Craving Temptation: Love Of A Vampire - Chapter 161

The moment we stepped through the door, the attention of the entire room turned to my beloved and me. Now, if we thought that we would not cause a stir, I truly was hoping for the impossible. With their glances firmly on me, they bowed their heads, welcoming the presence of my beloved and me.

After acknowledging their gesture, they all raised their heads, and I showed for them to continue to with what they were doing. Now the shock in my beloved’s eyes is beyond that that I have ever seen. I have in all my years as Vampire Master not had an entire room full of Vampires bow down to me.

I guess that no one ever expected the Vampire Master to come out and enjoy an evening. So much to my frustration, I have to go from one elder to another to greet them. My beloved soon breaks away from me as she starts feeling bored by the routine.

Once I am satisfied that I have done my duty, I scan for her across the room; as I spot her in a far corner, I sneak up from behind and wrap my arms around her waist. In an instant, she spins on her heels and faces me.

“Are you done playing house?”

“Yes, my beloved.”

I grab hold of her waist once again and pull her deep against the tightness of my body. I twirl her around and lead her to the middle of the room. I elegantly slide my hand slowly down the contours of her body; for only but a second, I let them linger on her waist. Then I wrap them around until they rest on the small of her back; I pull her deep into my now-building erection. It is growing close to raging. The entire room gasps as I sway her body to the rhythm of the music, as our hips rock from side to side, getting lost in the sensations of the feeling that is rushing through our bodies. The sexual tension and the closeness of our bodies are driving my body to a tormented peak.

“Sebastian, I did not think you could dance?”

“My beloved, this is called grinding. I searched it on my phone on the way here.”

“Well, I love the grinding. Do you care to do it a bit tighter into my body?”

I nip at my bottom lip and slowly whisper, “As you wish, my beloved.”

“Oh, god, Sebastian, don’t do that. I might just devour you in front of all of these Vampires.”

Slowly with each breath, with each inch of a second, I pull her deep cherry lips closer to mine.

I look up into his eyes; his lips are but less than an eye wink away. All I need to do is lean an inch forward, and mine would be against them.

…Anastasia POV…

He takes a lock of my hair and twirls it around his finger, then gently pulls it closer. “My beloved, if I knew what the scent of an angel was, then I would say it was you.”

“Sebastian, are you flirting with me?”

“Merely trying to seduce you.”

“I love the attempt, but could you do that in private.”

“As you wish.”

He takes me by the hand and leads me away from the dance floor; I can see his eyes searching for something.

“Sebastian, what are you looking for?”

“A room where I can seduce you, my beloved.”

“You call that having sex.”

“Well, I can particularly say that in front of everyone. But I think you might just have.”

I only but chuckle at him; this man will be the death of me. And god, does he find a room? Now I am not going to complain as he gracefully lifts my body on the counter. This man seems to have confused the kitchen with a room.

As he comes to stand between my legs, he takes his thumb to my bottom lip and gently runs it from one corner to the other. Then he moves them between the seams of my lips and slightly begins to part them.

“Sebastian, are you…?”

“Yes, I am.”

The heat between our bodies is unmistakable. I try to whisper by my trembling lips only but cause my words to whimper. I see my name forming around his lips, but he, too, is drowning in the power I have over his body.

“Sebastian, I want…”

He does not let me finish; he moves his lips inch by inch, even closer to mine. He looks down to my lips and backs up to meet my eyes. He closes his eyes and moves forward, closing the space between us.

He tangles his hands in my hair and pulls me closer to him. He touches me only with his lips, and then, without hesitation, he kisses me.

At first, his lips are gentle, exquisitely careful, as if he feared he was bruising me. The sweet taste of his lips melts onto mine as his mouth settles more firmly, insisting and begging for more. Unable to resist, my lips part to allow him passage, the tip of his tongue slides past my teeth in silken strokes of exploration.

He strokes the slick insides of my cheeks. He has never kissed me like this before; it is as if he was feeding on me, feeding on my rising passion and that hidden carnal desire. Is way dizzily from his kiss and clutch my arms around his hard neck.

If only he would hold me tighter and lock his full length against me, but he still touches me only with his one hand and consumes my mouth with patient hunger. He is holding the force of his passion so securely in check.

