Seized by the Vampire Lord (Dark Lords) Read Online Free PDF

the front of her thighs.
     
    His hard muscled thigh rubbed against her moistened slit with a deliberate slide that had her trembling, had her blood racing with exhilaration.  His tongue continued to taste her, but he’d changed now, savored instead of devoured.  Cerise felt trapped.  Her clit throbbed with needy longing.  Her cleft felt smothered by her shift, unable to feel the intensity she longed for.
     
    She shook her head, grappling for sanity, willing her body to calm.
     
    He tugged her lip with his teeth, the sharp edges of his fangs scraping her.  He tore his mouth from hers, dragging his lips down, along her jaw, rocking his thigh between her legs, grinding against her mound.
     
    Daegon was drowning in the scent and feel and taste of her.  She was sweeter than he’d imagined, spicy with fear and arousal.  He slid his tongue over her throat, licking up the delicious sweetness of her skin as though she could satisfy the gnawing hunger inside him.  He whispered over her neck, piercing her skin with his fangs, enjoying her shudder of pain and pleasure.
     
    His cock throbbed in his breeches, sensing the nearness of her cleft, straining for freedom and heat and moist darkness.  The need thundered through his blood, overpowering reason.  Fury made him rougher.  He nicked her throat with his fangs.  She moaned, arching her neck, the victim instinctively reaching for the ecstasy of the bite.
     
    Rapacious hunger swallowed him.  His fangs lengthened, growing with the need for blood, to ravage flesh.  He fought the darkness, but couldn’t hold it back.  He tasted a drop of her blood on his tongue and a hard spasm of lust convulsed in his shaft.  He groaned in agony and ecstasy, sucking her neck, marking her with his possession.
     
    She consumed him, overwhelmed his reason.  He couldn’t taste enough of her, couldn’t feel enough of her.  The fire burned, sizzled in his veins.  He wanted to sink into her—his fangs, his cock.
     
    Pain erupted in his groin, hot as molten metal searing his skin.  He longed to thrust his cock into her core and quench the fire.
     
    He reached for her thigh, ripping her shift as he hooked around her knee and hauled her leg up to his hip.  The violence felt good, but he wanted more, he wanted her to scream with pleasure only he could give.  He bent his knees, coming up against her mound with a surge of strength that had her crying out in pleasure.
     
    Her wet heat seeped through his breeches as he ground his engorged cock against her clit.  He absorbed her scent, got drunk off her musky desire and frightened, aroused whimpers.
     
    She’d awakened the predator with her tongue and anger.  How good it would feel wrapped around his shaft, suckling him until he came inside her mouth.
     
    The pounding of her heart beat against his chest, edging the blind desire to unexpected heights.  Some distant part of his mind cried out in warning, recognized her desire had become fear alone.  He halted his movements, his breath ragged against her neck, harsh as the frigid pain coursing through his veins.
     
    How much the beast he’d become, fueled by desire and unable to resist destroying those weaker than himself.  A shudder wracked her body, resonating in the hatred he bore himself.
     
    He released her hands and moved away from her, watching as she tilted her head, covering her face and shame with her hair.  She closed her arms around her chest, hugging herself as though cold.  He knew she did it to protect herself, knew his actions had caused the change in her.
     
    She hadn’t feared him before.  Now she knew the nature of the beast, knew the hunger he possessed … knew that he could not contain it in her presence.  There would be no calming her, no opportunity to gain her trust now.
     
    Did he truly want it?
     
    He did not.  He wanted only to part her soft folds and sink inside her and appease the greed of his soul.  He cared nothing for human life—only