Savannah Past Midnight (10 page)

A rough, sexy sound like a purr rises up from deep in
his chest, so sensual that it causes my fangs to drop. He
immediately notices and pulls back a few inches to stare across at
me.

He’s breathing hard. In a low, wondering voice, he
says, “Holy shit, your … your eyes. They’re black again, just
like that first night … Jesus, baby, and those
fangs ….”

Damn it! There is nothing I can do about the natural
change that happens when I’m either highly aroused or seriously
pissed off and ready to draw blood.

Suddenly shy, I look down. “This is what happens when
I get really worked up. There’s nothing I can do about it. Do I
look ugly to you?”

“Hell no, nothing about you could ever turn me off.
It’s really fuckin’ intense, that’s all. Not gonna lie, I didn’t
know you, those black eyes would definitely shock the shit outta
me. Open your mouth for me; lemme see those sexy fangs.”

I open wide and tilt my neck back a bit as he
curiously examines them.

“Now those are hot.”

“Oh yeah? How hot?”

He whispers as if he’s sharing a naughty secret with
me, “
This
hot.”

His mouth claims mine once again and I can’t help but
whimper with pleasure at the power of the connection. His hands are
still wrapped around the back of my thighs as he grasps tighter,
lifting me up into the air, pulling me tight against his strong
body.

I break the kiss to gasp, “Wait, what are you doing?
Your ribs, Colton!”

He’s moving quickly. My legs are instinctively
wrapped around his waist and we’re already at the base of the
stairs when he tells me in an all-male, very amused voice, “Hush
up, woman. I’m not
that
injured. Now hold on and gimme those
lips again.”

For a human he’s undeniably strong and impossibly
demanding. I happen to be turned on by both traits. Highly.

I do as I’m told and seductively lick across the seam
of his lips when his eyes flare in hungry interest. Tilting my head
to the side I begin to softly explore his mouth with mine, kissing
him slowly as we make our way up the staircase and then down the
long shadowed hallway leading to his bedroom.

I’m vaguely aware of him slowly releasing me as I
slide down his body. Our lips are still connected as my heels touch
the floor. His fingers trace across my forehead as he pulls back.
“Damn, I’m a gross wreck, angel. Wanna keep me company while I
shower?”

I grin
. Do I ever.

“Lead the way.”

A pleased look flicks across his face as he guides me
through a door in the far corner of the room. Once inside the dark
enclosure, he hits the light, revealing a pristine, pale gray and
white marble bathroom that is first-rate in its construction. He
releases me to turn the dual showerheads to the ‘on’ position as I
admire his work.

“You kept this from me on the tour, you know.” My
voice sounds different—softer and distinctly nervous.

How can being alone with a man have this effect on
me? Get yourself together, lady.

“Yep. I like the thought of constantly surprising
you.”

“I
am
surprised, but so far, I’m quite a fan
of your taste and skill. It’s perfect.”

“No.”

I tilt my head, “No?”

He turns around and rests both hands on his hips. His
searing gaze begins at my feet and ever so slowly travels up until
he’s peering down at me through impossibly long lashes. “Perfection
to me isn’t this room or any other, sweetheart, but what’s standin’
right in front of me
is
.”

My breath hitches.
Never has a man ever made me
feel so adored, so cherished. Especially in such a short period of
time.
It’s his honesty and sincerity that are so touching.

“Colton, I ….”

He suddenly seems uncomfortable with his verbal
display of affection and turns away again to check the water
temperature. Swiftly changing the subject, he says, “Hush. Shower
with me now. Thinkin’ I’m definitely gonna need some help cleaning
these cuts on my back.”

“Is that the only reason you want me to join
you?”

He turns back to face me again, his demeanor all
business, “Fuck no.”

“I didn’t think so.”

“That a yes, then?”

Without another word I begin to slowly undo the
zipper on the side of my black silk skirt. I keep my eyes locked
onto his. I wore the feminine outfit, along with the wicked
Bordelle lingerie, just for him, knowing that there was a strong
possibility we would wind up like this.

