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She opened herself up to him, deliberately letting all her defenses fall. The sensations he was creating were delicious…how could she not?

  He spun her around a three-quarter circle before bringing her hard against him again. She felt his hand on her ankle, stroking, circling, weakening her limbs. She knew the path he intended to take and already her pussy and clit were swelling, preparing for him. Her vagina rippled, expelling cream that gathered at the tops of her thighs. She had never been this wet, this ready. Ryan could bend her over that table now and she would not utter a word against it. She would moan and take him into her gladly.

  But his hand continued its slow maddening glide up her leg, bringing her gown up with him, exposing her. She quivered with a building excitement.

  His mouth released hers, to explore her jaw and her throat, pausing to measure her pounding pulse, before moving onto her collarbone. She had not thought so simple a thing as licking the hollow of her clavicle could make her want to swoon. She clutched at him. “Ryan…please…please, fuck me,” she begged.

  “Soon,” he promised, his lips moving against her upper breast. “Soon, I’ll have you screaming my name, Eva. I’ll have you coming so hard, you’ll remember how to cry and every incubus in New York will rend his garments and beat his chest with regret.”

  She shuddered with the wicked promise in his voice, the hard certainty. “Hurry,” she said, her voice husky.

  “Oh, no,” he replied. “This isn’t something you hurry.”

  His hand cupped her bottom under the gown and she gasped as his fingertips slipped between her ass cheeks. He was watching her reaction and gave a knowing smile. “You like that, hmmm?” A gleam came into his eyes. “You’re a perverse little virgin. I’m going to enjoy sliding my cock into your ass, Eva.”

  She shuddered, her cunt tightening, her clit sending out an aching call to be touched. “Do your worst, Ryan. I can take it.”

  He expelled a surprised breath. “Technically was an understatement,” he said. He dropped his hand from her ass and spun her around another circle or two, bringing him next to his discarded coat. He reached into the inner pocket and brought out the long knife. “This isn’t for you, so keep your vampire hair-trigger reactions damped down, okay?”

  She nodded, although she could feel the hair on the back of her neck already raised and the animal instincts on alert. She calmed them with deep breaths and which pumped even more human endorphins through her body and watched as Ryan brought the knife blade to the front of her dress and snagged the bodice, between her breasts. The blade was incredibly sharp, for the dress gave way with a tiny whisper of sound.

  He used the blade to rip the dress open, down to her waist. More tugs with the blade laid the dress open from bodice to hem, exposing her completely. Ryan tossed the knife back onto his jacket, pulled the dress open and just looked at her. Sweat beaded on his temples. “Christ,” he said thickly. “You’re perfect.”

  He cupped her breast with a hand that trembled, making her arch. He squeezed gently, stroking and massaging, then slipped to the tip and captured the nipple. She gave a choking cry as he pulled on the nipple and clutched at him, her balance uncertain. “Ryan, please…” she said desperately, feeling the deep quake of a climax building in her.

  “Not yet,” he ground out. He bent over her and sucked in the other nipple between his teeth and bit gently on it.

  Her climax showered over her, pulled there by his teeth on her breast. Her nails bit into his shirt and she heard it rip as she shuddered through the intense experience, her pussy cramping hard around empty space. She whimpered.

  “Fuck,” Ryan muttered hoarsely, straightening up. He tore the remnants of the dress from her shoulders, picked her up, his hands around her waist and bent her over his shoulder. He carried her, only a few paces and she was laid down upon something warm and slightly soft. She smelled Ryan’s scent instantly and knew she lay upon his coat, spread upon the air vent roof, a table-sized flat metal surface about three foot high. It had signs all over it that it was not to be sat upon or walked upon. But there was nothing about lying upon it.

  Ryan spread his hands over her abdomen, his eyes hooded and gleaming. The fabric of his shirt was shredded over his shoulders. She had done that. “You’re right, it must be now.” He unbuckled his jeans and reached into a pocket and brought out a flat packet she recognized by context rather than experience.

