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

avenger in a matter of seconds. Being a psychologist definitely comes in handy when dealing with a temperamental, unpredictable immortal who’s used to having his own way.”
    His shoulders relaxed before he leaned in, his breath caressing my face like a phantom finger. “You did not complain about me having my way with you, or the instability of my moods while you were writhing in bliss from my mental touch.” To prove his point, he sent another orgasmic wave vibrating through my body.
    “Oh, yeah,” I closed my eyes and mumbled, barely able to move my lips as invisible hands caressed my erogenous zones. For the next few seconds, I trekked into uncharted fantasy territory and shattered the world record for multiple orgasms. During the pleasure tremors, I grabbed a handful of his hair and held it in a death grip, pulling him close. “That was incredible. You are really onto something with this mental touching idea. Wait...” I released his hair, planted a palm on his chest, and pushed him back. Inspired, I sprang up into a sitting position, and adjusted my angle so I could look at him. “Hot damn. Does that mean you can have sex with me even if you’re not physically here?”
    “Of course.” His voice held a smile. “In fact, we have made love during the daytime in your dreams. Do you remember being on a beautiful mountain top shortly after we met? It was so real that you had a wound where I bit your inner thigh.”
    “Ah, yes. The labial feast. I definitely remember.” I eased my finger along his forehead, tucked some strands of silky hair behind his ear, and laughed. “That was when I still believed I’d suffered a psychotic break and all my vampire fantasies were neurochemical delusions from my splintered consciousness. Trust me. An unseen sex partner nibbling on my juicy bits isn’t something I’ll forget anytime soon. But does the sex have to be a dream? Do I have to be asleep? This mental sex has possibilities.”
    “What do you mean?” He sat up, frowning. “We are intimate as often as possible. Are you unsatisfied?” One perfect eyebrow arched.
    Well, well. The master’s ego isn’t secure in all areas. No matter how old or what species, a male is a male.
    I gazed into his eyes, noted the concern, and patted his cheek. “I am completely satisfied, as you well know from surfing through my thoughts constantly. But you’re gone a lot.” Not that I blamed him; between running an international mega-corporation and riding herd on vampires, he was a busy guy. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner we could have long-distance sex?”
    He shrugged and actively studied my face, looking for, I supposed, evidence of my hidden agenda. “It never occurred to me. I assumed you would prefer me in the flesh. Was I incorrect? ”
    I caressed his face again. Where’s this insecurity coming from?
    “It is not insecurity.” He answered my unvoiced question. “I simply wish to make you happy. As we have discussed, I desire you to become my mate. I will do whatever I can to ensure that outcome.”
    “As we have discussed? You mean, as you have informed me. I still don’t know anything about this mystical mate idea. You change the subject every time I ask questions about it. If you want me to trust you, start being more forthcoming. When are you going to explain?” And what’s the big deal?
    He leaned in and kissed me, lightly at first, then deeper as he slid his tongue into my mouth. “Soon. I promise,” he whispered, mentally.
    After a few seconds, he pulled away. “What is this kahuna ? You never clarified.”
    “Very slick. You’re changing the subject, but I’ll play along. For now.” I stroked the contours of his chest. “ Kahuna is Hawaiian. It refers to a shaman, medicine man or priest. I’m surprised you don’t know the word, since you’re all those things in your culture.”
    “Ah, yes. I see that my education has been limited in this area. I am familiar with the words for sorcerer or