As my skirt flutters gently to the floor right along
with my modesty, his lips part slightly, and every muscle in his
body tightens till he’s like a drawn bow. I see the outline of his
thick cock, which pulses eagerly behind his black track bottoms,
and I can’t help but swallow at its size—even more impressive than
I had imagined. He looks like a savage whose one last thread of
humanity is about to snap.

I want it all.

“Now the rest,” he says.

His voice is gravelly and controlled as he grates out
the command. I pull off my top and then kick off my stilettos.
Moving slowly, I take a single step closer to him, immediately
wondering if I’ve just made a colossal mistake, because now he’s
towering over me and I’m left feeling exposed and nearly helpless
in only my miniscule bra and panties.
How can he make me feel
like this, so feminine and delicate?
As a vampire I’m aware
that I’m exponentially stronger than he is, but that doesn’t change
my urge to submit to the dominance that he exudes when we’re alone
like this.

“Your turn.” My eyes trail down to his low slung
pants and then back up to his face.

His lips press together and then tip up at the
corners as both thumbs hook into the waistband on each side of his
toned hips. Ever so slowly he slides the shiny black fabric down,
revealing a pleasure trail of tanned male flesh while freeing his
delicious length in the process. My eyes are riveted on his cock as
he carelessly kicks the garment off to one side. He folds his arms
across his chest and lets me look my fill. My mouth is already
watering as dampness floods my scrap of silk panties. He’s nothing
short of magnificent.

His head dips to my torso. “I’m not a patient man,
wildcat. Need help with those?”

My mouth snaps shut. I realize that I’ve actually
been salivating at the sight of this naked male.
Cool and
unaffected, Cosette? Long gone.

“I was just taking my time, admiring your impressive
assets.”

“Mmm-hmm. You’re about to admire them a helluva lot
closer. Now let me see what I’ve been dreaming about for these past
couple of weeks.”

His arrogance is incredibly sexy and only ramps up my
desire to be ravaged. Reaching back, I unhook the bra first and
shimmy out of it, letting the delicate scrap of fabric drop between
us. He remains silent, but his gleaming eyes are locked onto my
breasts like a starving predator’s. My nipples harden under his
blatant stare, and before I lose my nerve, I begin to slowly work
my panties down and off of my legs. His deep groan sounds almost
inhuman as his fierce gaze consumes me. I hold still as he reaches
out, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me in close as he
walks us backward into the marble shower. Steam has already filled
the enclosure, making everything hazy. His large, callused hands
begin running across my bare flesh.

“Damn, you’re a vision, baby. So fuckin’ soft and
beautiful. I can’t think straight around you.”

His hands wrap around my shoulders, and he positions
me beneath the warm spray. I reach out to touch his chest but he
stops me, grabbing onto my wrists with a stern shake of his head.
“Nuh-uh. Lemme get clean for you first, then those pretty hands can
explore all they want.”

He turns, snags a bar of soap, and steps back under
the spray shooting out from the opposing showerhead. I watch him as
he washes, all business and efficiency. The grime and dried blood
begin to blend with the white bubbles that slide down his wet skin
and finally swirl in a pool at the drain. He’s heartbreakingly
gorgeous and doesn’t seem to have a clue. Maybe that’s why I’m so
enamored. He’s pure and raw and so unlike anyone, human or vampire,
I’ve ever met
.

And I’m not waiting a second longer.

He’s just turned around. He has his back to me and is
scrubbing his palms against his face beneath the water when I meld
my body to his, reaching my right hand around to grip his sex. He
goes stone still, obviously surprised by my bold move. I begin to
stroke him, and his thick cock kicks and jerks hotly against my
fingers, eager for more attention. His hands slap high against the
slick wall and I watch his head drop low, the water rolling down
and across his bruised and cut back as he repeatedly groans in
guttural pleasure.

I can’t resist trailing soft kisses along his
injuries as I work him from behind. My left hand has just reached
around to caress his balls when he grasps hold of my wrists and
squeezes—just firmly enough to stop me. I’m about to protest when
he lets go and turns around to stare down at me with a look of
sheer ferocity on his face.

