Sex in a Coffin (Kismet Knight, Vampire Psychologist) by Lynda Hilburn

Chapter 1
    “I’ve never had sex in a coffin before. Thanks for having such a fancy model delivered.” I slid my finger along the soft, warm lower lip of the unnaturally gorgeous, naked vampire lying on his side next to me, his perfect face propped against his palm in the spacious, satin-lined box. “It was oddly arousing. I wonder what my enjoyment of the experience says about my psychological health?”
    I lay back in the open casket, watching shadows created by the flickering candlelight dance against the rock walls and ceiling of his underground room. Ancient paintings, tapestries and Druid symbols covered the stone. Soft classical music wafted on the airwaves, and warmth radiated from crackling flames in a huge, ornate fireplace.
    Devereux chuckled. The deep sound resonated along my body like aural fingers. “Kismet, my love. Perhaps your arousal has more to do with the skill of your companion, rather than the location of the event?” He cupped one of my breasts, squeezed gently, then leaned forward and flicked his tongue across my nipple before he drew it into his mouth and sucked rhythmically, sending heat to my core. After a few seconds, the sharp tips of his fangs penetrated my skin. He growled low in his throat as he swallowed the blood flowing from the tiny wounds. I moaned and stroked his hair, which tumbled like liquid silk across my skin.
    Geez. He’s a full-body vibrator.
    “Thank you. I assume that is a good thing?” he asked in my mind.
    “Ha! You assume everything about you is a good thing. Eight hundred years of being the big, bloodsucking kahuna has inflated your ego. But we can talk about that later. For now, stop mind reading and concentrate on what you’re doing. The other nipple is going to develop an inferiority complex if you don’t give her some attention, too. You wouldn’t want her to think you’re playing favorites, would you?”
    He lifted his head, releasing the nipple mid-suck, which caused an erotic little wet noise. Then he licked the blood from his lips and laved the painfully erect nub once again before he met my gaze and grinned. “Certainly not. I love all your body parts equally.” He cocked a brow. “Big, bloodsucking kahuna ? I understand the ‘big’ part,” he smiled wider and glanced down at the impressive erection wedged against my hip, “and bloodsucking goes without saying, but I am not familiar with the word kahuna . Please explain.” He shifted his mouth to my other breast, pressed his fangs into the skin, and suckled loudly. I gasped at the intense pleasure the man could generate with his magical oral skills.
    I threaded my hands through his platinum hair and whimpered. Waves of sensation pulsed along my skin. Goose bumps ran relay races up and down my arms. No doubt about it – vampire sex exploded the rating scale.
    I wet my lips and struggled to speak. “Ka... ka... hooooo... oh, yeah. That’s so good. I don’t know how you make me feel as if you’re licking every part of my body at the same time, but whatever you’re doing... don’t stop.”
    The sucking tempo slowed. “I would not think of stopping,” he answered in my head. “Unless, of course, you object to my using vampire wiles to entrance you, which is why you feel the sensations everywhere at once. I am aware that you do not totally trust me yet...”
    “I’m trying to.” He was right about the trust issue. I hadn’t found solid ground yet in this strange, preternatural world. Every time I thought I had something figured out, it changed. I was sure my blood pressure read several points higher since we met. “It isn’t only you, so don’t take it personally. It’s the whole alternate reality. You’ve had centuries to acclimate to the vampire view of things. I’m the new kid on the undead block.” He circled my areola with his tongue and I groaned from the pleasure of his oral gymnastics.
    “And you have made it clear you dislike being controlled...”
    “Yeah, well, in most