And something inside me gives out.
I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her mouth to mine. Her lips are cold, but electric. She kisses me with an urgent hunger that I immediately match. A warm excitement explodes inside me and I press my hips up against hers, moving to the pulsing beat of the terrible club music. She puts her hands on my waist and pulls me closer to her, her grip strong and assertive. Her hands explore the curves of my body, sliding under my silk uniform top. Her touch is chilly and absolutely thrilling, sending shivers of delight up and down my spine. Her fingers move artfully across my skin, smooth andpowerful.
Adrenaline courses through my veins, the danger of the situation only ramping up my desire. What am Idoing? It’s extremely taboo for witches to be with vampires. If anyone found out…
She senses my hesitation and pulls away.
“It’s all right,” she whispers. “We can stop, if you want.”
Her eyes are full of unexpected tenderness.
It’s the nail in the coffin.
She’s got me.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
With a sly smile, she bends down and sweeps me off my feet and into her arms. I shout in surprise, then throw my arms around her neck. But I don’t need to worry. She can carry me easily.
My heart beating fast, she carries me to the back of the club, to her private suite. It seems so much more intimate than it ever has before. She lays me down on the velvet couch and shuts the door.
When she turns back to me, a wonderful shiver of anticipation goes through my body. I realize that I’m trembling slightly. I’m not used to being so…vulnerable. Usually I’m the most powerful witch in the room. But as I watch Celine’s graceful, vampiric movements, I wonder if she could best me if it came down to it.
The thought makes me weak in the knees.
She crouches over me, and pulls my shirt over my head, being careful of my long braids. I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples are erect and ready. I can feel them become sensitive at her intense gaze. Her eyes move over my body, agonizingly slow. I can feel my wetness build, aching for her touch.
Her fangs gleam bright white in the dim lighting. I have an embarrassing desire for her to sink them into me, for her to fill herself with my blood. Although the urge is powerful, I know I can’t give into it. Vampires can often tell when blood has magical properties, and I’m sure my two-hundred-year-old witch blood would immediately reveal my true purpose at her nightclub.
Gathering all of my resolve, I find my voice.
“Don’t…don’t bite me.”
She raises a perfect, dark eyebrow. “Would you like me to touch you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, lowering myself onto the chaise. Its velvet plush is wonderfully soft on my bare skin. She takes off her blazer, revealing her toned, smooth arms.
With practiced swiftness, she undoes the button of my jeans and pulls them down over my ankles. She tosses them impatiently to the floor and bends down over me.
She starts at my neck, kissing my sensitive skin, awakening a deep, urgent need inside me that I hadn’t realized was there. I can feel her fangs graze the point of my artery and I have to suppress the desire to take back my previous request. No, I can’t…it would be much too risky.
She moves quickly down my body, her tongue finding the hardened peaks of my nipples. She sucks them gently with a moan, and my back arcs in pleasure. My head falls back against the comfortable chaise.
Her hair tickles my stomach and she kisses and licks her way farther down, getting closer and closer to my tender wetness. My panties are completely soaked. When she arrives at my crotch, she uses her sharp canines to slice through the thin material.
I shriek with delight as her mouth finds me, lapping up my fragrance. Her tongue explores my folds assertively, not holding anything back. I move my hips against her eager lips as waves of pleasure pulse through me.
My pleasure crests into a powerful orgasm, intense and liberating.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
She moves her lips up to my ear, her voice like a crackling flame.
“I want to be inside you.”
“Yes!”
She kisses me, her fangs moving delicately over my tongue. I can taste myself on her, a sweet and lustful scent. I bury my fingers in her soft hair, wanting to be closer to her.
