Sera kissed under his jaw, his chin, the other side of his throat. Another moan slipped free when she sat sideways on his lap and ran her other hand firmly up his arm, tracing his muscles through his shirt while she continued to work at his throat, maddening him. She sucked and nibbled his right earlobe and he tensed, clawed at the seat arms and wanted to growl at her to make her kiss him. He needed to feel her mouth on his, cursed her for avoiding it as she kissed his cheek, his nose, and his chin. He tried to kiss her but she evaded him and clucked her tongue.
He was playing right into her hands.
A woman had done this to him before.
That instantly dampened his desire but it didnâ€™t kill it. It rose from the ashes like a phoenix, reborn stronger than ever, given life by each brush of her hands over his chest and each sweep of her lips down his neck. She tugged at his black tie, slid the two sides free of each other, and then started on his shirt. Her fingers teased his chest as she popped each button and slowly parted it.
Antoine couldnâ€™t take it.
He tensed right down to his soul, bracing himself as a desire to shove her away clawed at him. It was hard to deny that urge. He didnâ€™t want to be weak again, was afraid that if he gave in to her that he was only going to end up broken all over again. His parents were right. Never involve yourself with those below your class. They had no breeding. They did as they pleased with no regard for others. Like animals. Sera was one of those beasts.
That cooled his desire for a heartbeat of time.
What extinguished it completely were her fingers pausing against his chest and the sense of astonishment that flowed into him through them.
He was old and powerful enough to feel her emotions and he knew what she was looking at.
â€œMy God,â€ she whispered under her breath and touched one of the ridges of scar tissue that slashed across his chest. â€œWhat happened?â€
Antoine didnâ€™t want to talk about it, and he didnâ€™t want to look down either. If he did, he wouldnâ€™t see her hand on his body. He would see something horrific. He would see his own flesh cleaved open, bleeding profusely, and his life draining before his eyes. He relived that nightmare often enough during sleep. He didnâ€™t need to see it while he was awake.
He grabbed her hand and shoved it off him, tugging his shirt closed at the same time.
â€œNothing happened,â€ he snarled and tried to push her away but she tensed, going so rigid that it was impossible to get her off his lap without sending her crashing onto the floor and hurting her.
Sera was still a moment, watching him in silence, and then she leaned towards him and did something that tore at the barrier he had carefully constructed around his heart. She gently eased his hand away from his shirt, peeled it open to reveal his chest, and soothed each thick scar with soft warm kisses.
It was too much.
Antoine pushed the hand that grasped her wrist forwards, twisting it to an awkward position in an attempt to get her off him. She fought against him, still worshipping the scars of his past with kisses that eased his pain. It felt too good. Each kiss punched another hole in his defences.
â€œYou donâ€™t want to talk, thatâ€™s fine,â€ she murmured between kisses and he closed his eyes, his grip on her wrist tightening as he battled the temptation to wave a white flag and surrender to her. For the first time, he found words lining up on his tongue, words that would reveal something terrible. Words he had promised he would never speak. Who was this goddess on his lap? What power did she have over him to make him so easily forget his pain and want to confide everything in her?
She licked the end of one ragged scar and leaned her cheek against his chest.
â€œYou donâ€™t have to tell me anything, Antoine… but donâ€™t pretend you donâ€™t want me… or this.â€ Her hand skated down over his stomach and his desire flared right back up when her soft palm cupped his hard cock through his black trousers. His breathing hitched and his jaw tensed, a hot flood of arousal sweeping through his veins and ratcheting his desire up to a whole new level. â€œThis says you do.â€
Those four words were whispered against his chest and he couldnâ€™t deny the truth in them. He did want her. He didnâ€™t want this to end, whatever this was, even though he knew it would, whether he ended it before he got hurt or she ended it and hurt him.
â€œLet me taste you, Antoine. Stop fighting me.â€ She pressed more soft kisses to his chest, her fingers toying with his nipples and then raking down his stomach towards his belt.
Where had this vixen come from? She had been bold before, but this was different. He fixed his senses on her and could still feel her fear. She was scared, but not of him. She feared this wouldnâ€™t work and he wouldnâ€™t succumb to her advances. It wasnâ€™t because she wanted a job on his stage. It was because she wanted him. Her desire wasnâ€™t an act.
It was real.
Just like his.
He closed his eyes when she undid his trousers, slipped her hand inside and drew his erect cock out. His breath hissed through his teeth and he tensed, her touch fire and bliss. He couldnâ€™t hold out against her much longer. His defences were dropping with each passing second and now he teetered on the edge of surrendering to her seduction.
It wasnâ€™t an act.
Just as he had lost awareness of their location, so had she. Her focus was so fixed on him and he thrilled at the feel of it, could sense her so clearly, and her pleasure. That alone intoxicated him as she shimmied off his lap to kneel before him and lowered her mouth, taking him into it.
Did you enjoy today’s tease?
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Bloodlust runs in his veins, a dark master waiting for the day it will reign over him. Now a woman with a pure soul and wicked intentions has him in her sights and is determined to crack the ice around his heart, and she might save or damn him.
Antoine stands apart from the world around him, a dangerous and broken soul who must maintain rigid control at all times or risk his dark addiction finally seizing hold of him. The shadows of his past haunt him and he sees his bleak future each night when his brother wakes screaming, his blood addiction turning him savage. He cannot allow himself to feel, but when Sera walks into Vampirerotique, the erotic theatre he runs with three other vampires, to audition, she awakens dangerous desires in himâ€”hungers that could spell the end of both of them.
Sera has wanted Antoine since the night she first saw the gorgeous aristocrat vampire. She canâ€™t ignore the deep carnal hunger he stirs in her or the ache to know the heat of his touch. With the help of her sire, an ex-performer at Vampirerotique, she sets in motion a game of seduction, one designed to thaw the ice in Antoineâ€™s veins and make him burn for her.
When Sera discovers the shocking truth about his past and the darkness that lurks within him, will she be strong enough to seize his heart with both hands and win him forever or will she lose him to the ghosts that still haunt him?
If you haven’t had a chance to read any of the books in the Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series yet, they’re all available at major ebook retailers and in paperback, and you can find the links and samples of the books at my website:
Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #1)
Crave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #2)
Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #3)
Enslave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #4)
Bewitch (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #5)
Unleash (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #6)