I Only Have Fangs For You yb-3

by Kathy Love

  “Are you okay?”

  She shook her head. “No. My skin feels like it’s on fire.” And that was just the beginning of what she was feeling, but she was too embarrassed to tell him what other parts of her were blazing with need, too.

  He kissed her belly again, then rose to his feet. “I think I can help with that.”

  He kissed her lips again. Then he lifted her in his arms, his mouth never leaving hers, and he placed her on the bed. She sank down into the mattress. Instead of following her down, he sat beside her.

  Lightly he ran his fingers over her, over her shoulders, down her arms, across her stomach. His fingers grazed down her thighs, over the curve of her knee to her feet. Deftly, he untied the sandals, even his hands on her ankles making her body feel like it was about to engulf in flame.

  “Very sexy shoes,” he said with that sinful smile of his. He tossed them to the floor. Then he leaned back up to kiss her lips lingering, thoroughly. His mouth left hers to press small kisses across her chest, over her breasts where they swelled slightly over the top of her bra.

  “Can I take this off?” he asked, then he flicked his tongue over the protrusion of her nipple as if to demonstrate what he wanted to do without the barrier of plain cotton.

  She nodded and struggled upright to unfasten the hooks, but her body felt weak and rubbery. Sebastian caught her hands, stilling them, then he unhooked the bra, sliding the straps down her arms. He gently nudged her back against the pillows.

  His eyes moved to her breasts, studying her until she nearly covered herself in embarrassment. Then his hand came out to cup one of the aching swells.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. Desire tore through her at his expression and at his worshipping touch.

  He leaned forward and captured one of the swollen nipples, sucking and licking, until she was caught somewhere between ecstasy and hints of glorious pain. Pain. She had no idea pain could make her yearn, make her need. He squeezed the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, more of that exquisite, exciting pain shot through her.

  She writhed, gasping at the need swelling inside her.

  He lifted his head. “Are you okay?”

  She responded by hooking a hand around the back of his head and forcing his lips back to her throbbing nipple. He chuckled, the vibration of the laugh against her skin snaking downward to between her thighs.

  She wriggled again, wanting his touch everywhere. Her breasts, her skin, inside her. She startled at the idea, then realized that was what she wanted more than anything. To feel his power, his strength, his passion inside her. Making her whole.

  “Sebastian,” she pleaded, not sure how to ask for what she wanted. She pushed upright, wanting to touch him too. But he stopped her, kissing her until she fell back against the mattress.

  “I need you,” she whispered, when he lifted his head to gaze down at her.

  “You’ll have me,” he assured her, his hand stroking down her body, molding over her breasts, skimming over the swell of her stomach, stopping at the top of her panties. He toyed with the elastic at the waistband as he leaned over her, raining fluttery, barely-there kisses over her. Moving downward, slowly, slowly. All the while, his fingers playing with her panties, until she was squirming, panting, barely able to contain her need.

  His mouth stopped its leisurely wandering at the waistband. He licked along the edge of it, his tongue searing hot, thrilling.

  “You taste so good.” He licked her again.

  She gasped, her hips rising off the bed. His words should have frightened her. Being tasted was the last thing she wanted. She only knew that phrase as a lead-up to pain. But not here. Not now. Those words from Sebastian’s lips only made her ache to be tasted more-by him-only him. She wanted more of his hot tongue on her skin.

  Her fingers tangled in his hair as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and peeled the panties down, tossing them to the floor. Mina realized that she lay absolutely naked in front of him. This beautiful, perfect man. She waited for embarrassment to fill her. It didn’t.

  All she could think about was the fact that she wanted him to keep touching her. Keep looking at her with those smoldering, golden eyes.

  He shifted then, the mattress rising and falling as he situated himself between her legs. She rose up slightly on her elbows, startled by this new position. A position that left her spread wide for him to peruse. She started to tell him maybe she wasn’t so comfortable with what they were doing. Then he touched her.

  His finger brushed the dark curls at the apex of her thighs, another of his barely-there touches that left her gasping for air and her body tensing with powerful yearning.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, watching her intently.

  Okay? No, that wasn’t the word for what she was. She was dying and this time it was in pure desire, pure ecstasy.

  She nodded. Then he parted her, his finger flicking over the small point at the top of her sex that ached for his touch.

  Her hips shot upward, instinctively demanding a firmer touch. Sebastian grinned and gave her what she wanted. The pad of his finger stroked her, swirling, teasing. Each brush lifting her toward something that she didn’t truly understand, but she knew she wanted.

  She closed her eyes, panting, her hands knotted in the covers of the bed.

  Suddenly, his hand was gone, and she whimpered at the loss. But before she could beg for him to keep touching her, please keep touching her, pure fire shot through her body.

  She cried out, and Sebastian froze, his tongue pressed to the ultrasensitive nub of her sex. He seemed to brace himself, as her hands flew to his head. But she only pulled him closer to her, pushing that needy little nub against his tongue.

  “Oh, Sebastian,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  She felt his smile against her. Against her sex, the gesture overwhelmingly, thrillingly personal. More need zoomed through her.

