In a flash, still holding her in his arms and with her legs wrapped around his waist, he leaped to his feet. Olivia clung to him as he walked her to the wall and pinned her there. A smile played at her lips as she dropped her legs from his waist and stood. She licked his lower lip as her hands pressed against his chest and pushed him away.
Before he could protest, she unhooked the ammo belt and let it drop to the floor as she peeled the skintight catsuit from her torso and bared herself to the waist. He grinned and moved forward to take her in his arms, but she leaned back against the wall and kicked up her booted foot, placing it on his chest, keeping him at bay. The spiked heel dug into his chest and probably should have hurt. It only made him want her more.
“How about a little help?” Olivia whispered wickedly with a nod toward her tall boot.
Doug’s lips lifted as he held her gaze. He complied with her request and slowly unzipped the knee-high leather boot. He tossed it aside and ran his hands along her calf and down to her perfectly manicured toes. Olivia put both her hands above her head as she switched feet and pressed the heel of her other boot into his chest. Doug made quick work of removing it and tossing it onto the couch with the other.
“You’re not quite finished,” she rasped as she clasped her hands above her head.
Olivia arched her back, making her pert breasts jut temptingly toward him. Doug’s gaze wandered over her. He had never seen anyone more beautiful or seductive, and although he dreamed of her forever, he hadn’t really seen her until now. While she seemed like a seductive temptress, she was actually baring herself and putting herself in a position of vulnerability.
Eyes on hers, Doug shucked his coat and tossed it absently to the side as he inched closer bit by bit, until his leather-clad thighs brushed hers. He hooked his thumbs into the catsuit around her waist and pulled.
As he dragged it over the curve of her hips, he trailed kisses between her breasts and lapped at one nipple and then the other. Olivia’s body quivered as his tongue ran down the center of her belly, and his fingers rasped over the lush skin on her ass as he bared her to him. He breathed in her musky scent and kissed the silky smooth skin along the inside of her thigh as he stripped her bare.
Doug dropped the garment to the floor as he rose to his feet and brushed his fingers along the sides of her legs, over her hip, and finally wrapped both hands around her narrow waist. Olivia’s eyes, glazed with lust, stared at him with desire as his hand found its way to the nest of curls, and his fingers slid inside. She gasped and clutched his shoulders as he massaged her clit with his thumb and explored. Her eyes widened as the orgasm built inside, and his dick throbbed with every sweet sigh and sound of pleasure she made.
Fangs burst in his mouth, and a growl rumbled in his chest. Instead of being horrified, it urged him on. He massaged her bare breast in one hand as he worked the tiny bundle of nerves with the other.
“Yes.” She whispered his name, and her hands dropped to the fly of his pants, impatiently releasing him. “I want to touch you.”
When her long fingers wrapped around the length of him, he slammed one fist against the wall, struggling to stop from coming. She ran her hand up and down the length of him, matching his tempo as she ran her thumb over the head and back down again.
Just when Doug thought he was reaching the brink, Olivia released him from her grasp and smiled. Hands on his shoulders, she pushed him toward the sofa and urged him to sit. Fangs bared, she ran the tip of her tongue along her lips and straddled him.
Clinging to him, she held herself above the tip of his cock, lingering there for one exquisite minute before finally impaling herself on his shaft. Pleasure slammed into him as she sheathed him with her tight body. Doug cried out, gripped her hips, and suckled her breast as she rode him, fucking him fast and hard.
She tensed around him, milking him, as the orgasm crested, and her fangs emerged just before she sank them into his shoulder. Doug touched her thoughts with his. Olivia. Carnal pleasure scorched his body in a flash of lightning as he joined her in mind and body—tumbling, free-falling over the edge and into oblivion.
As he drove into her with one last thrust and the exquisite orgasm rocked him to the core, he could think of nothing but tasting her. Through the brilliant, blinding haze of pleasure, only one thought raced through his mind.
Blood.
On a curse, with her nude body curled around him, Doug bared his fangs and drove them into the tender flesh of her breast. Her warm, rich blood coated his throat, and lights burst behind his eyes. It felt as though his heart came roaring to life and beat in his chest once again. He didn’t know how or why—he once again had a beating heart. As her sweet, cinnamon flavor bathed his tongue, all reason dissolved, and the world he knew exploded.
Chapter 13
Breathless and frightened, Olivia ran through the woods with her hand securely linked in Douglas’s. They snuck away from the village and made love for the first time under cover of the moonlit forest, but someone had found them. In a panic, the two straightened their clothes and began to make their way back to the village quietly, but the distinct sound of footsteps behind them hurried them along.
“Someone is following us,” Douglas whispered. He pulled her closer in the shelter of his tall, strong body, which only moments ago had been pressed deliciously on top of hers. He leaned against a large oak tree and looked around frantically. “I can feel their eyes on us.”
Suddenly, an unfamiliar male voice wafted through the air. “You can run, but you can’t hide.”
Olivia snuggled closer to her lover and gripped his overcoat in her shaking hands. “We must go.” Fear crawled up her back as the forest seemed to come alive. “I’m frightened.”
“Come.” He gave her a reassuring smile as he pulled her along. “I can see light from the lanterns outside the meeting house. We’re almost there.”
The bitter wind blew harder, stinging her face and eyes as she ran blindly. It was punishment. She knew it. Punishment for being a sinner and fornicating with Douglas before their marriage, and if her parents found out, they would be horribly ashamed. She knew the risk, they both did, and yet the fear of being caught didn’t stop them. All that mattered was being together.
One big gust of wind came, blowing her bonnet off, allowing her unruly red hair to fly around her as the crisp fall wind blew harder. Olivia held her heavy skirts in one hand while she struggled to traverse the rocky, stick-strewn path back to town. Her boots, the ones with the tiny heel, the ones she begged her mother for, were not helping her cause.
She wiped the tears from her eyes just as something swooped down from the trees and blocked their path. The Shadow Man loomed over them like the angel of death, and though most of his face was hidden, she saw his fanged grin. Olivia opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out as Douglas protectively pulled her behind him.
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she wondered if this was the devil coming to claim them and make them pay for their sins. The Shadow Man was dressed impeccably and reminded Olivia of English royalty she had heard about from her father. Though it was clear his intent was anything but regal.
“And what were you two doing out here, all alone?” The man’s voice was deep and so quiet that Olivia wasn’t quite sure if he’d said it out loud, or if she’d imagined it. His dark eyes flicked to Olivia. “A beauty like you should not be out in the woods at night.” His voice dropped lower still. “You never know what might happen.”