  “You don’t need a condom, Ryan. Vampires and human diseases don’t mingle and we don’t procreate with sex.”

  He looked at the package and put it away again. “Yeah, I should know better,” he said. “You’re blowing my brains away, Eva.” He unfastened his jeans and Eva began to tremble anew as he withdrew his cock. It was thick and long, with a nicely rounded head. It was red and throbbing now with need, the veins pulsing.

  Her hips rose, her pussy clenching, as she thought of him pushing it inside her. Her breath shortened.

  Ryan ran his fingers through her cleft, spreading the juices. “Jesus. You’re so ready,” he murmured. “Hot, wet.”

  “Please,” she begged, her thighs moving restlessly.

  Ryan lifted her ankles to his shoulders, the silk stockings resting against his destroyed shirt. His hot hands slid down her legs to her hips and gripped them, as his cock pushed against the entrance to her pussy. He eased himself inside inch by inch. There was no hymen left—she had taken care to remove that innocent membrane herself many years ago. But beyond vibrators and her fingers, no man or vampire had invaded her vagina. She was glad of his restraint now, for the stretching was at first a discomfort.

  But just at first. Once Ryan’s cock was fully lodged inside her, he paused and gazed at her face. “You’ve no idea how wonderful that feels,” he told her. “Are you okay?”

  “More than,” she said truthfully, with a smile, as her pussy rippled around him. “Fuck me, Ryan. Hard. I want to come again, this time with you in me.”

  “Jesus,” he said thickly. His hands slipped to her waist, as his cock withdrew almost all the way, before sliding back into her again. She gasped as her whole body seemed to clench around him. Her clit spasmed. She knew that a few strokes against her clit and she would climax again but Ryan’s hands were on her waist, as he pounded into her.

  Ryan was watching her face. “Touch yourself,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  She could feel her cheeks heat.

  He picked up her hand and brought it between her thighs, close to where his cock was thrusting into her. “It’s one of the most erotic things a man can watch. Pleasure yourself.” He took her waist again, leaving her fingers lying against her mons.

  Hesitantly, she separated the swollen lips with her fingers and exposed her clit. Ryan groaned at the sight. Encouraged, she soaked up the cream with her fingers and circled her clit, feeling the tingling rush through her at her touch. She began to stroke her clit with a firm, familiar touch and bit back her moan. With Ryan’s cock impaling her, this was too good. This was overwhelming. It wasn’t the quick masturbation she used to stave off frustration. It was a swift buildup of heady, explosive feeling that threatened to stop her heart, or take off her head…she wasn’t sure which.

  She just knew it was going to kill her somehow. She snapped open her eyes and found Ryan was watching her. “Come for me,” he coaxed. “Come with me.”

  That, she could do. If she wasn’t alone, she could risk it. She let herself come and felt her cunt clamp down in an almost painful vice-like grip, as waves washed over her, making her clit bloom in soft explosive climaxes. Her heart was a runaway train.

  Ryan groaned and shot his seed in her. She could feel his hot cum against the entrance to her womb and his cock jerking within her and it initiated another mini climax, a final one, that made her arch hard.

  Ryan withdrew his still aching cock from her hot, tight pussy and lowered her legs. He wanted more of her. He wasn’t done yet. Once wasn’t going to be nearly enough. And the thought scared the crap out of him. What had he
got into here? He stared at her.

  Eva. Virgin, she may have been and a blue-eyed china doll but she was as sexy as hell and he was damned. Even now, post-orgasmic as she was, she lay on his coat, naked except for her stockings and garters, was she even aware that she was stroking her mons, with that dreamy expression on her face?

  His cock throbbed, his balls ached. No, he wasn’t done yet.

  He cleared his throat and she sat up, blinking and curled herself into a self-conscious ball. Her blue eyes speared him. “Well, then…” she said stiffly.

  He fastened his jeans. “I’m figuring the incubus picked this building because you have an apartment here, right? Vampires are so big on assimilating, these days.”

  She blinked. “Y-yes. Third floor.” She frowned. “So what?”

