Dorian closed his eyes, fangs burning through the gums, desperate for a taste of her sweet, seductive blood. More than the velvet touch of her tongue, more than her soft, breathy moans, the very thought of feeding on her broke through nearly every wall he’d erected over those dangerous desires.
He was holding on by a gossamer thread. One wrong move, and it would snap.
“What are you thinking about?” she whispered, breath warm on his lips, pulse strong and steady beneath his grip.
Taste me,it whispered in time with her heartbeat.Taste me, I’m yours.
Taste me…
Taste me…
“All the filthy, beautiful things I want to do to you,” he said, his voice thick as he sank deeper into his own depravity. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, and now, all he could see behind them was blood.
Blood, glittering against her neck like fresh berries in a bowl of cream.
Blood, running along the edges of her collarbone, pooling in the hollow of her throat.
Blood, coating his lips and tongue as he licked it from her flesh, savoring every drop…
Don’t do this, Redthorne. Fight it, or she’ll die…
The thought sobered him just enough to allow him to speak again.
“And you?” he asked, his words no more than a whisper in the darkness. “What are you thinking about, love? Tell me.Pleasetell me.”
Distract me from the thought of sinking my fangs into your flesh and bleeding you dry…
“I’d much rather show you, Mr. Redthorne. If you’re into watching.”
Dorian opened his eyes just in time to catch her wicked grin, and then his crazy, mysterious, reckless as hell woman dropped to her knees.
In a single, fluid motion she unfastened his pants and freed his stiff cock, grasping it in her firm hands, warm beneath the satin gloves.
Her touch was fucking incredible.
And just the distraction he needed.
“I’mdefinitelyinto watching.” He slid his hands into her thick, silky hair. “Show me.”
She released him just long enough to try to remove the gloves, but Dorian stopped her.
“Leave them,” he ordered.
“If you insist, Mr. Redthorne.” Fisting the base of his cock again, Charlotte glanced up at him and brought her mouth closer, tongue darting out to tease the tip with a slow, maddening circle.
Every time Dorian thought he had the upper hand, she shattered him. Her laugh, her touch, her devious eyes, her mouth…
Screw his power games, screw his control. He’d given most of it up the moment she’d stepped inside Ravenswood Manor. She wasn’t here for the fundraiser—that much was certain—and Dorian didn’t know how much longer either of them could continue this game of make-believe. But for now, Charlotte was his again, gift-wrapped in satin and secrets, just like before.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she took him in deeper, moaning against his flesh.
“Fuckinghell, Charlotte,” he breathed. “You’re out to ruin me.”
She pulled back, dragging her tongue along his shaft, breath hot on his skin. With another smoldering gaze, she looked up and said, “I don’t want to ruin you. I want totasteyou.”
He almost came right there.
“Turnaboutisfair play,” she teased, then closed her lips again, sucking him into a state of sheer euphoria.
