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“Thanks for staying,” I said as I crawled back under the comforter, “but don’t you have something to do?” He was a vampire. This was his workday.
He pulled me back into the spooning position. He’d taken off his boxer-briefs, and was thick and hard against my lower back.
His teeth scraped over my nape. “I have something to do. You.”
So that’s why he’d stayed. I smiled to myself even as my chest squeezed. I reminded myself that this was what I’d signed up for. Well, fifty percent of it anyway since he wasn’t going to be drinking from me until after the baby was born.
Not that I was being a martyr. Just hearing him say he wanted to “do” me in that gravelly tone had me going soft and wet between my legs.
He smoothed a big hand down my front, shaping my breasts beneath the sleepshirt and sending a delicious shiver over my body.
“Stop thinking.” Without warning, he pinched my nipple, making me cry out and press back against him. Then he gave the other a hard tug.
I writhed against him, my ass rubbing against his cock. His hand slid down my body to cup my mound through the sleepshirt.
“You’re not wearing panties under this, are you?” His voice vibrated sensually against my ear. “Is that for me? Were you hoping I’d fuck you tonight?
I moved a shoulder.
He knocked my knee open and slapped the cotton fabric over my pussy. “Answer me.”
The erotic shock jolted me clear to my toes. “Yes!” I hurried to say. “I left my panties in the bathroom.”
“Because—?” Another spank to my mound.
I released a small, tortured whine, but obediently added, “Because I wanted you to fuck me.”
His fingers slid lower, rubbing my clit through the soft cotton. “Are you wet for me, baby? And I want only honest answers or I’ll stop right now.”
“Yes. You know I am.”
“Good girl. Now take this off,” he said, tugging at the hem of my sleepshirt. “I want you naked.
Before I could respond, he was pulling the sleepshirt over my head, my hips and arms automatically lifting to help him. “That’s better,” he said with satisfaction before settling me into the curve of his body again.
One big hand slid up my ribcage, fondling my breasts. Teasing, toying, squeezing. A languid warmth spread through me, loosening my limbs. He tugged at my nipple and I moaned and arched my back, my bottom pressed erotically against his hairy thighs, coarse against my tender skin.
“You’re so hot for me,” he said. “So ready.”
“Mm.” I put my hand on his, moving it lower until it reached the juncture between my legs.
“Is this what you want?” He smoothed his fingers over the thatch of hair, delving deeper, then pulling back out.
I nodded eagerly, widening my legs to give him greater access. He draped my top leg over his thighs so that I was open to his exploring fingers. I was slick and ready for him. He hummed with satisfaction and scraped his teeth down the side of my neck.
His fingers plunged into my wet opening with a roughness I craved. My core clenched and hot tingles traveled down my spine.
He drew my juices over and around my clit. “Did you miss this? Was your pussy begging for my cock?”
God, I loved when he talked dirty. But some imp made me say, “No.”
“That’s a lie,” he crooned, scraping his fangs over the hollow beneath my ear. He licked the small wound, and I gasped as the aphrodisiac entered my bloodstream.
“Nobody says I have to feed your ego,” I managed to say.
“I’ll give you that one,” he said, a dark smile in his voice, “but lie again and I’ll smack your pretty ass.” For emphasis, he rolled me further onto my stomach and rained several stinging blows on my exposed cheeks.
I squirmed on the mattress. “What was that for?”
