A Vampire for Christmas - By Michele Hauf Page 0,89

caressing the swell of her breasts. They tightened in anticipation, and he lifted his gaze back up to hers.

“Better than before,” he promised, moving the final short distance to caress the tight tip of her breast. Dipping his head, he nipped and sucked at the other breast until she threaded her hands through his hair and held him to her.

Inside him came the rush of desire and, as it usually did, the clamor of the vampire to be released. He had restrained the beast when he was with her, but this time he set it free.

The animal within him shook with the joy of liberation, but he reined it in, wanting to make sure he gave Angelina the pleasure that might bring forgetfulness of the beast’s bite.

With the sharp edge of his fangs, he traced the puckered tip of her breasts, earning a surprised gasp from her. More gently, he took the tip into his mouth, suckling her until she was digging her fingers into his shoulders.

The sensation was familiar and yet foreign, Angelina thought. With each gentle pull, she experienced the scrape of his fangs along sensitized skin. At one particularly rough tug that created both pleasure and pain, she cried out and arched her back, bringing herself flush along his body.

He raised his head. His silver-gray gaze had bled out to the neon-blue of the vampire and long canines extended beyond the fullness of his lips. He hesitated a moment, then trailed a line of kisses down her center to the apex of her legs, where he parted her and sucked at her core.

She opened her legs wide, offering herself to him. He continued his sensual kiss at her center while easing one finger and then another into her, preparing her for his possession once more.

Angelina closed her eyes against the pleasure he was bringing her. Surely this was Heaven and anywhere without him—Hell. She threaded her fingers through the silk of his hair and held him close, savoring the sensations he was creating. As one sharp tug at her nether lips had her shaking, she lifted her hips up, asking him for more.

He chuckled and the sound reverberated against her center, dragging a moan from her. “Do not tease me so, Damien,” she pleaded, feeling empty inside without him.

He slowly shifted upward until his body covered hers. It was warm with the heat of the vampire. His eyes blazing with light and those long, wickedly lethal fangs bright in the dim light of early morning.

“It seems only fair since you tempt me beyond reason, Angelina,” he said, guiding himself to her center where, with a slight move, he slipped the tip of his erection into her.

She moaned and arched her hips, taking him in a little deeper, but he held back.

“Why do you hesitate?” she asked, puzzled by his restraint.

A bittersweet smile tempered the harsh look of his lips with their deadly fangs.

“I do not wish for this to end too quickly. For Heaven to slip through my fingers,” he readily admitted.

She could not argue with him. Today brought no promise for their future and because of that, she did not rush him, but instead took the moment to run her hands up and down the hard muscles of his arms. She inched her hands inward to cup and explore his chest and the ridges of his midsection.

He sucked in a rough breath then, his body beginning to quiver.

“Take me,” she pleaded, her own body waiting for his full possession. Waiting for the bite that would feed his demon body the way their loving was nourishing their souls.

At her plea, he complied, easing in the final inches to fill her. Drawing a long, satisfied breath from her as the powerful length and width of him drove away the emptiness in both her body and her soul.

He lowered himself onto her and bent his head, alternating a series of kisses and love bites along the line of her collarbone until he was at the crook of her neck. He nuzzled that area, the sensation almost ticklish until the sharp, undeniable teeth of the demon scraped her skin.

She shuddered, fear and need battling one another.

Softly, he whispered, “Forgive me, my love.”

Pain burst from the spot on her neck as he bit down and she experienced the pull of his mouth, drawing in sustenance. Soon, however, desire snaked through her body and pleasure obliterated all other sensation.

Damien fed from her. Nothing he had tasted had ever been as glorious or