As you know, my long awaited vampire novel, "A Vampire's Kiss," just came out on Monday. That means all my readers and fans FINALLY got their hot little hands on my yummy vamp, Dray. Not just pieces-parts of him. But the whole novel...all 37 chapters. WOOT!
In fact 17 hours after "A Vampire's Kiss" hit the Kindle Store it landed on 3 of the "100 Top Bestsellers" lists in Kindle (Vampire Romance, eBook Erotica, Erotica).
Do I have the best fans in the entire world, or WHAT?! Love you all!!
Today, as a treat for you because you're so fab, I thought I'd post one of the sizzling hot sex scenes in "A Vampire's Kiss" (Chapter 14). If you haven't read this Pagan erotica novel, this is the one where I made the heroine (Sara) a clone of me. I couldn't help myself. When I created Dray he was just so yummy I wanted to fuck him myself. And I did in this novel....over and over and over and...well, ya know. YOWZA!
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Okay, ready for some hot vampire sex? Just one warning: grab a cold drink before you start reading. You're gonna need it! *sex-obsessed wink*
A Vampire's Kiss: Chapter 14
“I can’t do this,” Dray replies, ending his hungry kiss with a slow sweep of his tongue.
But his hands say something different. When Sara lunged at him and knocked him against the door, he grabbed her by the waist to steady himself. His cool hands continue to linger there, moving up under her t-shirt, teasing her hot flesh.
“Yes, you can,” she protests, grasping his suit coat and yanking it halfway down his arms.
Dray chuckles as he releases her waist and slips off his coat, tossing it on an empty shelf. Lifting his wrist, he glances at his watch. “Sugar, I’m not kidding. I have a meeting in my office in thirty minutes.” He cups her face and brushes her lips with a quick kiss. “Damn,” he sighs, resting his forehead against hers. “You make me want things I haven’t wanted for decades.”
Sara giggles. “You’re not that old, bat-boy.” She presses her body into his and moves her hip against his crotch. “I’m older than you by at least five years, and you know it.”
Dray grins and kisses the tip of her nose. “If you say so, darlin’.”
Quickly, Sara slides her hand inside his slacks and curls her fingers around his swollen cock. “You can do this, Dray. You need a good fucking as much as I do.”
He inhales sharply and closes his eyes for a moment. “You love to talk dirty, don’t you, sugar?” he hisses, the muscle in his cheek clenching as he struggles for control.
Sara gently squeezes his shaft, running her thumb over the moist head. “Quit stalling, big boy. You can’t keep putting me off.” She grins wickedly and walks her fingers down the silky skin of his shaft. “I’m warning you. I don’t play fair.”
“So I've noticed,” he growls, his dick twitching beneath her touch.
“How much time do we have?” Carefully she unzips his slacks with one hand, while she continues to massage his lengthening erection with her other.
A low groan rumbles from Dray’s chest. He flicks his wrist and scans his watch. “Twenty-five minutes.”
Under the dim light of the closet lamp she can see the exact moment he surrenders to the lust pooling in his dark eyes. First, sexual tension sculpts his jaw in a rigid line. Then he grabs the edge of her t-shirt and cami.
“Lift your arms,” he commands, his voice husky and urgent. In a flash he strips her from the waist up and lays her clothes on top of his coat.
A fey smile curves Sara’s lips. She places her hands on her slender hips and shakes her small breasts at him. “Want me, bat-boy?”
“Damn,” he breathes, as her nipples bud into tight beads, rosy and succulent, under his heated stare.
Sara licks her finger, running it slowly down her neck and around each flushed areola. With both hands she rolls her nipples between her fingers, tugging on them. An electric bolt of sensation zips straight to her clit with every pinch. Her head drops back, and she moans.
When she looks up at Dray, her eyes are hazy with need. “You sure do curse a lot for a man who kids me about my dirty mouth,” she murmurs.
“You bring it out in me, sugar,” he replies, breathing heavily, his ravenous black eyes never leaving her nipples.
Sara licks her finger again, dragging it through the thatch of ebony curls covering Dray’s chest. When she reaches his belt she unbuckles it and frees his thick, erect cock.
Dropping to her knees, she swirls her tongue around his shaft. Then she swallows him to the root, humming with pleasure when the tip grazes the back of her throat.
Dray exhales loudly, as if the air has been knocked out of his lungs. He leans against the door, his hands gripping her braid while he slowly thrusts into her mouth.
Once, twice, three times.
“Enough!” he snarls and slips from between Sara’s moist lips, pulling her to her feet.
“You taste soooooo good, bat-boy.” Sara smiles teasingly and slowly licks her lips. “How much time do we have?”
“I need this Dray,” she insists, hoping he won’t leave her empty and frustrated again.
“Damn, sugar, so do I.”
