My Sweet Vampire
Arabella Holmes
Paranormal Romance Erotica
Publisher: Little Willow
Out 29th November 2020
ASIN: B08N66SBMK
Number of pages:478
Word Count: 170,000
Cover Artist: E L Savage
Our suite is on
the second floor of the hotel. As soon as we get inside, Nick switches on the
lights, and I feel a flutter of apprehension. My legs are weak and it’s a
struggle to put one foot in front of the other. I can’t believe I’m about to do
something I’ve dreamed of constantly since the first day we met. And yet, a
part of me is petrified I’ll end up disappointing him. It’s been so long, and
I’m so out of practice. What if this is all a big mistake?
Folding my arms
across my chest, I step into the bedroom area of our suite. It’s breathtaking,
with a king-size bed, leather-panelled walls, a plasma-screen TV and a balcony
with a panoramic view of the River Thames. By the window is a large cocktail
cabinet, a gas fire and an ornately carved walk-in wardrobe. To my right, a
glass partition slides back to reveal a spectacular bathroom with marbled
walls, a huge stone bath and a gold-plated shower.
Suddenly, I
start to panic; things are moving too fast.
“I’m sorry. I
don’t think I can do this.” I turn to go, but before I reach the door, Nick’s
in front of me, barring my exit.
“Please don’t
go,” he begs, slipping his finger under my chin so he can see my eyes.
“Nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it to. We can just sit here and
talk, or watch a movie. I don’t want this night to be over. Please, stay. Is
that too much to ask?” I stare up at him and for the first time, I see a
desperation that almost matches my own. “Nothing’s going to happen,” he
repeats. “Scout’s honour, I promise to be on my best behaviour. I just want to
spend some time with you, Carly.”
My head is
screaming for me to get out of there, but his eyes hold me entranced and my
body is refusing to take instruction.
At last, I let
out a sigh. “All right, I’ll stay.”
Bowing my head,
I allow him to lead me over to the bed, and for what seems like forever, the
two of us sit side by side, looking away from each other, the air thick with
unspoken tension. My arms are still folded across my chest, putting up an
invisible barrier between us. The screeching silence pulsates through the room
like an electric current.
I start getting
heart palpitations; Nick’s giving me long, lingering looks that make my body
tingle. He’s probing me deep, reading my face like my features are
hieroglyphics.
Suddenly, he
leans forward and whispers, “You’re so beautiful. Can I touch you?”
I catch my
breath then nod slowly.
Cautiously, he
reaches out and tenderly caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. Then he
gently strokes my hair and the dip and hollow of my ears, his fingers warm and
slightly shaky. With a shock, I realise he’s just as scared as I am, and this
knowledge makes me feel a little less insecure.
Slowly, his hand
travels down the side of my face, then down to my neck, and lightly caresses
the sculpted base of my throat. As he works his way back up, tracing the
outline of my veins, I marvel at the silky softness of his fingers.
“Shall I take
off your jacket?” he breathes.
I swallow hard.
“Y-yes.”
With deliberate
slowness, Nick eases off my coat and drops it to the floor. Then he takes off
his own and I find myself becoming aroused as he fixes me with an expression so
hungry, it’s like he’s got me paralysed. Desire spreads under my skin and burns
me all over as he sits back down next to me. His sweet cologne is making my
head spin.
“You’re
trembling,” he observes.
I drop my hands
into my lap. Damn. He wasn’t supposed to see that.
“Don’t be afraid
…” He reaches out again and delicately touches my lips, my nose, my eyelids. I
arch my back and moan softly as his strong hands slither down to my waist and
pull me closer to him.
“Can I kiss
you?”
I nod mutely.
Tentatively,
Nick presses his lips against my cheek and breathes in my scent. Lightly, he
kisses his way from the corner of my mouth to my neck and runs his hot tongue
in and out of my ear hole. The heat from his breath makes me crazy and I utter
a low groan of pleasure.
Goaded by my
desire, he gently but firmly tilts my face toward him. His lips brush the
periphery of my cupid’s bow, teasing me into a frenzy that shoots straight to
my crotch. With trembling hands, he cups my cheeks and takes my mouth in his,
pulling on my lower lip with his teeth. I whimper as he kisses me hard and
deep, his long, agile tongue plunging down my throat with reckless abandon,
igniting an inferno of longing inside me. The force of his need leaves me
breathless, his soft lips eating me out like he wants to consume every piece of
me. No one has ever kissed me this way before, and the depth of his passion
tips me to the brink of insanity.
For what seems
forever, our tongues glide together in a flurry of unrelenting lust. Finally we
pause for air, and the room is quiet except for the sound of our heavy
breathing. Nick stares down at me, his body shuddering in a way that indicates
he’s trying mighty hard not to act on a violent impulse.
Instinctively, I
raise my fingers to my lips; they feel all puckered and bruised.
“It’s been so
long,” he murmurs. “So very long …” His hand snakes around my back and starts
to lower the zipper of my dress. I moan as he brings his face level with mine
and whispers, “I promise I won’t go too crazy.”
About the Author:
Despite the sweet title, this looks smexy!