Sleepless Beauties: A Rejected Mates Paranormal Romance (The Vampires Vendetta Series Book 1) by A.K. Koonce (best romance ebooks .TXT) 📗

And then I part my lips just slightly to let his cock open my mouth for him. My tongue glides down his shaft with a pulse throbbing against me as I press against him.

A groan shakes through him and his hand falls away, but it locks into the messiness of my hair as he guides me further down his length. I take as much of him as I can, until he’s brushing the back of my throat. And then I repeat the same motion all over again.

And again.

And again.

He grows impossibly harder against my tongue with every passing minute. The sounds of pleasure that rumble out of him are an animalistic growl that my sex reacts to instinctively.

He’s making me wet just by hearing his approval.

I want him as much as he wants me, and I’m so tired of waiting.

“Turn around,” he commands once more.

But this time, instead of waiting for me to obey, he pulls back from me and grabs my hips. I’m still catching my breath as he drags my knees across the folded grass and shoves my dress up and my lace panties down. The tight material of my dress bunches around my hips. My back arches for him. My legs shake at the simple thought of his thickness filling me. I wait for that first delicious thrust.

I wait.

I wait.

I wa—

And then the soft caress of his tongue flicks over my opening from behind.

A surprised gasp cuts over my lips.

His hold on my hips tightens as he begins to roll his tongue deeper, flicking over my clit before diving in as far as he can go. The shiver of his groan goes all through me as he tastes and fucks me with his mouth.

The quickness of it all makes every sensation blur into one. I can’t tell what he’s doing, but my body reacts to every single move he makes. Every lashing of his tongue is like a glimpse of nirvana that lights me up inside. He leaves me breathless and gasping and wanting and needing.

And then he stops.

My eyes flutter open to the intense sunlight.

The sounds of birds are suddenly heard around us. Or maybe they were there all along…

His nails sink into my hips and just as the world is starting to reform around me once again, he makes it all fade away. A slick hardness slides down my sex and across my clit.

My mouth parts. Then he teases my opening. My legs spread wider, but still he just brushes himself over my wetness.

I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder.

His lips curve up at one side in an arrogant -how do you like it now?- sort of way.

The cocky bastard.

Then he slides all the way in. Inch by glorious inch he stretches me to the most amazing feeling of fullness. He thrusts so slow that it’s an awakening of his body entangling with mine. The most unstable shaking courses through me, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.

“Vuitton,” I whisper and the groan he replies with just sparks all new tremors within my core that lash out all through my body.

My hands tremble over the dry grass, and my fingers dig in to find any source of stability.

But it isn’t enough.

His hips collide with a speed I can’t even imagine. It’s fast and hard and I can’t even focus on my own breathlessness as he uses my body in the best possible way.

“Fuck,” he growls, and somehow manages to speed up his pace.

My moans are untamed as the winding whirlwind of pleasure inside me builds like a hurricane. Higher and higher, it continues to climb to new impossible heights.

His hand slides along my spine, and I’m faintly aware of how hard he pulls my hair at the base of my neck. My throat angles and my spine arches for him as he holds me in place to fuck me deeper. His other palm pushes against my lower back, and that just makes every single thrust feel more intense and demanding.

It’s… it’s too much.

Wetness drips all down my thighs and across his cock as blinding colors like the sun and stars colliding together flash behind my eyes. Every part of me trembles: my legs, my arms, even my screams. The waves of the colors and emotions never fade as he continues his pace. They simply wash in harder with spirals of ups and downs consuming my body in deliciously addictive pleasure.

A growl and a curse rumbles over his lips as he thrusts in so hard it hurts, and then he tenses there. I feel his hold on me quiver just as much as his hips do against my body.

Warmth blooms in my chest, and I don’t know why it feels so affectionate.

It feels utterly beautiful.

His fingers slip from my hair, and he drags those fingertips across the back of my dress in a slow caress of kindness. He leans over me and his big hands massage my neck before placing a series of soft kisses there.

Even after dirty, animalistic sex, he’s still sweet.

I pull away from him and turn until my back connects with the cold ground. His warm palms slide up and down my calves. The color in his hooded eyes is a bright gold now as he gazes at me.

I’ll never forget this. I won’t allow my mortal mind to dull any of the emotions he just gave me. The way he made me feel, I’ll never forget it.

But life carries on, with or without sentimental memories. I swallow hard as I pull my dress back down into place. My heart pounds, and only one thing is left clinging to the emptiness of my scattered thoughts.

“I really need to know everything you know about my sister,” I whisper sadly.

Because even in all my bliss, her troubles are always at the back of my mind.

Vuitton nods quietly.

He searches around himself, and then pulls a pair of black lace panties from the ground. Without asking, he begins sliding