VAMPIRE ROMANCE: Moonlight Desires Complete Series (Books 1, 2, &3) (Paranormal Romance Collection, Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance With Sex) (Vampire Romance Boxed Set) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Piquette Fontaine
him, his ageless face, trying to comprehend his timeless being, his soft kiss. He did it again, and this time Shana opened her mouth a bit. They touched the most part of their lips together, and licked them away slowly.
Baker guided her to the slab, on top of which he slept, and laid her down. Some incantation was muttered under his breath, and he began to undo his flannel shirt. Pale skin was pulled taught against his quietly defined musculature. Shana was entranced by the way his biceps moved up and down over the bend inside his elbow as he wrangled the opened shirt off his body. She pulled him down onto his stone podium, and their maws merged into one wet form inside of which tongues lanced like puppies playing in the grass.
The cold fingers against the lower side of her breasts, and quickly get nipple, made Shana gasp, then exhale all that her lungs contained. She could feel the corpse-stiff phallus against the inside of her leg and was taken by a craving that left her dumb.
“I want you to reach up and slip my panties off me.” The long, chilly fingers found the waist of the cotton drawers, the types that Shana would slip into four comfortable sleep. He slowly pulled down the front, making sure to stimulate that sacred spot at the top of her vagina’s crest before he grabbed the panties from each hip and dragged them down as she raised her hips to assist. When she rested her butt against the sleeping pedestal, it was engulfed by that same sense-robbing chill. In this moment, Shana felt fully taken.
Baker started to position his cold, dead cock and she said, “No.” She rolled over on a hip facing away from him and started to touch herself. Once her hand was sufficiently wet, she reached behind her and stroked the vampire, moistening the pipe that he would lay. Preparing, he crawled up on the pedestal next to her and positioned her thighs in his benefit. His cock, slick with her juices, rubbed against her buttock and he slid in as slowly as a train pulling out of a station. The sensation reduced her, it felt, to a blob of matter.
He whispered in her ear, “Remember my promise?” as he gave three slow, shallow thrusts. Shana did. She bit her lip during the fourth slow, shallow thrust. She shook her head in feeble protest through the fifth and sixth slow, shallow thrusts. That frozen rod drained her of all intelligent faculties. He opened his mouth and positioned his bite during the seventh and eighth shallow thrusts. The ninth was infinitely deep, which felt to Shana that he was sliding in endlessly, all the way into the pit of her being. She let out a moan which shook the walls of the stone den.
TO BE CONTINUED
Moonlight Desires (Book #2)
Chapter One
The boys at Ray Fat's American Auto Fixation and Motors were slammed that day, but Nate went easy on them with his inspections. He gave them plenty of time to make whatever repairs needed with little threat of closing down the shop. Years later, those inspections would come back to haunt them, when the hydraulics on one of the car lifts malfunctioned six months after inspection, letting a Chrysler Town and Country fall onto Santiago, the mechanic working on its front axle. His neck snapped in the wheel well but the coroner noted that the weight of the car would have done him in anyway.
While it is impossible to deduce what was going through Santiago's unconscious the instant his neck snapped and he lost his ability to get air into his brain; that flash of an instant that for all we know lasts an eon to those in the throes of mortality's natural denouement. The coroner couldn't help but note to Ray Fat that the look on Santiago's face was not one of terror, but a one of serene, postcoital bliss. Ray's disgusted look indicated that he would forget what the coroner said, for both their benefits.
Needless to say, that year would not be Nate's easiest year.
Today, they
Baker guided her to the slab, on top of which he slept, and laid her down. Some incantation was muttered under his breath, and he began to undo his flannel shirt. Pale skin was pulled taught against his quietly defined musculature. Shana was entranced by the way his biceps moved up and down over the bend inside his elbow as he wrangled the opened shirt off his body. She pulled him down onto his stone podium, and their maws merged into one wet form inside of which tongues lanced like puppies playing in the grass.
The cold fingers against the lower side of her breasts, and quickly get nipple, made Shana gasp, then exhale all that her lungs contained. She could feel the corpse-stiff phallus against the inside of her leg and was taken by a craving that left her dumb.
“I want you to reach up and slip my panties off me.” The long, chilly fingers found the waist of the cotton drawers, the types that Shana would slip into four comfortable sleep. He slowly pulled down the front, making sure to stimulate that sacred spot at the top of her vagina’s crest before he grabbed the panties from each hip and dragged them down as she raised her hips to assist. When she rested her butt against the sleeping pedestal, it was engulfed by that same sense-robbing chill. In this moment, Shana felt fully taken.
Baker started to position his cold, dead cock and she said, “No.” She rolled over on a hip facing away from him and started to touch herself. Once her hand was sufficiently wet, she reached behind her and stroked the vampire, moistening the pipe that he would lay. Preparing, he crawled up on the pedestal next to her and positioned her thighs in his benefit. His cock, slick with her juices, rubbed against her buttock and he slid in as slowly as a train pulling out of a station. The sensation reduced her, it felt, to a blob of matter.
He whispered in her ear, “Remember my promise?” as he gave three slow, shallow thrusts. Shana did. She bit her lip during the fourth slow, shallow thrust. She shook her head in feeble protest through the fifth and sixth slow, shallow thrusts. That frozen rod drained her of all intelligent faculties. He opened his mouth and positioned his bite during the seventh and eighth shallow thrusts. The ninth was infinitely deep, which felt to Shana that he was sliding in endlessly, all the way into the pit of her being. She let out a moan which shook the walls of the stone den.
TO BE CONTINUED
Moonlight Desires (Book #2)
Chapter One
The boys at Ray Fat's American Auto Fixation and Motors were slammed that day, but Nate went easy on them with his inspections. He gave them plenty of time to make whatever repairs needed with little threat of closing down the shop. Years later, those inspections would come back to haunt them, when the hydraulics on one of the car lifts malfunctioned six months after inspection, letting a Chrysler Town and Country fall onto Santiago, the mechanic working on its front axle. His neck snapped in the wheel well but the coroner noted that the weight of the car would have done him in anyway.
While it is impossible to deduce what was going through Santiago's unconscious the instant his neck snapped and he lost his ability to get air into his brain; that flash of an instant that for all we know lasts an eon to those in the throes of mortality's natural denouement. The coroner couldn't help but note to Ray Fat that the look on Santiago's face was not one of terror, but a one of serene, postcoital bliss. Ray's disgusted look indicated that he would forget what the coroner said, for both their benefits.
Needless to say, that year would not be Nate's easiest year.
Today, they
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