Dark Deception (Vampire Royals of New York #1) - Sarah Piper Page 0,22

heartbeat, the hot rush of blood in her veins.

He sucked her clit between his lips, gently grazing it with his teeth.

“Right there,” she whispered frantically. “God, that’s so… yes!”

He pulled back, blowing another soft breath between her thighs. She squirmed and struggled with the sash around her wrists, but here in the forbidden closet, hands bound, one leg draped over his shoulder, there was nothing for her to do but submit, relinquishing control of her pleasure to a man who could—in less time than it took her heart to pump another course of blood through her body—sink his fangs into her femoral artery and suck her dry.

“Don’t tease me,” she begged, the sweet seduction of her voice bringing him back from that dangerous edge. “I’m so close.”

“Your mouth says one thing, but…” Dorian slipped his fingers inside her with a long, deep stroke. “I think you like being teased, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“But if you want me to stop…” He pulled his fingers out, hovering near her entrance.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. You’re making me fucking crazy, but I love it.”

“Good girl.” He plunged into her again, stroking her with his fingers while he licked the hot, swollen nub of her clit, pulling back each time she got too close to ecstasy.

When he finally sensed she couldn’t endure another moment of his torture, he stopped his teasing and kissed her madly, fucking her with his mouth, harder, faster, deeper as he pushed her to the very edge.

And then, right over it.

“Fucking hell!” she breathed, her voice a desperate whisper, making Dorian regret not telling her his name. What he wouldn’t give to hear it now, rushing out with her last, gasping breaths as her hips bucked wildly against his face, her whole body humming with euphoria.

Dorian had given her the ultimatum in hopes of maintaining the tenuous hold on his control, but now he was absolutely drunk on the woman, quickly falling under whatever spell she’d intended on casting when he caught her in the study. Maybe all she wanted was his wallet, his passport, the keys to Ravenswood—hell, maybe she was a hunter, stake at the ready, but Dorian didn’t care. Right now, all that mattered was the taste. The feel. The promise of what came next.

The clock was ticking on their last secluded moments—Dorian knew they didn’t have much time. But he wasn’t ready to let her go. How could he say goodbye without knowing how it felt to be inside her, to drive her over the edge again as he fell right along with her? He’d gotten his taste, but now his cock was more than ready, desperate to ruin her for anyone else.

She was still buzzing from the orgasm when he rose from the floor, kissing his way from her thighs to her hips, her belly, her breasts. Through the lace of her bra, he scraped his teeth against her nipple, and then bit gently, unleashing another moan of pleasure.

“Untie me,” she said. “Please. I need to touch you.”

He unbound her wrists, and she pressed a hand to the front of his suit pants, palming his cock. Dorian’s breath caught, his own heart banging as wildly as hers. As she fumbled with his belt buckle, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, freeing her firm, perfect breasts and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Her skin was so smooth and soft, like warm velvet beneath his stubbled jaw, and bloody hell he needed to be inside her—right fucking now.

“I should probably warn you.” He slid his hand between her thighs, stroking her slick heat. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Then I should probably warn you.” The woman reached inside his boxers and gripped him hard, then leaned in close, her words a hot rush in his ear. “I like it rough. Don’t you dare disappoint me.”

Dorian sputtered out a laugh. Who was this woman? Every time he thought he’d regained the upper hand, she swept in with another feisty remark, another touch, another dare that knocked him off-balance and made it more unlikely that he’d let her go.

He was about to assure her he’d be glad to accommodate, when a noise beyond the closet door cut him off, and suddenly the world went stark white, their dark hideaway flooded with harsh, accusatory light.

“You gotta be kidding me.” The security guard stood in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, the other on his cell. Shooting them a look that could cut glass, he spoke brusquely