  Then he lapped her. His tongue scorching, raspy, heaven. He swirled, then sucked gently with his pouty, wonderful lips to the point, just like with her nipples, it was almost painful, marvelously painful. Then as if he knew just when she was about to shatter, he’d again tease her with more fleeting whirls of his tongue. Her fangs extended as her passion grew and for the first time she could recall, she didn’t care. All she cared about was Sebastian and what he was doing to her.

  He continued his lovely torture until she was panting, squirming, calling his name over and over in dazed repetition. She cried out as he slowly sank one of his fingers into her damp heat. Then he eased in another. When she felt stretched and full, he suckled her clitoris hard, this time not pulling back as she neared the point of explosion. And with one final flick of his tongue, the whole world splintered around her.

  CHAPTER 20

  Sebastian moved up against the pillows, studying Mina. Her eyes were closed, her thick lashes inky against her cheeks, her red lips swollen, parted. Her pale, pale skin was actually flushed.

  And never had he felt so rewarded by a woman’s orgasm.

  His first thought was he wanted to do it again. Make her scream his name over and over. But he remained by her side holding her. This was a huge step for Mina. And he didn’t want to ruin her tenuous trust by being overzealous.

  Oh, he wanted to bury himself deep inside her tight little body, but he could wait. He could wait as long as she needed, until she totally believed he didn’t want to do anything but share pleasure with her. He wanted her trust as much as he wanted her passion. He wanted her to feel safe with him.

  Mina pulled in a deep breath that made her creamy rose-tipped breasts rise, then fall. His fingers twitched, wanting to touch those perfect nipples, but he kept his hand at her narrow waist. Patience. He’d never had it, but he would with her.

  Mina opened her eyes, turning to look at him. Her midnight gaze was bemused as if she still didn’t know what to think of what just happened.

  “Wow,” she finally murmured
, then smiled. He couldn’t help kissing that adorable, pleased grin.

  “Good?” he asked against her lips.

  She nodded. “I had no idea.”

  “Baby, our existence is not supposed to be about pain.”

  Her eyes locked with his, and he saw hope there. God, he never wanted this woman to know another moment of pain. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to… He just wanted her, here, with him.

  She snuggled against him, her hands shaping over his arms, then moving to his back. Her caresses made it difficult to maintain his decision to go slowly. The insistent organ shoving against the unforgiving material of his jeans wasn’t helping either.

  “Do you do-that to all the women you bring up here?” she asked suddenly.

  He lifted his head, surprised by the question.

  “I don’t want to talk about other women,” he said. He didn’t want to think about anyone but Mina.

  “Me neither,” she agreed readily.

  He smiled and leaned in to kiss her leisurely.

  “But you-you know-do other stuff with them, don’t you?” she asked before his lips made contact.

  “Other stuff?” He frowned.

  She shrugged, her cheeks actually coloring a little more. “You know. Intercourse.”

  Sebastian gaped at her, then laughed. “Here I thought I was doing a good deed by going slow and you’re feeling shortchanged.”

  Mina blushed more. “No. No, that’s not it.” She looked away from him.

  He laughed. “Oh, baby, come here.” He pulled her against him and rolled until she was on top of him. She peered down at him, watching him with unsure eyes.

  “I’ll happily give you anything you want. We can make love all night. I just don’t want to overwhelm you.”

  She wiggled on top of him, situating herself more securely on his chest, her movements rubbing her lush breasts against his chest. Her eyes left his, instead focusing on the pillow behind his head. Or maybe his left ear, he wasn’t sure.

  “Can you do that? Make love all night.”

  He couldn’t help laughing at her shyly intrigued question. “Uh-oh, I’ve created a nymphomaniac with one orgasm.”

  Mina actually blushed a true pink and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

  He ran his hands down her back, savoring the satiny texture of her skin, the delicateness of her bones and muscles, the softness of her bottom. He stroked her there, loving the gentle curve of her hips, the cushion of that perfect little rear end.

  Her hands touched him too. His arms, his shoulders. Her lips brushed his shoulder, his collarbone. They touched each other like that, until she was wriggling against him, her legs splayed on either side of his denim-covered hips.

  “Baby, I can’t do this much longer,” he muttered in her ear, careful not to get his lips too close to her neck. “Pretty soon my penis is going to have a permanent imprint from my zipper.”

  She gave him a concerned look, although he didn’t think she really understood what he was talking about. Taking her with him, he sat up, then gently slid her off him onto the mattress. He jumped up and unfastened his jeans. He pushed them down, his granite-hard cock immensely happy to be freed.

  When he looked up, he found Mina staring in rapt fascination at his erection. The hardened length pulsed against his stomach; her look was insanely erotic.

  “Mina, if you keep looking at me like that… ” he gave a slightly stunned laugh, shaken that her gaze could make him feel as if he could come right then, without even a single touch.

  “Sorry,” she said, her gaze moving to his face. But moments later, her eyes were back on his penis.

  He groaned and crawled on the bed. He pulled her to him, kissing her hungrily. Then he fell back against the mattress again pulling her with him, until she was straddling him.

  He fought the urge to rub his erection against the silkiness of her damped curls. Mina had no such qualms. She tilted her hips, grinding herself against him.

