Page 18 of Vanessa’s Bravery

“Oh, baby,” he uttered. “I’m gonna love doing this.”

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For the second time in as many nights, Vanessa was in Cole’s arms, with him pleasuring her, and she felt a little twinge of guilt. She knew that Cole would feel aroused because—without his knowledge—she’d given him her blood to drink. Vampire blood was a strong aphrodisiac for any human, and for a man like Cole, who was clearly already attracted to her, the effect was even stronger. She should have never let it get this far.

She should have wiped his memory of the vampire and everything that he’d seen including that she’d saved his life, but she couldn’t do it. All she’d managed to do was to take some of the horror of the attack from his mind. And even that she hadn’t done for his benefit but for hers. So he wouldn’t grill her any longer on the details of what had happened and why she knew about vampires. All this because, again, she was going into heat, and she knew instinctively that Cole was the only man who could satisfy her inner satyr’s desires.

Damn, she was turning into a selfish woman, manipulating him by calming his fears. Fears that could have stopped his arousal from rising to a level where he really had no choice but to sleep with her. He didn’t have any free will at this point—he was driven by an overwhelming desire for sex.

“Cole, please, you don’t have to…”

A strong flicking motion of his tongue against her clit made her gasp.

He lifted his head. “You don’t like it?” There was a smirk on his face, confirming that he was aware of the effect he had on her.

“I love it, but I don’t deserve this. You’re not getting anything out of this.”

A chuckle rolled off his lips, and he winked at her. “Trust me when I tell you that I get a whole lot out of this.”

“You’re crazy.”

Without another word, Cole dipped his head to her pussy again and licked her. Unable to resist his tender ministrations, she relaxed back into the cushions, and allowed her body to simply react.

Cole didn’t act like other humans. Any other man would be fucking her right now, pounding his cock into her in the search for satisfaction. Yet Cole still restrained himself by pleasuring her instead. The more she got to know him, the more mysterious he became.

“Who are you?” she murmured to herself.

He mumbled something against her tender flesh without stopping what he was doing. With his fingers, he laid bare her center of pleasure, and with his tongue he beat her clit into submission. She felt like a woman in need, a woman who would do anything to get that need satisfied. Her body was heating from the inside, and she welcomed the sheen of perspiration covering her skin like a protective layer.

Soft moans and sighs bounced off the walls of Cole’s condo, but they didn’t all originate from her. Cole moaned softly too, and she could feel his body move against the sofa, as if he was rubbing his groin against the cushion for relief.

Vanessa shoved her hands into his hair, touching his scalp, caressing his nape, making him shudder.

“Please fuck me,” she begged. “Please, Cole. I want you inside me.”

Instead of rising to undress, Cole remained where he was, and penetrated her with his finger. She welcomed the invasion, and her muscles clamped around his digit, trying to imprison him there. But he withdrew his finger, only to thrust back into her with two.

She gasped in surprise, her muscles tensing. “Cole! So close.”

As if he knew exactly what she needed, he flicked his tongue over her clit in quick succession while increasing the pressure. In the same rhythm, he thrust his fingers into her over and over again. Everything inside her lit up like a wildfire, and she climaxed so hard she felt delirious. She barely realized that Cole had stopped his movements and finally scooted up to her. He drew her into his arms, pulling her up so she was draped over his naked chest. She could hear his heart thunder as if he was the one who’d climaxed, not she. With one arm he held her to him, with his other hand, he tipped her chin up to make her look at him.

“It’s wonderful to see you like this,” he said, his eyes dark as if a storm was raging in them.

She let her hand glide down to his pants and felt his erection through the fabric. “Let me do the same to you.”

Before she could squeeze him, he snatched her wrist and pulled her hand back up to place it on his chest. “Later. I just want to enjoy holding you in my arms for a little while.”

She propped her head up on his chest. “If you’re trying to be mysterious, you’re doing a good job.”

“You think I’m mysterious?”

“Yes. You said last night that you don’t have a girlfriend or a wife. Why is that?”

He pursed his lips. “Relationships are complicated. You never really know a person. It inevitably leads to disappointment.”

“That’s not true for all romantic relationships.” In fact, she knew dozens of happy couples in her extended Scanguards family.

“Let’s just say it’s hard for me to open up to women.”