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Cian a talented musician—and a vampire content living the single life…until he meets Magdalena. The scent of her blood has him completely undone. A temptation they can't resist leads to a future they never imagined as passion sizzles between them until a threat from Cian's past returns to wreak havoc on their lives.
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“You’re nervous,” he said.
I bit my bottom lip. God, yes, I was. But I didn’t say anything, only watched his finger circle around, my stomach fluttering as if a million tiny butterflies danced inside me.
I couldn’t take the titillating sensation of his finger any longer. “Could you excuse me, please? I need to use your facilities.”
“Of course.”
I stood, and he climbed to his feet as well, pointing me in the direction of the bathroom.
As I washed my hands I glanced up to check my face in the mirror, except all I saw was an abstract portrait of a naked woman lying on some sort of sofa, her hand resting down by her core as if she’d been touching herself there. I glanced around the small room for a mirror, but there was none. That was rather strange. I quickly dried my hands and went back out to join Cian.
When I returned to the deck, he was standing by the clear plastic railing, staring out at the bridge. I moved closer, and before I could utter a word, his mouth was on mine. I lifted my hands to his chest, exploring every inch of what was under his shirt. I’d been aching to touch him all night. All week for that matter. He slowly backed me up until my legs hit a cushioned lounge chair and then he laid me down, his one knee positioned between my thighs.
“Magdalena. Beautiful Magdalena.” He kissed my neck and whispered, “I’ve wanted you all week. Do you want me?”
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
“Are you sure it’s not too soon after the breakup? I don’t want you to regret this.”
I swallowed. “I won’t. I should have ended that relationship a long time ago. I want this. I want you.” I meant it too. I had wanted to play it cool, make his desire build a bit more, but I had no willpower, the temptation so overwhelming. I wanted him more than I’d wanted any man before.
His hand skated up my leg to the inside of my thigh. We kissed, the heat soaring through my veins. I undid the rest of the buttons of his shirt and he shrugged it off. His biceps and pecs were firm to my touch, chiseled to perfection and covered with the most fascinating tattoos I’d ever seen. A small, silver bar was pierced through each of his nipples, and I grew wet as I gently sucked on one of them. His expert fingers found their way to my core and he growled a little, I think, when he fingered the wet, barely-there, slim triangle of panty I wore.
“Magdalena. You’re soaked. Soaked for me.”
I gasped when I heard the quick rip and watched what was once my red lace thong hit the ground.
“Sorry, I’ll buy you another,” he huffed into my ear before he shimmied my dress up to my waist, exposing my core to the cool, gentle evening breeze.
His breath hitched at the sight of my bare sex and I almost orgasmed at the sensation of the wind tickling, exciting me. The thought of being outside, completely exposed, with Cian exploring my body in the moonlight was slightly overwhelming. So much for wanting to take it slowly. I was helpless in his arms.
I bit my bottom lip. God, yes, I was. But I didn’t say anything, only watched his finger circle around, my stomach fluttering as if a million tiny butterflies danced inside me.
I couldn’t take the titillating sensation of his finger any longer. “Could you excuse me, please? I need to use your facilities.”
“Of course.”
I stood, and he climbed to his feet as well, pointing me in the direction of the bathroom.
As I washed my hands I glanced up to check my face in the mirror, except all I saw was an abstract portrait of a naked woman lying on some sort of sofa, her hand resting down by her core as if she’d been touching herself there. I glanced around the small room for a mirror, but there was none. That was rather strange. I quickly dried my hands and went back out to join Cian.
When I returned to the deck, he was standing by the clear plastic railing, staring out at the bridge. I moved closer, and before I could utter a word, his mouth was on mine. I lifted my hands to his chest, exploring every inch of what was under his shirt. I’d been aching to touch him all night. All week for that matter. He slowly backed me up until my legs hit a cushioned lounge chair and then he laid me down, his one knee positioned between my thighs.
“Magdalena. Beautiful Magdalena.” He kissed my neck and whispered, “I’ve wanted you all week. Do you want me?”
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
“Are you sure it’s not too soon after the breakup? I don’t want you to regret this.”
I swallowed. “I won’t. I should have ended that relationship a long time ago. I want this. I want you.” I meant it too. I had wanted to play it cool, make his desire build a bit more, but I had no willpower, the temptation so overwhelming. I wanted him more than I’d wanted any man before.
His hand skated up my leg to the inside of my thigh. We kissed, the heat soaring through my veins. I undid the rest of the buttons of his shirt and he shrugged it off. His biceps and pecs were firm to my touch, chiseled to perfection and covered with the most fascinating tattoos I’d ever seen. A small, silver bar was pierced through each of his nipples, and I grew wet as I gently sucked on one of them. His expert fingers found their way to my core and he growled a little, I think, when he fingered the wet, barely-there, slim triangle of panty I wore.
“Magdalena. You’re soaked. Soaked for me.”
I gasped when I heard the quick rip and watched what was once my red lace thong hit the ground.
“Sorry, I’ll buy you another,” he huffed into my ear before he shimmied my dress up to my waist, exposing my core to the cool, gentle evening breeze.
His breath hitched at the sight of my bare sex and I almost orgasmed at the sensation of the wind tickling, exciting me. The thought of being outside, completely exposed, with Cian exploring my body in the moonlight was slightly overwhelming. So much for wanting to take it slowly. I was helpless in his arms.