Odette’s Lair: Atlantic City, NJ…
Even as his skin caught fire against hers… a sweat-slicked cinnamon abyss of desire that threatened his sanity, he swore that tonight would be different than the past nights he’d spent in Odette’s arms. As though sensing his ambivalence, she arched, bringing more of him into her velvety haven. Delicate muscles in her sheath contracted in a rip tide that suckled unspent seed up his shaft until a low moan became the only resistance he could offer.
Vampire to vampire, she knew what she was doing to him, and he was so well aware of what she was doing to him—stalling.
“Say my name,” she whispered harshly against his neck. “Stay with me, Antonio… just so you can live to fight later. I’m from an era of patience and strategy; you are from this era of impulsive brute force. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I have to go, we have to go,” he said through a hard pant.
She shook her head no and he stared down into her exotic amber-brown eyes, drowning in the hypnotic pools of them.
“Why do you torture me so?” he rasped, and then took her mouth, moving against her with force.