth, she sucked them clean and, licking her lips as if savoring the sweetest honey, said, “So do you."
Raj grew still. “Sarah,” he said cautiously. “If you—"
"I know,” she said firmly. “I'm yours for however long you want me."
"That would be a very long time,” he said, kissing her mouth gently. “A very . . .” He kissed her again. “. . very long time."
She curled her arms around his neck and met his gaze. “Okay. But none of this vampire mating shit. I'm not a gorilla. I want a real wedding."
He groaned and rolled his head back in protest, but then lowered his gaze to hers once again and smiled. “It will have to be a nighttime wedding."
Sarah laughed. “I love you, Rajmund."
"Yes, you do,” he said smugly. She glared at him until he relented and admitted, “I love you, too."
He kissed her at length, savoring the knowledge that she was his. “I just have one question,” he said at last. Her eyes opened wide. “How long have you and Emelie been plotting against me?"
Sarah laughed and began to move against him. “This . . .” She arched her back, sliding herself on and off his hardening cock. “. . . is not a plot, my lord. I think we need to refresh your memory a bit."
Raj growled, rolling them over and forcing her down to the bed, driving himself deep inside her. “I see you need to learn your place, little one. And that is beneath your master."
Sarah slipped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. “I love you, master."
Raj smiled as the phone rang. He reached across her to dig his cell out of the pocket of his pants which lay on the floor. He checked the ID. “Emelie,” he answered, not waiting for her to say anything. “Clear my schedule for the next three days.” Sarah's eyes widened as he began thrusting slowly in and out of her. “And, Em? Thank you."