Sensual Sunday - Hot Vampire Romance Novel excerpt from Masquerade (Vampires Realm Series Book 10) plus FREE Ebook! - Felicity Heaton - Paranormal Romances with PassionFelicity Heaton

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From the shadows, he emerged. He stalked towards her across the golden gravel, slow and purposeful, his gaze intent on her from behind his black mask, as though she was his prey. His focus on her intensified and her instincts blared in alarm, telling her that she was in danger.

She was, but it wasnâ€™t danger of him hurting her, but rather danger of her losing her mind and surrendering to him and her desire to chase a moment of bliss and seek her own happiness for a change.

He didnâ€™t want to harm her.

He just wanted her.

It was exciting, and wrong of her.

Forbidden.

Sophis didnâ€™t see him coming. One moment he was over ten feet away and the next she was in his arms, pulled flush against the hard planes of his body, bent backwards in his arms as he kissed her with gentle force, stealing all reason from her mind. She clutched his shoulders, drawing the black material of his jacket into her fists, and moaned as he claimed his prize, his kiss turning fierce and dominant, so passionate that she could barely keep up with the rough motion of his lips against hers.

He was breathing hard when he drew back enough that she could see his face. The fire in his dark eyes as he raked them over her, settling them on her neck and then her mouth before bringing them back to meet hers, stole her ability to breathe and she could only stare up at him, lost and waiting, hungry for more.

â€œWe really should talk,â€ he whispered in Russian. â€œWe shouldnâ€™t do this.â€

His gaze dropped to her mouth again and he slowly inched towards her, as though giving her a chance to stop things from happening between them. She knew that she should but she couldnâ€™t bring herself to do it. The attraction to him, the need to feel his hands on her flesh and his mouth on hers, was too fierce to ignore.

Sophis craned her neck and claimed his lips. They parted and he slanted his head and delved his tongue into her mouth. She met it with hers, tangling them together and savouring the taste of his kiss. His grip on her waist tightened, his fingers pressing in so hard that she was sure he might bruise her, but she didnâ€™t care. His other hand grasped the nape of her neck, tugging strands of her long brown hair free as he twisted his fingers in them, trapping her in his arms. She moaned and surrendered to him, and his response was to devour her mouth in a way that set her on fire inside, turning her blood to flame and her will to resist to ashes.

He lifted her off the ground, laid her down on the cold stone bench, and covered her body with his, pinning her with it as he roughly kissed her. The hand against the back of her head shifted and he grabbed her hair, tugged her head back and devoured her neck with hard passionate kisses. Sophis couldnâ€™t contain the moan that bubbled up her throat in response. It came out harsh, full of hunger and need. She hadnâ€™t been with a man in so long, not since becoming a vampire, and was eager to know how different it would feel. He was so rough with her, driving her to give up her restraint and become wild like him, to enjoy the moment and the passion burning between them.

She did.

Sophis snaked one arm around the back of his head as he kissed down her neck and across her chest, and curled her hand over the top of his head. She tangled her fingers in the longer lengths of his dark hair and held him to her as she arched into him, eager for more. Every kiss he placed on the curves of her breasts tantalised her, sending hot waves rushing deep into her core. They gathered in the pit of her stomach, heating it through and tightening it, and threatening to steal control. His hands left her side and her head and she gasped as he tugged the corset of her dress down, exposing her breasts to the cold air. His mouth claimed one nipple, tugging the pearl into its moisture, and his hand covered the other. She bit her lip, screwed her eyes shut and moaned as a flood of desire crashed through her. Her moan became a growl of pleasure when he rolled her nipple between his teeth and then gave a teasing bite, sending sparks shooting outwards in all directions. His answering growl rumbled against her and she quivered, her hunger for him bordering on desperation.

She was going to wake up feeling like a fool tomorrow night but she didnâ€™t care. She wanted this and she wanted him, needed this moment of mad pleasure, and she was going to have him.

Her gloves made the task she set her mind to difficult but it didnâ€™t take her long to undo and discard the belt that held his sword and to pop each button on his black jacket. When she reached the last button near his groin and it gave under her fingers, she moved her hand forwards, cupping the hard length in his trousers. He groaned against her breasts and kissed across them, shifting to the other one. She didnâ€™t realise where his hand had gone until it was against the apex of her thighs beneath her layers of skirt, cupping her through her underwear. Her eyes shot wide open and she stared at the moon, dizzy with the feel of him palming her. She swallowed and shuddered, wanting nothing more than to lay on the bench beneath him and let him do as he pleased with her, but driven by her need to touch him in return.

