It’s that time of year again…Valentine’s Day! I’m thrilled to be part of the Heart’s on Fire Valentine’s Blog Hop, hosted by Close Encounters of the Night Kind and Read Between the Lines.
The doors had barely closed when she lunged at me. She slammed me savagely against the metal wall of the elevator, showing me that she wanted me with a ferocity that made my cock rock-hard and struggle to not take her in the elevator. Her hands viciously pulled at my tie and her fingers were frantic as they struggled to unbutton my shirt. She grabbed the lapels of my jacket, pulling my face down to hers. Our lips collided in an explosive kiss, her tongue teasing and persistent as it twisted against my own. My mouth was equally as hungry, easily taking control of the kiss with a low, rumbling growl.
Backing us out into the hallway, I walked us backwards and our passionate embrace never broke. I smoothly pushed her against the wall on one side of the hall and she pressed back, knocking me to the other side with her surprisingly increasing strength.
Somehow amidst our passionate exchange, I had the presence of mind to retrieve my keys, swiftly opening the door. We stumbled inside, our arms and legs tangled together.
We were a blur as we struggled for dominance in our need to make love. Our hands were in perpetual motion, stripping away the layers of our clothing as we continued our frenzied dance. My suit jacket fell to the floor in the living room; her shoes were haphazardly kicked aside in the kitchen. My wrinkled dress shirt and tie landed in the hallway and her dress ended up in the doorway of our bedroom. Our mouths were relentless as we devoured each other with mindless, drugging kisses that left me shaking, breathless and craving more.
“You told me I suitably wooed you, Josephine. Now I am going to properly fuck you.”
She broke free from my grasp and backed away until she was on the opposite side of the bed, moving faster than she ever had before. She was satisfied with herself; her wide smile mocked me while her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips beckoned me to come closer. She cocked her eyebrow in defiance and crooked a finger at me, motioning for me to come to her.
Only the city lights from the wall of windows illuminated the room as I swaggered towards her. I could imagine how sinister I must look to her; the predator stalking its prey. Every muscle in my arms and chest flexed in anticipation as I unbuckled my belt and ripped it from my pants, dropping it to the floor with a heavy clang. My eyes were ravenous as I stalked her, my fingers twitching impatiently. If I chose to, I could have her pinned to the bed before she could even react. However, I was enjoying the chase, like a lion pursuing a gazelle.
I flicked open the button on my pants and lowered the zipper slowly, the fabric rustling as it slipped over my hips. My smile was wicked and sexy as I edged across the bed towards her, hooking a finger underneath the front of her bra and pulling her to me.
My eyes drifted to her breasts before lifting my gaze to meet hers. My tongue swiped across my lower lip, already able to taste her skin on my tongue. “Playing hard to get, vackra?”
“Would you like me to?” she asked saucily. Threading her fingers through my hair, her hands stopped at the nape of my neck. She tugged my head back, exposing the long stretch of my throat to her. I swallowed unevenly and my body tensed, every muscle contracting. Lowering her lips to my chest, she licked across my clavicle, up the length of my neck to the edge of my jaw. She loosened her grip on my hair and our eyes met again, black to black. Grinning wickedly, I could feel my fangs fully exposed and on display.
My finger snapped the lacy fabric of her bra apart. I crawled closer and it was my turn to tease her, my tongue flickering out to lazily lick circles around her pert nipple, causing a shiver to run down her spine. I turned my attention to the other, but instead of using my tongue, my fangs sank into her skin and I swallowed hungrily. Her hot blood was sweeter than mead, more addictive than any drug. Her body reacted to my bite as she bowed against me, the sweet smell of her excitement flooding her panties. When I withdrew my fangs and my arms blurred to grab her, she had no time to respond.
She realized much too late that the aggressor had become the prey. I had her trapped to the bed and I moved to straddle her, my long, powerful legs on both sides of her thighs. My fingers started their path at her cheekbone, my calloused fingertips dragging down her jaw to stroke the side of her neck. I paused, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse racing from beneath her skin. My hooded eyes watched the vein throb for a moment before I resumed my exploration, outlining the fullness of her breast and running my palm over the fragile skin of her ribs. Smiling softly, her chest heaved in anticipation as my hand dropped lower to ghost against her firm stomach, casually running a finger over her ruined panties. They were soaked, and when I ripped them from her, she let out a soft cry of surprise.