Page 146 of Crimson Oath
As expected, his haughty expression provoked her acid tongue.
“Do I have something for you?” She smirked. “I’m not the one who went hunting, Oleg Sokolov. Do you have something forme?”
He unbuttoned his jacket, watching her as she watched him. He tossed his outer garment to the side, then unbuttoned his shirt at the neck and wrists before he pulled it over his head.
The scent of her arousal filled the air, and by the time he unbuttoned his trousers, her heart was thumping as if she were still human.
He stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side, standing before her naked and erect. He grasped his cock in his right hand and felt the heated flesh pulse in time with her heartbeat.
She was lying on the bed, her lips flushed and her body splayed out. He wanted to fuck her and sink his teeth into her neck, but he wanted to play with her first.
“How is your control, volchitsa?” He stared at her mouth. “I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
She crawled forward on the bed, and Oleg nearly came just from seeing her on her knees. She looked up as she ran her lips along the length of his erection, and it was everything.
Tatyana opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around his cock, and took him deep in her mouth. Oleg reached out, grasping the long braid of her hair in his fist and moving her back and forth along his length.
She relaxed her throat and took him deeper.
Oleg nearly exploded. “Not this time.” He gently pulled her off his cock.
“I wasn’t finished.”
“It’s been too long since I’ve been in you.” He dragged her to her knees on the bed, nearly ripping her clothes off.
“Wait.” Her lips were shining and swollen red. “Let me.”
She pulled the dress over her head, and his body trembled as she removed her undergarments. Then she was naked before him, a delicacy of soft skin, pink lips, and deliciously plump breasts.
He leaned down and pulled her up by the waist, capturing herbreasts with his mouth, sucking her nipples into his mouth and scraping them to hard points with his dull front teeth.
“Oleg.” Her head fell back, exposing her neck to him. Her arms were limp, and their mingled blood surged through her body.
His fangs ached to come out, but he waited. He could feel flames erupt on his shoulders, but before he could react, Tatyana reached up and pulled a gentle mist over his skin.
His entire body shuddered at her touch.
“Please.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “I need?—”
“Yes.” He laid her down, parted her legs, and hesitated for a moment. He wanted his mouth on her sex, but he wanted the blood at her neck too.
Tatyana decided for him when she gripped his cock in one hand and pulled him closer, parting her legs and wrapping one leg around his waist as he thrust up and inside.
A feral growl ripped from his throat as he seated himself in her body. She hooked an arm around his neck and pulled him closer, squeezing her pussy around his cock and nearly sending him over the edge like a newborn vampire.
“I could live with your cock in me,” she whispered.
The unexpected words slipping from her lips made his fangs grow long, and he arched into her body, harder, longer.
His fangs nicked her ear. “Too much?”
She shook her head, and Oleg licked the drop of blood from her ear.
The taste of her blood was a bright, soft kiss against his amnis, and his fire calmed from a raging blaze to a smolder.
For a second Oleg hesitated. She was too fine. Too clean and bright for his life. He was a fool for thinking she would ever want to be his.
The moment passed when he felt her shove his shoulder as she rolled him to the side, onto his back, and then she was arching over him, riding him in glorious, languid strokes, her long legs bracing her body over him as she took control of her pleasure.
