Samuel is a centuries-old vampire who prefers to be a recluse. He is always afraid of losing control and becoming the monster he once was. Falling in love with a young witch has pushed his boundaries and pulled him out of his comfort zone.
Katerina always encourages Samuel to be more open, to let loose, and to really "live" instead of only existing in the shadows.
One night, he finally grants her wish . . . in ways she never imagined.
An Unexpected Evening
By Roxanne Rhoads
I swirled my tongue around his rigid cock, flicking at the bulging veins as Samuel roughly squeezed and caressed my breasts. He leaned his long torso over my half-twisted body, shoving his large shaft into my mouth. Finally, he acted a little more . . . vampish.
I'd been waiting a long time for him to show me more of his true nature and to quit being afraid he'd break me. I wasn't as fragile as he thought.
Working him from a twisted and almost upside down angle turned out to be a bit uncomfortable. But my flexibility combined with my eagerness and hunger for his touch made my discomfort easier to ignore. I loved the feel of his hands roving over me as I wrapped my lips around him. It was well worth a little pain . . . in fact, it was a deliciously exquisite torture. The kind of torture I craved from time to time.
A relationship full of sweetness, wine, and roses could get dull after awhile, without the occasional scratch from a thorn.
I loved thorns. And I loved Samuel.
I continued to work him in and out of my mouth. He tasted so good; slightly salty, a little sweet, with a hint of cinnamon, and he felt even better: hard like steel wrapped in smooth velvet. This experience couldn't get any better . . . well, maybe if he was covered in dark chocolate. Nah, his was the most exquisite flavor of all. I simply couldn't get enough of my delicious vampire.
His hands grasped my breasts, squeezed, then tweaked my nipples. Hard. I moaned in sweet agony as the pain spiraled into immense pleasure, and arched my hips, hoping he'd move his attentions lower. He complied with an inhuman growl. His eyes fixed on me, glowing with an inner fire, which cranked up my heat level. A couple years earlier, I never would've imagined being with a vampire as the most amazing sexual experience of my life.
His large hand cupped my sex, and he dipped a finger inside me, barely, just enough to tease me, test the waters. I wiggled and raised my hips, begging for more, as I held tight to his shaft and continued to lick his sweet tip like a large lollipop.
His hand grazed my hard clit. I let go of his cock and inhaled sharply at the surprise of the touch. I wanted more, but his hand disappeared. Such a tease. Then out of nowhere, his hand came down and smacked my aching pussy. Hard, but not too hard. I moaned at the exquisite sting.
Oh yeah, that's what I'd been craving. Finally, my vamp got the blood moving inside me.
