Dark Conquest - Rosa (Vampire romance) (Erotic romance) Read Free

slept with a man?”
    H e smirks at me again and I feel his hand running up the side of my body.  Fuck, I’m hot, hot and needy, how did that happen? 
    He smiles as he cups one of my breasts with his hand and squeezes gently.  This is so good and I close my eyes moaning slightly as he circles my growing nipple with his fingers.
    “You are a virgin?”
    I dip my eyes from his face feeling my cheeks turn scarlet again.  Why do I feel so hung up and ashamed about this?
    “Would you like me to put that right for you, take you in my arms and rescue you from this unnatural state?”
    Unnatural state!  What was it with this guy?  What was more natural than a girl wanting to remain chaste? 
    “ Just because I don’t give it out to every man I chance to meet doesn’t make me some kind of freak,” I yell at him.
    He smirks again and puts his hands on his hips over the belt of his low slung denims.
    “I don’t think you’re a freak, Rosa.  But I do think it’s about time you felt a man’s hands on your body, felt the pleasure as his penis thrusts inside you.”
    He pulls me close.  “Do you want that too, Rosa?”
    Oh yes, do I.  Given half a chance and a different set of morals I’d be right in there.  If I wasn’t so set in my ways I’d let him fuck me right here and now.  I want to ram my body against his and to hell with chastity.  It was only loyalty to my friend and those irritating old habits that stopped me.  But he wasn’t going to give up that easily.
    “Can I kiss you, Rosa?”  He asks dismissing my reasons as if they were nothing.  “If I kiss you then you will understand your need and you will want to be mine,” he promises.
    Shit! He’s so sure – his confidence burns through my body like blazing fire and does something strange down there, between my legs. 
    He takes hold of my shoulders and pulls me closer to him.  His hands are running – no dragging through my long black hair as he pulls back my head and I gasp.  I get the distinct feeling that he’s weaving some strange magic – magic that will make his pliable slave.  But do I care - at that moment, if I’m honest – not at all.
    “ Will you allow me to take you, Rosa, to make you mine?”  He speaks the words low and stares into my face.  I can’t move my eyes away from his.  What’s he doing, what power is he exerting over me?  I’m drowning in those inky, black pools.  Diving into those dark beguiling eyes – eyes I could lose myself in forever – if I’m lucky.
    “I might,” I mumble desperate to find reality again.
    He ’s not joking, his tone, his whole demeanour tells me he means it.  And the excitement, the wild, fizzing need growing throughout my body and my damp knickers are testament to my true feelings about his offer despite the wide eyed coyness I’m trying hard to exhibit.  But he’s not fooled.
    “ You want to; I can see it behind the façade you put up.”   He smiles again contritely as if apologising for seeing right through me.  Then pulling me into his arms he whispers. “I can smell your arousal, the heady aroma from between your thighs is in the very air we’re breathing,” he intones with a look of pure lust.
    Now I’m mortified.  Is he right, does the wetness from my pussy really smell as strong as he says?
    “I could take you here, up against this tree,” he of fers moving closer and holding me in his arms.  “I could remove your underwear,” he whispers.  “Then open your tender nether lips, and use my fingers, these fingers,” he smiles wiggling them in front of my face.  “To gently tickle at your clitoris until it swells large enough to nip with my teeth,” he tempted.  “Then I’d lie you on the grass and push my fingers deep inside you and tease against you slowly with my tongue until you scream out for more.”
    I had no doubts that Anton was capable of all that and much, much more.  And I was so ready for him.  My pussy was throbbing and as wet