Dark Deception (Vampire Royals of New York #1) - Sarah Piper Page 0,85

bathroom.

His touch was a tender contrast to the fierce, carnal possessiveness that had overtaken him earlier, unlocking something in her heart that probably should’ve stayed buried.

The kind of man who could take her to the edge, test her limits, talk dirty to her all night long, and wake her up with soft cuddles and kisses and breakfast in bed…

She forced away the memory of her earlier thoughts. Nothing about this could end with breakfast in bed. It was a one-time deal, and now that they’d gotten it out of their systems, they needed to move on.

Dorian set her on her feet beside the massive glass shower doors, then reached inside to turn on the dual shower heads, his arm brushing across her back. Between her legs, the evidence of their passion ran down her thighs, a hot slide that had Charley heating up all over again…

Until it dawned on her what that hot slide actually meant.

“Fuck.” She gripped the edge of the vanity top behind her, her stomach twisting. In the crazy heat of the moment, they hadn’t bothered with protection. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“That’s a lot of fucks.” Dorian turned to her, eyes full of concern. “What’s wrong, love?”

“We didn’t use anything.” She shook her head in frustration, warm liquid still dripping down her thighs. “I’m not on the pill, Dorian.”

“Oh, I see.” He ran his thumb across her cheek, a smile touching his lips. “Vampires cannot reproduce. Nor can we transmit the sort of ailments that might otherwise concern you in a situation like this. But if it puts your mind at ease, it’s been quite some time since I’ve… been intimate.”

Intimate. God, she loved the way he talked. She used to think he was just extremely proper, but now she realized it was also a function of his age. He’d come from another time, arriving here long before her own ancestors had even set foot on this soil.

The whole situation was a hundred-and-one kinds of crazy.

“I’m sorry to worry you,” he said, still stroking her face. “I didn’t think to explain before things… escalated.”

Charley blew out a breath. “It’s okay. I mean, it’s good. About the… not having to worry about… It’s really good.”

Really good? What the hell was wrong with her? When had she turned into a nervous teenager?

Right about the time you started fucking a hot vampire and shut off half your brain…

She closed her eyes, forcing the spin of her mind to stop. She didn’t want to think about the impossibility of it all right now.

But hell, how could she not?

She’d just had the most intense, amazing sex of her life… with an immortal fucking vampire.

She was standing in the luxurious marble bathroom… of an immortal fucking vampire.

A sinfully hot man had brought her to ecstasy like no man had ever come close… and he was an immortal fucking vampire.

“You’re an immortal vampire,” she blurted out, the reality smacking her in the face again. “Jesus Christ, Dorian. You’re a fucking vampire! You have fangs and you’re insanely fast and stronger than a freight train on steroids and you… you drink blood, for the love of God!”

“God has nothing to do with this, Charlotte. I assure you.”

“But you’re not human!” She pushed against his chest with her fists, suddenly desperate for space. For air. But the steam from the shower was quickly filling the room, and Dorian’s presence was so imposing, so all-consuming, she felt like the walls were closing in.

“Call me a monster if it eases your conscience, love, but we both know the truth.” He fisted the back of her hair and tugged, forcing her to look at him. “You sing a very different tune when the monster shoves his tongue between your thighs.”

Her knees weakened at the memory of his demanding mouth, taking and taking and taking until she was a hot, trembling mess.

Charley’s fists uncurled, her palms flattening against his chest, his skin warm and slick in the steamy bathroom. His cock was already hard again, nudging her belly, ready for more.

She was so close to giving in, so close to climbing into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips, and letting him take her any way he wanted. On the bathroom sink, against the shower door, under the water… She could think of a million fantasies, each one more delicious than the last.

But her head was too heavy, her body spent from their battle between the sheets, and suddenly all she wanted to do was melt under the hot shower