Page 8 of Vanessa’s Bravery

“Please…”

Gently, he brushed his teeth against her skin, pressing softly.

A gasp issued from her throat, then a moan. He felt her pelvis tilt up toward him, and let one hand slide down to her hip.

“Let me feel you, Cole,” she murmured. “Your cock. I want you inside me.”

“Not yet.”

Cole brought his hand to the apex of her thighs and dipped between them. She was hot and wet, and he bathed his fingers in the dew that was seeping from her. While he lifted his head from her breast and shifted to the other one to suck it into his mouth, he stroked along her pussy and explored her. He moved his dew-covered fingers farther up again, until he could rub them over her clit. She moaned and writhed beneath him, and he gently bit into her other breast. As she moaned with pleasure, he thrust one finger into her tight channel, while he rubbed his thumb over her clit.

Cole lifted his head from Vanessa’s breasts and looked at her face. She met his gaze, her eyes shimmering golden in the low light of the bedside lamps, her face flushed, and a sheen of perspiration on her skin.

“Kiss me, baby,” he demanded. “And I’ll make you come as often as you want to.”

There was no hesitation when she put her hand on his nape and drew his head to her so she could press her lips to his. She kissed him with such fervor that it felt as if she was imprisoning him. It was a prison he had no intention of escaping from. While he kissed her back and allowed himself to be carried away in this beautiful fantasy where he was a normal man with a loving girlfriend and a normal life, he caressed her pussy until he felt her climax with his finger inside her, her interior muscles clenching around him.

When Vanessa relaxed in his arms, and suddenly put her hands on his waistband, clearly with the intent to undress him, he knew he had to stop her before it was too late, before this wonderful experience would end on a sour note.

He peeled himself out of her arms and got out of bed.

“Cole?”

“Excuse me for a moment.” Quickly, he snatched his shirt, and charged into the ensuite bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

6

Vanessa exhaled a long breath, her entire body still humming with pleasure. It took her a few moments to come down from her high and the feverish daze she’d been in before Cole had made her climax, but now she was fully aware of everything around her. Or everything that wasn’t there: Cole. He’d practically stormed into the bathroom as if a swarm of hornets were chasing him. What had happened? One moment he’d kissed her and pleasured her with his talented fingers, the next he’d swatted her hands away when she’d tried to unzip his pants, and peeled himself out of her arms.

Why hadn’t he fucked her? She knew he would have been perfectly capable of it. After all, the package in his pants had been hard to overlook. She knew he’d been aroused, and in the brief second she’d felt his erection rub against her, she’d noticed just how big he was.

Vanessa sat up and looked toward the closed door of the ensuite bathroom, her ears perking up. She could hear what he was doing in there. Her sensitive vampire senses confirmed it: Cole was masturbating. It felt like a slap in the face. She’d offered herself more than willingly, hell, she’d begged him for his cock. He’d paid for it, and dearly she imagined, knowing that nothing at Vera’s was cheap. Was that perhaps the problem? Because he thought her to be a sex worker? But that made no sense either. He’d pleasured her like she was a goddess.

Everything in her mind began to spin. Had she done something wrong? The thought made her shiver. Had the fact that she’d wanted to feel his teeth in her breasts disgusted him? She’d never had anyone do that to her. But when Cole had sucked her with such passion, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from demanding he bite her. She felt cold all of a sudden and pulled the negligee around her to cover her nakedness, though it did nothing to warm her.

The faucet was running in the ensuite bathroom, and when the sound stopped, the door opened, and Cole came back into the room, now fully dressed except for his jacket. Her gaze dropped to his pants, and she noticed that his erection was gone. He’d found release at his own hand.

Vanessa opened her mouth, but she couldn’t find the right words to ask him why he didn’t want to fuck her. It would make her sound needy.

Cole approached and sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning closer. He put his hand under her chin and looked into her eyes. “I want to see you again.”

His request stunned her. For a second, she remained silent, then she collected all her courage, and said, “But you didn’t even f—”

He put a finger over her lips to stop her. “I like to take things slowly… to prolong the pleasure.” He leaned closer and brushed his lips over hers, giving her a featherlight kiss. “You know how to make a man feel wanted. It feels good to be with you.”

“But I was the one who had all the pleasure…”

He drowned out her words with another kiss, this time a deeper one, while he placed his hand on her breast, caressing her nipple. When he severed the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Don’t you have a wife or a girlfriend? Somebody who looks like you must have all kinds of women vying for your attention. And once they find out what a skillful lover you are…”

“Wives and girlfriends are complicated. I’d rather be with somebody like you. With somebody who knows what a man wants, and doesn’t play games.”

“Oh.” Did this mean that he wouldn’t have touched her if he knew that she wasn’t a sex worker? That was odd to say the least. And confusing as hell.

“Now, tell me, Vanessa, shall we repeat this another night?”

Vanessa lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. There was something intriguing about this man. She couldn’t figure out what it was. All she knew was that she wanted to be with him. He’d appeased her senses when she’d gone into heat, satisfying the satyr in her, and at the same time, he’d made her feel cherished, precious even.