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The words confused her, but they faded soon enough when she felt his lips resume its movement, trailing down lazily until he was able to nuzzle the valley between her breasts. His hands also started moving, and the moment she felt him cup her breasts, she couldn't help lifting her head.
Etienne glanced up the moment he sensed her gaze on him, and his balls tightened in arousal when he saw her wide-eyed gaze. He watched her watch him as he started kneading her breasts, gently at first to have her get used to his touch, and when he heard her sigh, he gripped her breasts hard and was rewarded by the sound of her breath catching as she once again gasped his name.
"Etienne!"
She couldn't help staring as his long, elegant fingers moved up and circle the erect buds of her breasts. The sight was so surreal, the thought that it was her boss, Etienne Hirsche, the man she had been secretly in love with for years...that it was him, fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples—-
Her throat tightened at the sheer wonder of it, and when his gaze captured hers while his mouth hovered dangerously close to one tightened tip..oh God...his mouth closed over it, and a shudder of the most exquisite pleasure flamed through her veins. Knowing that he - her Etienne - was watching her, while his tongue circled her nipple, it was just too, too much, and she found herself crying his name out between whimpers and moans.
Etienne. God. Etienne.
It wasn't his first time to have a woman watch him make love to her, but somehow it was different with Spencer. There was something about the way her lips seemed to part unconsciously, something about the way she couldn't take her gaze off the way his lips and tongue were toying with her nipple...just fucking something about it that was too pure and beautiful...
His fangs were out in a flash, and in the next moment, he had her breast plumped up just before his fangs pierced the soft, firm flesh of her tit.
"Aaaaah!"
It was so completely unexpected that for several seconds she could only stare and shudder as he started drinking her blood from her breast while suckling on her nipple...and it felt so, so gooooooooood.
A sob rose out of her throat as he moved to her other breast, and this time he squeezed it hard and made the globe of flesh jiggle in his hand like a toy—-
"S-Stop that!"
But he only laughed. "Liar." And he proved this by squeezing her breast harder, and the rough gesture had a wanton cry spilling past her lips.
"Nooooo...."
Fangs flashed out.
And then he was suckling her nipple while once again drinking again her blood.
Oh God.
Her head fell back, and she unconsciously clutched his massively broad shoulders when she felt something inside of her constrict and tighten, like sensations shaping itself into a pulsing, throbbing ball...
"Come for me now, Spencer."
And that ball liquified and exploded into a gush of feminine juices, her helpless cry bouncing against the walls of her bedroom as her body responded to his command. She came, and came, and came, came until she was all emptied out, and when she finally managed to pry her eyes open...
Etienne was smiling down at her, and Spencer was immediately suspicious. "Are you—-ah!"
His fingers had started stroking the still-wet triangle between her legs.
"Did you think we were already done?"
Chapter Seven
"THE FIRST THING YOU must understand about my kind," Etienne murmured, "is that we are addicted to pleasure." One finger thrust inside of her as he spoke, and Spencer could only gasp and tremble, her mind once again starting to unravel at the thought that it was Etienne penetrating her with his finger.
"For every Caro, there is always one form of pleasure that will be more addictive over all the others, and for me..." Etienne's finger started to move. "It's all about this." And his finger went deep, so, so deep that she felt he had claimed even parts of her she never knew existed.
"Having sex..."
And his voice grew thick.
"Fucking..."
So, so thick with lust it had her whimpering.