His voice is nearly unrecognizable as he says, “What
you just did, touchin’ me like that, well that’s just like addin’ a
gallon of kerosene to an already blazin’ bonfire, darlin’. Back up
against that wall now.
Do it.”

I’m stunned for a second because I’ve never had a
dominant lover before. A couple have made weak attempts to show
dominance, but it ended up awkward and nearly laughable. No, this
alpha
human
means
exactly
what he says and has the
wherewithal to back it up. If I refuse his command he would most
likely punish me or worse, end it. It’s that black and white. I’m
too far gone with pure lust to even consider hesitating, so on
unsteady legs I step back and press my backside against the sleek
marble, wondering what his next move will be. He surprises me by
closing in and wedging both his feet between mine as he works my
legs wide open for him. I watch excitedly as he drops down to his
knees before me. His scarred hands slowly skim up the length of my
legs while his head disappears into the delicate flesh between my
thighs. I sigh deeply at the first skilled swipe of his wide, warm
tongue.

“Mmm, Colton.”

A throaty growl is his only reply.

He takes his time, lapping ever so slowly as my body
relaxes and yields to his touch. With trembling hands I reach out
and caress his shoulders, marveling at their massiveness while the
water trickles in rivulets through his hair and lower down along
his tattooed skin.

“Oh, please … so good. God, don’t ever
stop.”

My pleas seem to spur him on because he moves lower
to work that wicked tongue of his farther up inside of me. The heat
of his mouth against my sensitive folds is so intoxicating that
it’s throwing my body headlong into blissful chaos. Without
realizing it, I spread my legs as wide as they can go. I pull him
closer, desperate for the intense pleasure to last. I’m clinging to
him as my hips grind down against his mouth.
Close, so close,
nearly there … how did I ever live without this? Just a few
more swipes of that perfect tongue of yours, cowboy ….

***

I know one thing … if I
ever
tasted
something this sweet and perfect before now I sure as hell would’ve
kept a tight rein on it, never lettin’ it get far. Not only is the
taste of her beyond belief but she’s so flawless that I’m having
trouble focusing on the job at hand. The moment I dropped down to
show her how badly I’ve wanted to taste her I nearly became
unhinged at the sight of her bare, stunning pussy. I should’ve
known it would be like the rest of her, exceptional beyond
measure.

Time to tame you, darlin’.

Her eyes flutter open in dazed confusion as I rise to
my feet, spinning her around to face the wall at the same time.

“Wha-what?”

Using my right hand I tether both her wrists in my
grasp, pinning them high up above her head.

Now she’ll know exactly who’s in charge.

I mold my body against her silken skin and whisper
darkly, “Hush, Cosette. In all fairness, you need to be warned,
baby.”

“Warned? About what?”

Her delicate voice quivers with excitement on the
last word as she tries to turn back to find my eyes.

“That I fuck exactly like my personality, sweetheart:
firm, relentless, and completely determined.”

She cries out as I move in, guiding my cock right up
to align with her drenched entrance. In one unyielding motion I
press into her and have to grind my back molars together because
her pussy is impossibly tight and so damn exquisite. I’ve never
felt anything even fuckin’ close to this level of perfection. My
only goal is to make certain that she feels my passion for her,
that once I get her there she’ll have no doubt of my intentions and
how deep my emotions already run.

Once I’m seated to the hilt, I give her all my weight
so there isn’t an inch of space between us. I drop a lone kiss
against the back of her wet hair and whisper in her left ear, “All
right?”

She whimpers slightly before answering, “P-please, I
need—”

I cut her off, “I know, wildcat. Trust me, I
know.”

With that I tighten my hold on her wrists and wrap my
left hand around her waist as I pull back and slam right into her.
She barely has time to scream before I start up a driving rhythm,
fucking her with everything I have, knowing that’s exactly how
we’ve both been craving it since our first encounter.

Quickly her desperate shrieks turn wild, close to
animalistic, as I pin her gorgeous, wet body against the wall and
continue working her relentlessly on my cock. I’m focused on
sending her right over the cliff before I follow. The way her pussy
is clinging to me is stretching my control to the snapping point. I
ramp up my thrusts and at the same time slip my fingers down to
play right against that rigid, eager clit of hers.