Immortal Moon by June Stevens Page A

my
fingers. He groaned, thrusting harder into me with his own
release.
    We lay side-by-side in the bed for a long
time, neither of us talking, just trying to catch our breaths.
After a while, Jarrett broke the silence with a chuckle.
    “So, no biting, huh?”
    I grimaced. “Sorry about that.”
    He laughed softly and ran a finger up my
arm, sending tingles of excitement through me. “There’s nothing for
you to be sorry for. I liked it.” He shot me a sexy grin.
    I shrugged, laughing. “Well, there is that.
It’s still a little hypocritical of me.”
    Leaning on one elbow, he looked down at me,
his face serious. “No, Anya, it’s not. You biting me and me biting
you are two very different things. I don’t drink human blood, norm
or vampire, under most circumstances. But I can’t deny that doing
so during sex heightens the pleasure for both parties.”
    I nodded. “Because vampire saliva is a drug
to humans and human blood is a drug to vampires. And vampire blood
is more intoxicating than norm blood. I know that. The bars are
full of suckers just aching to get bit.”
    He smiled at me. “Exactly. But I am one of
the rare vampires who finds exchanging blood to be an extremely
intimate act. I might nip at your skin with my teeth, but I will
never extend my fangs and bite you. Not unless you ask me to. And
then, only if I want to do so.” His grin turned lecherous. “But you
can feel free to sink your tiny little teeth into me anytime you
want. I like it.”
    “Humph!” I swung my leg out to kick him and
the heel of my boot got tangled in the sheets. “Oh, crap, I forgot
I had these on. I should take them off before I rip your sheets or
poke a hole in your mattress.”
    I started to sit up, but he gave me a gentle
push back onto the mattress.
    “Let me,” he said.
    He moved so that he was kneeling at my feet
and reached for the boot on my right leg. He slowly unlaced the
boot then slid it off, his hands sliding over every inch of my leg
on the way down. He moved to the second boot, giving it the same
treatment.
    Then, starting at my ankle, he began kissing
and licking his way up my leg. It was so hot and sensual, my entire
body buzzed. When his lips and tongue were mere inches from the
apex of my thighs, I braced myself for the sensations I was sure
would come next. Instead, he retraced his way back down my leg. I
moaned my frustration as he started up the other leg in the same
manner. This time as his mouth moved across my inner thigh I wasn’t
disappointed. I shook with pleasure as his tongue flitted over my
most sensitive spot, and then I groaned as he slid one finger
inside me.
    I wrapped one hand in the long, silky
strands of his hair, while the other clutched at the sheets beneath
me. I writhed under him, letting the sensations rock me as he
licked and stroked me into delirium. Unable to stop myself, I
screamed out his name as my orgasm shook me.
    Within seconds, he was over me, pushing his
hard length into my body. I welcomed him, arching up to meet him.
He immediately began to move, hard and fast. My nails dug into his
back as I met him thrust for thrust. To my surprise, it only took a
few minutes before I was there again, in that storm of pleasure
that took my breath away as my body tightened and clenched around
him and the world broke into a million tiny pieces.
    Several hard strokes later he growled his
own release into my neck.
     

 
     

    “We missed
the sunrise,” Anya said, stretching like a satisfied cat.
    “Yes, I guess we did.” Jarrett leaned up on
both elbows to watch her as she walked around the cabin picking up
her discarded clothing, apparently unbothered by her nudity.
    Jarrett, on the other hand, was very
bothered. He could feel himself hardening again as he took in her
creamy skin and tantalizing curves. He had to force himself to stay
in control. They’d already made love several times over the past
few hours, and though he was ready and willing for more, he wasn’t
sure Anya