After a terrible mistake leaves his hands broken, Patrick thought he'd never want to paint again -- until he meets Lena, whose shy sweetness gives way to fiery passion when she's in his arms. She awakens a burning desire in him like no one has ever done, and he finds himself able to keep his past demons at bay with her by his side. They come together in an explosion of love and lust, and a choice must be made that would change the course of their lives -- for she is mortal, while he is vampire...
LENGTH: 11,500 words. This story contains sexually graphic language and explicit sex scenes, including hot foreplay, sex and oral sex, sultry vampire bites, declarations of love, and the desire to be with a soulmate. Intended for adult audiences only.
The naked desire in his eyes made her breath catch. And then he pulled her away from the wall and into his arms, crushing her to him in a tight hug, gripping her as though he never wanted to let go.
She didn't resist him. On the contrary, she melted into his arms, and gasped as she felt his hands glide down her back, as his fingers lay claim on her body without any hesitation. He pulled her deeper into the shadows beneath the stairs, away from the light sources, from any prying eyes that happened to look their way. She reached up and pulled his face to hers, kissing him, finding his tongue with her own.
He rained kisses down the side of her face, grazing his teeth against her throat. "You smell so damn good." Even his voice was a caress, a husky drawl that sent shivers across her skin. "I'm at a slight disadvantage here in terms of knowing how much you want me," he continued, "and I mean to rectify the situation."
She felt his hand slide down her body, cupping her ass for an instant before he gently grabbed the back of her thigh and lifted her leg to his waist. A whimper escaped her lips as his hand slid down her leg along the material of her dress, then back up again, this time gliding along bare skin, tantalizing, slowly moving up her leg to the juncture between her thighs.
His fingers reached her, slid across her panties and caressed her through the flimsy material, caressing, pressing. Her gasp turned into a low moan as he pulled the material aside and she felt his hand against her, his fingers lazily gliding across her pussy, slick with heat and juices. She cried out when he pushed two fingers inside her, body shuddering, her pussy welcoming the invasion.
"More?" His voice was hoarse.
"Yes. Oh god, yes."
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