He drew away from her breasts when she started on his white dress shirt and watched her fingers, his black mask obscuring his expression. She couldnâ€™t tell if he was angry or fascinated as his eyes narrowed. When the last of the buttons gave way and the two sides of his shirt fell open to reveal the delicious taut muscles of his torso, she slowed down, filled with a sudden urge to savour the delicacy before her. He groaned and trembled when she smoothed her palms out against his broad chest, the feel of the rock hard muscles beneath her fingers almost too much for her to bear. She forced herself to continue and lightly swept her fingertips over the edges of his pectorals to the pronounced ridges of his abdomen.

â€œDevil, I love the feel of your gloves on me,â€ he murmured in Russian, his rough voice music to her ears, sensual and seductive.

Sophis smiled up at him as his eyes met hers. They widened when she let her claws extend and ran them over his chest. He groaned again and bucked against her, driving his hips against the hand that still pressed into her groin. She shivered and bit her lip as the scent of his blood hit her. He stared at her, following her hand as she drew it away from him and brought it to her lips. His pupils dilated and his lips parted when she inhaled the scent of his blood on her claws and gloves, and the desire in his eyes empowered her.

She propped herself up on one elbow and touched his chest again, following close to one of the scratches, tracking the rivulet of blood that had run down his chest towards his abdomen. The droplet ran over the curve of his pectoral and onto the hard slab of his stomach and she glanced up at him to find him watching her, his lips still parted, the beautiful look of anticipation and need on his face too much to ignore. She craned her neck, poked her tongue out, and licked up the length of one of the cuts.

His growl reverberated through her, so low and harsh that it called to her instincts and urged her to feed. He liked it.

He leaned back, kneeling between her parted thighs, and clutched her to his chest as she licked each cut and sucked occasionally to steal a drop of blood. He tasted so good. Strong blood. Older than her.

â€œWicked,â€ he whispered and caught one of her hands, brought it up to his mouth and sucked her fingers.

Sophis licked another cut, feeling every bit as wicked as he had declared her to be, and loving it. She closed her eyes and breathed him in, and frowned when a flicker of familiarity lit up inside her.

Did she know him?

She pulled back to look at his face so she could see if she did, but he didnâ€™t give her the chance. He kissed her again, fierce and hungry, his mouth rough against hers. Their masks knocked together and she wanted to throw hers aside and push his away, wanted them to know each other now before things went too far. He caught her wrist when she reached for his mask, pushed her down on the bench and pinned her arm above her head. He kissed away her desire to reveal who he was and she lost herself again as she sucked on his lower lip and nipped it, drawing a little blood. He groaned and ground against her, his weight shifting to press down on her wrist.

Her eyes went wide when he ran his hand up under her skirt, muttering something about the feel of her stockings, and paused on her thigh.

A wicked smile tugged at his kiss-swollen lips and he looked down.

Sophis tried to think of something to say that would explain why she had three throwing knives strapped to each of her thighs but failed.

He ran his fingers over each small steel blade in turn and she thought he would remove them but he didnâ€™t. His hand shifted, claiming her hip beneath her scarlet dress.

â€œI love a woman who is armed,â€ he said with another grin and dropped down.

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Masquerade
F E Heaton
Ten years have passed since Sophis and Vivek, two vampires of the Venia bloodline, came close to death at the hands of twin hunters Aleksis and Izabella Romanov. The events of that night turned Sophis and Vivek against each other, shattering their close friendship and driving them apart.

Now, on the eve of a centenary Creator Day masquerade and at a time when things between them are dangerously close to separating them forever, they uncover a small army of vampire hunters in Saint Petersburg, led by their nemeses, Aleksis and Izabella.

With the safety of the rulers of the seven pure vampire bloodlines in their hands and their chance for vengeance hanging in the balance, can Sophis and Vivek face their past and overcome their differences? Will they realise their true feelings for each other before itâ€™s too late or will the hunters finally claim their lives as their deadly plot to destroy the bloodlines unfolds?

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