Gripping her shoulders, Dray captures her mouth in the most aggressive kiss she’s ever received. It’s like she’s finally unleashed the dark hunger lurking behind his cool exterior. Threading his hands through her hair, he kisses her roughly, almost bruising her lips with the intensity of his desire.
And she loves it.
A thunderous jolt of lust hits her so hard she shivers. Her clit throbs, and moisture floods her pussy, trickling down her thighs.
“Are you ready yet?” Dray sniffs the air and then shoves his thigh between her legs, opening her up. He slips his hand into her jeans and panties, his long cool fingers parting her swollen folds.
Sara moans on contact and rubs against his hand, coating it with her cream.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.” Removing his thigh, he unzips her jeans with a movement so swift she can barely see it. Soon her jeans, panties, and boots are lying on the floor.
Huh? How did he do that?
The next thing she knows he’s lifting her in the air as if she were as light as her backpack. Completely nude, she wraps her legs around his waist, his hard cock stiff against her stomach.
Dray backs up against the door and cups her ass with his strong hands. “Put your feet flat on the door, sugar.” Positioning her dripping pussy over his shaft, he drags the head back and forth through her drenched labia. Then he plunges in with one swift stroke, pulling her to him, driving deeply into her moist heat.
“Dear Goddess!” Sara screams and arches her back. The girth of his cock stretches her delicate muscles, burning across nerve endings that have ached for him all morning.
Dray groans, his breathing shallow and labored now.
“Yesssssss!” she screams. Using her feet for leverage, she slides up and down on his shaft, loving how incredible he feels. When he pumps his hips to meet each of her slow, deep thrusts, she can’t help the joyful moan that escapes her lips.
Growling with each stroke, Dray sounds more feral by the minute. Perspiration trickles down his cheek. “Do you trust me, Sara?” he hisses, his voice ragged.
He swallows roughly, watching her with a penetrating stare, every bit the predator now. His eyes are black as the night sky, glistening like dark crystals. Desire etches severe shadows into his face. His hair is scattered wildly across his shoulders. In this untamed state he looks more handsome than ever.
Sara knows she’s pushed him too far this time, and she should be frightened. Something is happening here she doesn’t quite understand. Yet her raging libido calls to this part of him, yearns for a connection with this ravenous creature he keeps so carefully hidden.
“You’re hungry for me, aren’t you?” she whispers, staring into those black, glimmering eyes. She moves faster, rising and falling on his slippery dick, her pussy creaming with every stroke.
“Yes,” he grunts, his voice low and guttural.
Less talk. More action. Just the way she likes it.
“Then take me, big boy,” Sara purrs, leaning forward to lick a drop of sweat dangling from his earlobe. “I know you dream about me. Do it. Fuck me wild and hard the way you do in your dreams.”
Dray howls in response. The feral sound is so loud it roars through the storage closet, vibrating the metal shelves. He slams his cock into her, and she shrieks, arching her back against his strong arms, trusting him to hold her.
No man has ever made love to her like this. Wild, animalistic, untamed. Later she’ll think about why she needs to be fucked so savagely. But for now she can’t get enough of it.
“How much time do we have?” Sara pants, her body soaked with perspiration.
Dray glances at his watch. “Five minutes.”
Not enough time.
But before she can protest he swivels his hips. His deep thrusts graze her G-spot, and she mewls with pleasure. Damp strands of hair cling to her moist neck, and she swears she feels his cock touch the tip of her womb with every stroke.
“I can finish us fast if you trust me, sugar,” he murmurs against her neck. Lightly grazing her sensitized skin with his teeth, he torments her with erotic nips and sucking kisses.
“Do it,” Sara whimpers. White-hot heat coils in the depths of her belly. “I’m so close. Do it!”
Dray grabs her ass, crushing her to him, and grinds his pelvis against her clit. Then his teeth sink into her neck.
Much deeper than the last time.
And it hurts. But when she feels him draw that first sip of blood a clit and G-spot orgasm explode simultaneously, shattering her.
Suddenly, she’s screaming while she drowns in a river of ecstasy. It washes over her unmercifully, a tidal wave she’s powerless to stop. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful. And it goes on and on and on, until her head drops back and her screams are nothing more than rasping pants.
Just when Sara thinks she might survive it, a breast orgasm sizzles through her chest straight to her clit. Her nipples bud as hard as nails, and she splinters, convulsing in another fierce climax.
She clings to Dray, pressing her fingers into his muscular arms while he drives into her saturated cunt. Her back continues to bow from the force of these orgasms, and she gasps for breath.
It’s too much.
The pleasure is just too much.
Yet she never wants it to stop.
Floating in an orgasmic fog, Sara realizes she’s crossed the line today. For better or worse, she’ll crave passionate, edgy sex like this. More than that, she’ll hunger for a wild, feral man who will bite her.
And sip her blood.