My hands flutter to the sides of his face, stroking the bristle of his cheeks and jaw. He makes a quiet moan in his throat. Suddenly he takes hold of my shoulders and eases me away from his body. My gaze locks with his in a moment of searing wonder. He looks at me as if he could eat me with his gaze as if he wanted to possess every inch of my body and every flicker of my soul.

“My beloved, can I…?”

I do not answer; I want to touch him, I want to feel his skin against mine, I feel a dark burning desire deep inside me that only he could satisfy. I want him. He pulls me back in. The urgency and the passion seemed to have grown. My body trembles and melts; he is kissing me with devastating thoroughness. My hands work their way around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along with his perfect physique.

On and on, he kisses me, turning his mouth this way and that, his tongue dancing and intertwining. He continues exploring my mouth; he fills me so perfectly. I groan softly as he takes the kiss deeper; it slowly turns more passionate. I dig my nails into his shirt, pressing my knuckles into him; I clutch his shirt in my fists and pull him closer to me.

I gasp as he leaves my mouth to kiss the corners of my lips, then my cheek, my temple; he drops his head to kiss the tender side of my neck. It is a sweet seduction that sends a rush throughout my body.

“My, god, my beloved, nothing feels more right than this.”

Within a split second, I’m there again; it is like I never left. All the lust, all the craving, the desire to feel his hot flesh boils over me again. I close my eyes, and everything around me has faded, everything but him. The only thing that matters is feeling his soft lips tasting mine. I pull him closer by the seems of his jeans; slowly, I start unbuttoning them.

“Are you sure, my beloved? Someone can walk in?”

“All the more reason.”

I smile and continue to unbutton his pants. His body is trembling against my touch, my hands shaking in anticipation. I drop his pants to his feet; if ever I was not sure about this, I definitely am now as he is standing in all his glory in front of me.

Within seconds, my top is dropped in the pile of clothes that are already on the floor. He wiggles my pants, over my ass, and down my slender legs. I am in front of him only in my tiny red lace panties; he reaches and peels them down my legs, the touch of his rough hands sends a sensation that rocks my core.

I gasp when his mouth finds my breasts, his parted lips follow their curves, his tongue surrounds my nipples, he sucks them hard until they are wet, stiff, and sensitive, I feel my thighs clench together, the aching between them growing wet. I slide my fingers through his hair, needing something to hold on to as he whisks my nipple with his tongue over and over again.

Working his way along my body, he circles my navel with his wet tongue before continuing down, finding the part of my body that aches for him. When his breath touches my thigh, a tremor of desire shakes through me. With a few capable strokes, a fire of pleasure is taking me to a whole new height of pleasure. He is exploring me with his lips and tongue, a forbidden pleasure, a wild intimate kiss.

He lifts from the counter, and I wrap my legs around his waist. We hold on to each other as if the world would burst apart if one of us let go. His hands gently move over my hips, pulling me in even closer; it is not a sexual touch but a comforting feeling. His fingers run along the edge of my hairline as he tucks a rogue lock of hair behind my ears. I look up at him into his brown eyes and feel a burst of tenderness in my chest.

He leans closer, his firm mouth brush against my lips; with a whispered moan, I part my lips, he kisses me, an open-mouthed invitation that he takes. His kisses are desperate, obsessive, like he consumes me, to take all that I am for himself, to make me his.

His fingers dig into my thighs as he pulls me in closer, dragging me deep into his groin. My hips respond to his clenching fingers, grinding my body against him, wanting more. He groans with every movement, with every shift, his manhood growing with each second.

Then he thrusts deep into me, my body absorbing him inch by inch. He thrusts again, my back involuntarily arches, lost in this glorious moment of ecstasy, my back arched, I am seized by a rush of sensation so intense that I cannot contain my cries of pleasure. He pounds harder into me, over and over again, his strokes hard and powerful.

Our bodies are hot and melting into each other. With the last shreds of self-control, I feel tremors shake throughout my body as I shatter. He pulls me up; he plunges in deeper than ever before; with a whisper of my name, he finds his own release. He buries his face in her neck and pulls me into an embrace; for a moment, I forget there was a world outside the circle of his arms.

Then much to my horror, someone comes walking through the door.

Sebastian whispers to me, “You little vixen.”