  “Why don’t you throw on my coat?”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “You can’t exactly get back to your apartment wearing just the stockings.”

  “Don’t you want to leave?”

  “Why would I do that?” he said, deliberately mimicking her.

  She bit her lip. It was adorable. It made Ryan want to suck on that bottom lip himself, to taste the honey nectar all over again and trace the pillow fullness with his tongue.

  “You’ve fucked me,” she said, clearly striving for a firm, no-nonsense voice but not quite making it. “You’ve met your obligation, for which I thank you. I don’t intend to keep you from your business any longer than necessary.”

  Gotcha. Ryan shook his head. “But you haven’t met your obligations,” he said flatly.

  Her eyes widened.

  “You haven’t screamed my name.”

  Chapter Two

  He made her put on the coat and Eva let him. She knew that Ryan was well aware that if it came to a show of strength, she could overpower him with one hand, but physical strength didn’t seem to count when he was standing over her as he did, his dark gaze pinning her down, making her feel weak and submissive.

  The coat came down to below her knees and covered her hands and forced Ryan to do up the buttons for her. He laughed as he fastened them. “You look very sweet,” he said.

  “I could scrag you before your next heartbeat,” she warned him.

  “I know,” he agreed, still smiling. “Doesn’t stop you from being a heartbreaker.”

  Her heart did a little, funny jump and her stomach fluttered. Ryan thought her a heartbreaker? She often fended off human males, interested in her blonde-and-blue-eyed classic looks, hungry to bed her. But Ryan’s casual comment had more impact upon her than all of those lust-driven men’s endearments and poetry, money and importuning. And he knew what she was too.

  He picked up the shotgun and tucked it under the coat. “You’ll have to take it. Your neighbors will object to me carrying it openly.”

  They took the stairs to the third floor and as they descended, she could feel her tension build. Ryan was going to fuck her again and this time make her scream.

  * * * * *

  Barely after they got into the apartment, he took her.

  She shut the door behind him and he pushed her up against the wall next to it, his body pinning her against it. The shotgun dropped to the floor and he reached to put it on the table next to the door, before slipping open all the buttons he had just closed on the roof above them. He tore the coat from her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

  Eva was hot and ready before the coat touched the floor, her breath shortening to quick pants. Ryan’s body came back to hold her against the wall again. His hands brought her arms up over her head. He held them against the wall with one hand, as his knee thrust between her legs. “Now I can do want I want with you,” he muttered and kissed her, his mouth hard and demanding.

  His free hand roamed over her body, exploring and teasing and she could feel every nerve ending twitch in response as his hand passed over it. He lingered over her breasts, toying with each mound, squeezing gently, tweaking the nipples, pulling them, making her moan into his mouth. Her pussy leaked moisture onto his thigh, which was rammed against her mons, making her clit ache with pleasure.

  Finally, Ryan lifted his mouth from hers and looked around the apartment. “You have a bed?” he asked, astonished.

  “It’s to make me look human to the occasional human who comes here.”

  “Of course,” he said. “Well, it’ll come in handy, now.” He picked her up and carried her to the Victorian brass bed and laid her across it. “Don’t move,” he instructed and pulled his ruined shirt over his head.

  He was lean beneath the shirt but with unexpected muscles. If he had been leading the tough life Eva suspected he had, then the muscles would be needed and the lack of fat would be part of the life. Finding food would be a constant scavenger’s hunt when living from hand to mouth. His flesh was satiny smooth and she longed to touch it. But he had said not to move and she obeyed.

  “When I mentioned toys, you blushed and did not deny it,” he told her. “Where are they?”

  She could feel her cheeks heating again and pointed to the drawer next to the bed. He opened it and smiled. “Perfect,” he breathed, nudging the contents around with his forefinger. He left the drawer open, picked up his shirt and ripped it into strips.

  Eva caught her breath as she realized what Ryan intended to do to her. Her pussy quivered and her nipples hardened to marbled nubs.