She’s always been a greedy lover. But now she needs that blood transfer and those incredible orgasms. Having experienced the dark kink of a Sanguinarian like Dray, she won’t be satisfied with anything less.
In five amazing minutes Dray has become more than her sexy boss. He’s become a sexual addiction. And he’s turned her into a blood vamp’s groupie. A fangbanger.
If she had the energy to laugh she would.
“Fuck!” Dray groans. The sound of his voice drags her back from her decadent thoughts to the storage closet and this dangerously kinky man who just sent her spiraling into unknown realms of ecstasy.
He thrusts into her once more and floods her spasming pussy with his seedless cum. The pulsing of his dick against her tender tissues ignites her G-spot, and she climaxes again.
Tears stream down her cheeks, and Sara opens her mouth to shriek with supreme satisfaction. But Dray covers her lips with his, swallowing her cry in a ravishing kiss.
Sticky and soaked with sweat, she collapses in his arms. She’s vaguely aware of his tongue lapping the open wound in her neck, but she’s too satiated protest. Each swipe soothes the broken flesh, and surprisingly she feels no pain.
“Wow, you really know how to nail a woman, Dracula,” she mumbles, her voice no more than a hoarse whisper.
Dray gives her one of those arrogantly male chuckles and slowly pulls out before lowering her to the floor. Grabbing a roll of paper towels from the shelf, he wipes their combined juices from his shaft. Then he tucks himself back into his slacks and zips up.
But instead of dressing hurriedly and dashing off to his meeting, he kneels in front of her. Tearing another paper towel from the roll, he cleans his cum from between her thighs.
When he finishes he tosses the paper towel in the trash. Still kneeling, Dray parts her pussy with his fingers and examines her swollen flesh. Then he kisses her mound tenderly, nuzzling her damp curls. When his tongue flicks out and laps her delicate tissues, she jumps. But he holds her firmly, gently licking away the soreness.
“I apologize for being so rough, sugar,” he says, looking up at her. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
Sara laughs, her heart still racing from the force of her last climax. “I needed frisky sex, big-boy.” She grins from ear to ear. “I absolutely loved it.”
Chuckling again, Dray stands and helps her into her clothes. He lets her button his shirt while he tucks it into his slacks. Expertly finger-combing his waist-length hair, he ties it back with the ribbon retrieved from the floor.
“Your shirt is a mess,” Sara comments, trying to smooth the wrinkles from his damp dress shirt. “Guess I got carried away.”
“We both did, darlin’.” Dray smiles affectionately and brushes a wet strand of hair from her flushed cheek. “But I have plenty of clean shirts at my place.” Then he pulls her into his arms and gives her a hot, mind-numbing kiss.
Sara can taste herself on his lips, and she melts against his firm body. He knows how that turns her on. But at this point she’s so relaxed all she can do is grind her swollen cunt into his dick and purr.
“I don’t know what it is about you, sugar,” he confesses, drawing back to take a deep breath. “But you unleash the animal in me.”
“Roar,” she growls, snuggling into him again, not wanting to let him go just yet. “Sounds good to me.”
Dray chuckles, and she can feel the masculine rumble vibrate his chest.
“Now I’m late.” He fishes his cell phone from the pocket of his slacks and quickly presses a few buttons with his thumb. “Lacey, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He looks at Sara and winks. “No, nothing to worry about. I was delayed by an intriguing complication.”
“Mmmm,” Sara hums, nuzzling his neck before releasing him. “I like being a complication.”
“You’re more than that, sugar.” A sexy grin tugs the corners of his mouth while he shrugs into his suit coat. “You’re a dangerous complication.”
“Hey, no one ever said life with me was easy,” she teases when he opens the door. “I come with a warning label. Didn’t you know that, bat-boy?”
“I do now.” Dray laughs and shakes his head. “Damn, do I ever.”
Sara leans on the doorframe of the storage closet, watching him square his shoulders and compose his expression. Then he walks briskly across the tile floor of the greenhouse and out the door, turning toward the penthouse.
But his tight ass and the rolling movement of his slim hips only remind her of how skillfully he just fucked her.
“That man is sex-on-a-stick,” she sighs, licking her kiss-swollen lips.
Reaching up, she hesitantly runs her fingers over the area on her neck where Dray bit her. Much to her surprise, the skin seems unbroken and healed. She presses lightly, testing it, but feels no tenderness or pain.
Just to make sure, she walks over to her backpack and pulls out a tiny mirror. Swinging her braid out of the way, she scrutinizes her neck.
But the skin looks as smooth and unmarked as it feels.
“Alrightyyyyy,” Sara purrs, grinning devilishly. “Looks like my special bennies with vamp-man are gonna work out just fine.”
Laura Stamps (c)
Pagan Paranormal Erotica Novelist
(HOT vampires, shapeshifters, witches)
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