  He caught her, holding her still. “Baby, you can’t do that unless you want me to bury myself in you right this minute.”

  She gave him a startled look at his roughly muttered words, then she slipped off him. For a moment, he was afraid he’d scared her. Instead she sat facing him and reached out trembling fingers to touch his swollen length. She started as his penis leapt at her slight touch.

  “Does it hurt you?” she asked, staring at the organ with amazement.

  “Not hurt precisely.”

  She nodded as if she totally understood that. Her midnight eyes moved up to lock with his, and his chest swelled with the yearning he saw there.

  “You are so beautiful,” she said, shaking her head as if she couldn’t quite believe her reaction to him. He understood, looking at her kneeling beside him. Her black hair, tumbled from its ponytails, brushing her pale shoulders, her rounded, upturned breasts, her lovely bowed lips, her heartbreaking eyes.

  He couldn’t recall ever aching like this for a woman.

  Again, she touched him, grazing her fingers over the sensitive underside of him. Again, he pulsed against her hand. She smiled.

  “I didn’t think a…»

  “Penis,” he provided for her.

  She nodded. “I didn’t think it would be pretty.”

  “Hmm, a pretty penis,” he said with a strained smile, because her fingers were shaping the rounded head of the pretty object in question. “I’m not sure that’s what a man likes to hear about his dick.”

  She frowned. “Why not?”

  “Not very manly.”

  “Oh,” she said with a nod as if she was filing that information away for another time, for another lover. He dug his fingers into the bedding, this time with irritation, rather than arousal. He didn’t like thinking about Mina with another man.

  Sebastian’s attention was snapped back to Mina as she curled her fingers around his girth. His hips lifted slightly at the increased pressure.

  “Okay, enough touching,” he gritted, catching her wrist.

  “Did I hurt you?” Her eyes widened, and she released him.

  “No. But I’m at great risk of looking like the inexperienced one here.”

  Again, she frowned as if she didn’t understand, and frankly that was just as well with him.

  He shifted quickly, his barely contained desire and impatience making his movement swift and a little rough. She froze as soon as she was pinned under him, and he immediately cursed himself for his abrupt action. He rolled again, so she wasn’t trapped under him, but straddling against his hips.

  She blinked at the rapid sequence of motions, and he gave her a reassuring smile. “I don’t want anything to remind you of that night.”

  She stared at him, her eyes suddenly glittering with tears. He didn’t fully understand her reaction, but he sat up, pulling her to him. Her chest flattened to his, her bottom to his crotch, her legs curled around his waist. He cradled her in his arms, wanting to take all those memories away. Wanting to shield her from them.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and then they were kissing, their lips clinging to each other, desperate, hungry, and a little frantic.

  Mina knew she was doing it again, giving Sebastian mixed signals, but his concern when she’d been pinned under him made her feel… She didn’t dare to give the emotion swirling in her chest a name. But she knew it was intense and real and she wanted nothing more than to be one with this man.

  She ached again, and she rubbed against him, loving the way her sex was opened against him. Loving the rasp of her nipples against his chest.

  “Please Sebastian, I want… ” She had to say it. His other women would just say it. “I want you inside me. Please.”

  He groaned deep in his throat and shifted, one of his hands leaving her back to slip between them. She thought he was going to position himself to enter her, but instead he touched her splayed sex. With his thumb, he stroked her clitoris.

  “Sebastian,” she pleaded, loving his touch but wa
nting all of him this time.

  “Shh,” he whispered against her lips. “Let me make sure it’s good.”

  She closed her eyes, opening her mouth to him, his tongue brushing against hers as he continued to stroke her. When she was again feeling like she couldn’t take any more, his hand left her and positioned his erection. The large head pressed against the entrance of her sex.

  He braced his hands on her hips, poising her against him, guiding her.

  “Easy,” he gritted, controlling her awkward grind against his hard length. She nodded, moving cautiously, more worried about hurting him than herself.

  “I do have a precedent of causing you injury, don’t I?” she breathed as the head inched in.

  He released a shaky laugh, his fingers gripping her tightly without hurting her. “Baby, I’m way more worried about you right now.”

  His concern was again the ultimate aphrodisiac for her, and she couldn’t hold back, she bucked her hips forward, his huge, hard length filling her to the womb, stretching her. She gasped at the staggering sensation. Foreign, yet so absolutely right.

  His large hands planted to her back, holding her firmly against him, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of him inside her.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice tight and a little rough.

  She nodded, lost in his gaze, hot and beautiful, as his body curled around hers. Then he began to move, his powerful arms holding her on the outside, his body caressing her own on the inside. Slowly, steadily. Bodies straining, stroking. Their eyes locked. One.

  His gaze stayed on her until their lips met, then they were wild. Their mouths devouring each other. Their bodies moving faster, more urgently, until she was sure she would explode in his arms.

  He lifted her against him, thrusting deep, filling her, hot, slick and amazing. Over and over until she cried out, unable to take any more. Her fangs extended, and she managed to control them, not willing to hurt him. Even though her body told her that biting him would give her the release she wanted.