“I’m worshipping my woman’s body…”
Etienne saw her nipples tighten at his words, and his hunger for her grew.
“And memorizing every inch of her…”
He leaned over her, so impossibly big and sexy, and a whimper rose up her throat and tumbled past her lips in a soft, uneven sound.
“Because all of it is mine.”
Her body arched against his, her softness touching his hardness for one tantalizing second.
“And it’s mine, isn’t it, mi vavli?”
“Yes.” Spencer couldn’t even think of lying. The moment she had felt the hair on his chest brush against her nipples, she had been completely lost, her whole being transported to a world where nothing but desire existed.
Oh God, how she needed him. Wanted him. Loved him.
And suddenly, all those months of helplessly aching for his attention, those countless nights where she would wish and wish that one day, she could wake up and see his beautiful face next to her in bed—all of it was suddenly bursting out of her, and she could no longer stay silent—
“Etienne.”
It was just his name, but ah, the way she fucking said it, and the way she stared up at him with so much yearning…he had never had a woman look at him that way before. Had never cared to have a woman look at him in such a way, but because this was Spencer, it meant something. And suddenly, he could no longer hold himself back, could no longer think of anything past the all-consuming urge to pleasure her.
“Etienne.” This time, his name came out in a choked whisper, with Spencer suddenly finding herself showered with sweet, leisurely kisses that made her feel like melting and burning all at the same time.
He nibbled on her lips like they were his favorite snack, but when his lips moved down to suck gently on her pulse, she couldn’t help holding her breath, wondering if he would drink her blood again.
Feeling her tense, Etienne said with a chuckle, “No, mi vavli. It will be different this time.”
The words confused her, but they faded soon enough when she felt his lips resume its movement, trailing down lazily until he was able to nuzzle the valley between her breasts. His hands also started moving, and the moment she felt him cup her breasts, she couldn’t help lifting her head.
Etienne glanced up the moment he sensed her gaze on him, and his balls tightened in arousal when he saw her wide-eyed gaze. He watched her watch him as he started kneading her breasts, gently at first to have her get used to his touch, and when he heard her sigh, he gripped her breasts hard and was rewarded by the sound of her breath catching as she once again gasped his name.
“Etienne!”
She couldn’t help staring as his long, elegant fingers moved up and circle the erect buds of her breasts. The sight was so surreal, the thought that it was her boss, Etienne Hirsche, the man she had been secretly in love with for years…that it was him, fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples—
Her throat tightened at the sheer wonder of it, and when his gaze captured hers while his mouth hovered dangerously close to one tightened tip..oh God…his mouth closed over it, and a shudder of the most exquisite pleasure flamed through her veins. Knowing that he – her Etienne – was watching her, while his tongue circled her nipple, it was just too, too much, and she found herself crying his name out between whimpers and moans.
Etienne. God. Etienne.
It wasn’t his first time to have a woman watch him make love to her, but somehow it was different with Spencer. There was something about the way her lips seemed to part unconsciously, something about the way she couldn’t take her gaze off the way his lips and tongue were toying with her nipple…just fucking something about it that was too pure and beautiful…
His fangs were out in a flash, and in the next moment, he had her breast plumped up just before his fangs pierced the soft, firm flesh of her tit.
“Aaaaah!”
It was so completely unexpected that for several seconds she could only stare and shudder as he started drinking her blood from her breast while suckling on her nipple…and it felt so, so gooooooooood.
A sob rose out of her throat as he moved to her other breast, and this time he squeezed it hard and made the globe of flesh jiggle in his hand like a toy—
“S-Stop that!”
But he only laughed. “Liar.” And he proved this by squeezing her breast harder, and the rough gesture had a wanton cry spilling past her lips.
“Nooooo….”
Fangs flashed out.
And then he was suckling her nipple while once again drinking again her blood.
Oh God.
Her head fell back, and she unconsciously clutched his massively broad shoulders when she felt something inside of her constrict and tighten, like sensations shaping itself into a pulsing, throbbing ball…