A Vampire for Christmas(37)

Her lips were soft but demanding against his as he eased the zipper down himself. They hadn’t made love since her transformation—not only had he worried about controlling the urge to take her blood, but he’d wanted her to get accustomed to all the changes first, despite her attempts to convince him otherwise. But after witnessing her performance in front of the Council yesterday and today, his needs could wait no longer. Hooking his thumbs under the neckline of the dress, he slid the bloodred fabric from her shoulders and let it drop at her feet.

His erection throbbed as he stared at the creamy mounds spilling over the top of her corset. He touched her soft flesh, warm and yielding under his fingertips, and her breath hitched. God, she was so perfect. Curling his fingers inside, he brushed the tips of her nipples, barely concealed by the lace.

I’ve wanted this so badly, Trace. You, this, everything. Promise me you will never make me wait this long again.”

That’d be an easy promise to keep. “You have my word.”

As he debated whether or not to unlace her corset, Charlotte unsnapped her panties and did that little shimmy thing until the scrap of lace fell from her hips. Then she reached under his drawstring waistband and her cool fingers wrapped around his shaft.

Good God, Char.” He rolled his hips forward and felt the glorious friction of her hand.

She gripped him tighter. “I love the easy access of your ceremonial garb. You should wear clothes like this more often.”

A groan that sounded more like a growl burst from his throat. Nope, he decided. He didn’t want her to undress further. He’d take her just like this.

He nudged her onto the bed, but before he joined her, he hesitated.

What are you doing?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

You’ll see.” He strode to the walk-in closet and retrieved the large antique mirror he’d spotted earlier. Thankfully, it had castors on the bottom and slid easily over the carpet toward the bed.

Charlotte laughed. “No way.”

I told you,” he said as he adjusted the mirror. “I’m a very visual person.”

He sat on the bed next to her and ran his hands over her thighs, still encased in the silk hose. Pushing her knees wider, he exposed her sex. It would be hot inside…slick…and very, very tight. God, dressed like this, she was sin, personified. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for this woman. Including breaking every law known to man and vampire. Hell, he’d broken many of them already.

Kneeling between her legs, he spread one hand on her flat lower belly and slid two fingers of his other hand into her warm folds. Her muscles gripped him tight as he moved in and out. He placed the pad of his thumb on her swollen nub of flesh, pressing it gently at first.

Oh, God,” she said, digging the heels of her shoes into the sheets on either side of him. Her muscles tightened, so he pressed his thumb a little harder. “Oh, God,” she said, over and over this time, her voice raspy and raw.

He glanced at the mirror and his eyes locked onto hers. How long had she been watching him pleasuring her?

She came quickly against his fingers. When she was finished, he withdrew and planned to bury another part of himself deep inside.

Hold on,” she said, rolling over. “Let me adjust the mirror. I want to be able to see all of you as you’re making love to me.”

Heaven help him, he thought as he stared at her. Positioned like she was, on all fours, it’d be easy for him to take her this way. His balls ached, suddenly feeling even heavier between his legs. Again, their eyes met in the reflection.

Yes,” she answered his unspoken question, arching her back slightly.

Gripping himself, he slid just the tip against her swollen opening and it easily slipped inside. She tried to rock back on him, but he held her steady for a moment. He turned his attention to the mirror to find that her breasts had spilled out over the top of the black lace. Good. He’d be able to watch them bounce and move. Her bottom was round, gorgeous, her daggerlike heels pointed out behind him. From this angle, he could see a few inches of his erection. But if he moved over, he might be able to…

Shifting slightly, he— Christ, he could see everything now.

My God, Char. You’re so hot, you should be illegal.” Curving his fingers around her corset-covered waist, he thrust his hips forward. And in one amazing instant, he watched as he slid into her body.

Oh, my God, Trace. This is…is…”

She wasn’t going to say big again, was she? Not that he would’ve minded.