Dark Deception (Vampire Royals of New York #1) - Sarah Piper Page 0,21

he descended, kissing her hungrily, nipping and sucking before delving in deeper, his breath hot in her mouth, the faint tang of scotch lingering on his tongue.

She moaned in pleasure, imagining the ecstasy his deft, eager tongue could unleash on the rest of her body.

“Shh,” he whispered, pulling back to admonish her. “We don’t want our friend from security coming to investigate.”

They both listened intently as the tell-tale footsteps clomped down the hall. For a moment Charley tensed, but the thought of getting caught in such a severely compromised state sent a new thrill coursing through her veins.

“Maybe he’d like the show,” she teased.

The man slid his hands behind her, grabbing her ass and pulling her close. Charley’s knees weakened at the press of his rock-hard cock against her belly, thrilled that she’d driven him to the same state of desire as he’d driven her.

Reaching past her, he pulled open the closet door and slowly backed her inside, then shut the door behind them, enveloping them in darkness. The air was warm and thick, heavy with the delicious, clean scent of his skin and the leather from the coats hanging beside them. Charley had never been blindfolded, but she imagined it felt a lot like being in the dark closet, all her other senses on high alert.

He still hadn’t released her from his touch, and now he kissed her again, blazing a red-hot path along her jaw to her ear. In a possessive tone that flooded her core with molten heat, he said, “If you think for one minute I’d share you with another man, love, you’re sorely mistaken.”

And then, finally making good on his threat, her insane, commanding, rock-hard stranger dropped to his knees.

Chapter Nine

Dorian didn’t know how much time they had before someone discovered them, but for now, tucked away in a forgotten closet, she belonged to him—a beautiful, auburn-haired package gift-wrapped in secrets and satin.

His.

It was that simple.

Kneeling before her, Dorian pressed his face to the apex of her thighs. Her scent invaded every part of him, threatening to eradicate the very last of his control. He felt the familiar burn of fangs descending, but he knew that if he gave in now—if he tasted even one drop of her blood—he wouldn’t be able to stop.

And he couldn’t hurt her. Wouldn’t, no matter how desperately her blood called to him.

Turning his face, he pressed his stubbled cheek to the bare, silky-soft skin between her legs, forcing the dark hunger inside him to settle. Certain his fangs had finally receded, he turned his attention back to his gift, glad he’d ruined those sexy black panties. Now, there was nothing standing in the way of devouring her hot, needy flesh.

But first, he’d make her writhe—a delicious punishment for the state she’d left him in.

His tongue darted out from between his lips, stealing an all-too-brief taste. As if she could escape his teasing, she backed up against the closet’s inner wall, knocking a few coats and hangers to the ground.

“Be still, little prowler,” he warned, pressing his lips to the hollow below her hipbone. “Or I’ll have to spank you.”

She let out a soft moan, but did as he asked, holding absolutely still as he traced a light path along her inner thigh with his tongue. The taste of her skin was even more addicting than he’d imagined—soft and creamy and entirely too decadent for mere mortals to enjoy.

Gripping her thighs, he drew one long, toned leg over his shoulder and blew a soft breath across her clit. She trembled in his hands, her flesh erupting in goosebumps.

It was a powerful feeling—one he’d be fantasizing about for years to come.

She was so wet, so ready for him, so earnestly desperate for more, his resolve soon crumbled. As much as he’d wanted to teach her the fine art of restraint, he couldn’t deny her for another moment.

Couldn’t deny himself.

On a deep inhale, he buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking, exploring every red-hot inch with his tongue. It wasn’t long before the taste of his earlier meal was forgotten, along with all the things conspiring to ruin him tonight. Right now, there was only his mouth upon her flesh, the breathy sounds escaping her lips, the ripple of pleasure pulsing beneath her skin as he slaked another hunger.

Even with her back against the wall, the woman was growing weaker, her body slipping into a state of pure ecstasy as the inevitable climax simmered. Dorian felt the quickening of her