Dark Obsession (Vampire Royals of New York #3) - Sarah Piper Page 0,26

handed it over. “And Aiden thinks I’m dramatic.”

Her eyes went wide, a smile breaking across her face as she stared at the thing in disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

“It would appear that I am.”

Charlotte laughed and set the drive on the dash, then surprised the hell out of him by crawling out of the driver’s seat and maneuvering into his lap, straddling him. Sliding her hands over his shoulders, she grinned again and whispered, “Dorian Redthorne, I could kiss you.”

“Ah, but what a fall from grace.” Dorian ran his hands up her thighs and gripped her hips, returning her smile. “The fearless, death-defying, heartbreakingly beautiful Charlotte D’Amico lowering her standards to kiss an obstinate, demanding, boar-headed—no, wait. It was pig-headed, wasn’t it? An obstinate, demanding, pig-headed vampire—”

She cut him off with a kiss that stole his breath away, igniting a fire inside him that’d been smoldering for days. Her thighs clamped tight around him, and she slid her hands behind his neck and fisted his hair, the familiar press of her body bringing him back from all the darkness they’d endured tonight.

Her mouth was soft and warm and inviting, and there he lingered, tracing the contours of her lips with his tongue, nibbling and teasing, savoring the sweet taste of a kiss that was rapidly working him into the best kind of frenzy.

There was no hiding her effect on him. In a matter of seconds, he was as hard as steel, his cock aching beneath her.

“Dorian,” she breathed, rocking her hips and rubbing against his length, driving him absolutely wild.

He tightened his grip on her hips, wishing like hell they were already naked. All he wanted to do was drive his cock into her hot, hungry flesh.

All he wanted to do was make her come.

But despite their mutual carnal appetites, something held Dorian back.

He knew Charlotte was upset about Sasha—about everything that’d happened tonight. As much as he wanted to give in to this impossibly hot moment, he wouldn’t take advantage when she was feeling so vulnerable.

“Charlotte,” he whispered, pulling back to catch his breath. “We don’t have to do this right now. I understand it’s—”

“I want to.” She leaned forward again and pressed a searing hot kiss to his neck, then captured his earlobe between her teeth, her breath hot on his skin. “I need this, Dorian,” she whispered, running her tongue along the shell of his ear. “You’re the only thing that can make my mind stop spinning.”

A shiver rolled through his body.

“I can… certainly… distract you,” he panted, doing his damnedest to stay focused, but bloody hell, that hot, soft tongue of hers was making it nearly impossible. “But it’s not… going to… solve...”

“I don’t care.” She pulled back, her voice breaking with emotion. “I’m barely keeping it together. Everything inside me hurts, Dorian. It fucking hurts.”

“I know, love.” He traced his fingertips over her eyebrow. He knew he could bring her to ecstasy, but for once, he wished he could simply erase her anguish.

“If you can take me away from this for even five lousy minutes,” she said, “I want it. Please don’t say no.”

Dorian’s resolve crumbled. In that moment, there was nothing he’d refuse her.

“Five lousy minutes?” he teased softly. A lock of hair had come loose from her ponytail, and he tucked it behind her ear, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I think we can do a bit better than that.”

She was already reaching for the button and zipper on his pants, freeing him.

“You’re certain?” he asked.

Charlotte nodded, smiling again despite her pain. “Yes, Mr. Redthorne. Make me forget, just for a little while.”

And just like that, Dorian was gone, lost to her desperate whispers, her eager touch, the warmth of it as she fisted his cock and stroked him just… fucking hell… just right.

“Charlotte, you… I’m going to… You need to… slow down,” he finally managed, worried he wouldn’t last five lousy seconds, let alone five minutes.

But she was relentless. Hungry. Insatiable.

“I need you inside me,” she breathed urgently. “Don’t make me beg. Not tonight.”

“As you wish.”

In the tight space of the car, Dorian helped her out of her leggings and panties, but there was no time to remove anything else. Naked from the waist down, she straddled him again, then sank down onto his cock, wrapping him in her soft, seductive heat.

For one brief moment, she stilled, her body pulsing around his cock in time with her heartbeat.

Dorian touched his forehead to her shoulder and sighed. She