  He grabbed her wrist and tied it to the top of the bedhead, the tie extending from the frame a good eight inches before wrapping around her delicate-looking wrist. “I could tear the binding with a flex of my wrist,” she whispered.

  “But you won’t. Not if you know what is good for you,” he warned her, his voice low. He tied the other to the foot of the bed, extending the tie the same length.

  She shivered with delight, feeling weakly feminine and loving it.

  Her ankles were tied so that her knees were spread and her cleft exposed to Ryan’s gaze. She could feel her excess cream dripping from her cunt, running over her ass, onto the bed.

  Ryan stood at the side of the bed looking down upon her spread-eagled nakedness, his gaze hungry and his cock straining at his jeans. “Beautiful,” he croaked. He stripped his jeans off quickly, revealing the rest of his body, which was as lean and muscular as his upper body.

  He climbed on the bed and straddled her, his cock in his hand. “I long to see your lips around me,” he said. “Take me, Eva.”

  She eagerly opened her mouth to take his cock into her. It was new to her but Ryan groaned as her lips bumped over the flaring edges of the head of his cock, so she concentrated her attention on the head, teasing with her teeth and tongue and lips. She found that teasing the seam on the underside of his cock elicited an even deeper groan from him. She tried to take even more of him into her mouth. She grew aware of Ryan’s voice, coaching her, encouraging her, coaxing in hoarse, hard words as his excitement built.

  Her own arousal was flaring along with him. She wriggled, trying to relieve it, feeling her cunt crawling with longing.

  “I’m coming, Eva,” Ryan husked. His hand was tangled in her hair and she felt his fist clench. “I’m coming.”

  She moaned. Yes. She could feel his cock swelling, turgid with the blast of cum. Then it was gone. He withdrew, shifting his hips, so that his seed showered her breasts with white, hot strands, his cock straining with the power of his climax.

  Eva licked her lips, watching him, her pussy twitching. Ryan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, recovering, then leaned down and kissed her lips gently. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I suddenly needed to see my cum on your flesh. It was overwhelming. I can’t explain it.” He picked up the remains of his shirt and gently wiped the liquid from her chest, making sure he collected it all.

  “Next time, I want you to come in my mouth, okay?” she said.

  “Okay,” he agreed. Then he grew still and she caught her breath. They looked at each other, both of them realizing at once what they had just agreed
to—a next time.

  Ryan turned away and climbed off the bed. He strode to the open drawer next to it and took his time looking through the contents. There were not that many toys to choose from, so Eva knew he was using it as a way of changing subjects. She let him. Instead she imagined what he might choose to use from the drawer, her body flushing as her imagination filled out a number of scenarios and ideas.

  Ryan reached in and pulled out a tube of lubricant and her favorite vibrator, a thick, long silver monster that purred deeply. Her heart fluttered as he prowled back to where she was tied down. His cock was already fully erect again. He put the lube and vibrator down. “You want to break those ties, now? I need you on your hands and knees.”

  She snapped them with a flick of her wrists and ankles. Ryan picked her up and flipped her over, so that she was on her hands and knees, with her knees close to the edge of the mattress. He spread her knees wide, displaying her to his gaze.

  Eva expected he would apply the lube but he bent and sucked her vulva into his mouth, instead. The shock of it made her arch her back and throw her head back. His tongue thrust between the lips of her labia and found her clitoris, as his teeth nibbled on her nether lips. His tongue began to dance around her clitoris, circled, flicking, darting, nudging, lapping. Stroking. Pushing. Demanding.

  Finally, his teeth closed around it and pulled.

  She bucked, her climax snapping through her unexpectedly, making her cry out and her pussy gush even more copious fluids from her body. She could barely stay on her knees for her trembling.

  Ryan’s mouth released her and his hand gathered her juices, spreading them through her cleft, up to her ass. His finger rimmed her anus and probed within, sending silvery shivers of delight through her. “Tiny and tight,” he said. “Virgin there too, hmm?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  Cool gel touched her ass. He spread it and worked it inside her with his finger and her trembling grew. He gently worked another finger inside and she gasped at the widening sensation.