Before her next heartbeat, I’m across the foyer, one hand braced against the wall behind her, the other finally gripping her small waist with my rough fingers.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I rasp, my lips a breath away from the red ones haunting my every dream and every waking moment.
Audrey quirks a single brow as she tucks the tips of her fingers into the waistband of my kilt. “Oh no, stud. I knowexactlywhat I want. Question is, do you?”
Breaths shallow, I try to play out different scenarios in my head, an echo to the countless ones I’ve mulled through this past week, but each one ends with me still longing to know what it would be like to let go of this thin thread of control and give in to my biggest temptation.
“Fuck it,” I growl before claiming Audrey’s mouth.
She opens instantly for me, her tongue coming out to play with mine in a lustful, devouring dance. A soft moan escapes from Audrey as I pull her flush against me, kissing her with all the pent-up feelings I’ve harbored since I first saw her almost two years ago.
My fingers delve into Audrey’s silky strands to tip her head back, positioning her precisely where I want her to take the kiss deeper.
Audrey’s scent blooms and my cock grows stiff as our kiss grows hungrier, our bodies greedy for more.
Feeling the evidence of my arousal pushing against her abdomen, Audrey reaches down and wraps her hand around my hard, tartan-covered length.
I break the kiss and hiss out a breath as her fingers tighten around me, the pressure just shy of painful—precisely the way I like it.
“Darling, you don’t have to,” I say breathlessly, leaning my forehead against hers.
Squeezing my cock, Audrey admonishes, “I thought I told you I knowexactlywhat I want.” She bites down on my bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth and letting go again with a lick to the sting.
My cock jolts in response, and Audrey’s eyes sparkle with delight.
As if pulled out of one of my fantasies, Audrey lowers herself to her knees in front of me. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than those brown eyes staring up at me with a challenge written all over them.
“Fuck, lass. You’re a dream,” I say as I cup her jaw, my cock dripping with precum and wetting the front of my kilt.
Audrey runs her hands up my bare thighs, her touch soft but firm. “Want to know what your cock will look like with my red lips wrapped around it?”
Fuck. I think Audrey might just be the one to ruin me.
“Aye,” I rasp, pulling my tartan up and showing Audrey how hard I am for her.
“You’re pierced?” she asks, curiosity overpowering her lust as she inspects the two metal barbells bisecting the head of my cock.
“Aye,” I answer, gliding my thumb over her cherry bottom lip. “It’s called a magic cross. Think you can work with it?”
The look Audrey gives me would shatter weaker males. “Always up for a new challenge.”
Leaning forward, Audrey keeps her eyes locked on mine as she sticks out her tongue and drags it all the way from my base to thetip. Her tongue swirls around the head once before she takes me into her hot mouth and sucks.
“Fu-u-u-ck,” I stutter out, one hand slamming against the wall behind Audrey to brace myself.
“Not bad,” Audrey says before licking at the precum dripping from my crown. “No cupcake flavor, but not really human either.” Audrey sucks on the head of my cock again and it takes everything in my power not to shove my hips forward. “Perhaps a trace of…”
“Garlic,” I answer through gritted teeth, not believing we’re having this conversation while my cock is pulsing with all the ingested blood coursing through my body.
“I thought vampires and garlic don’t mix?” Audrey says conversationally as she traces the raised veins on my cock.
The sensation of her fingertips grazing over my sensitive flesh, the feel of her hot breath fanning over the head, it has me on the verge of madness.
“Old myth the first vampires started,” I manage to utter between heaving breaths.
A slow smile curves across Audrey’s lips. “Lucky for you, I prefer savory over sweet.”
“Darling, please.”
