My Vampire and I Vol 3: Blood Resurrection Read Free Page A

the storm raged around us, and I feared Marcus might be wrong in his prediction that it would be over by morning. We lay together in the big bed, my head resting on his chest, his arm around me, bringing me comfort—and something more. My hand strayed over the cool smooth skin of his torso. The flesh beneath my fingers was hard and enticing. Surely, he would want me to satisfy him in one way or another, I thought, letting my fingers inch lower. To my surprise, he grasped my hand in his and raised it to his lips.
    “Sleep, Bernard,” he whispered. “You have had enough of servicing men’s desires.”
“But, Sire…I mean Marcus…it would bring me joy to pleasure you.”
“And it would bring me joy to pleasure you, Bernard.” He turned to me, holding me gently in his arms. “Something I feel you have never experienced.”
     
“No, I have not. The men, who have lain with me, did so only for their own release. My needs meant nothing to them. I doubt if they ever gave it a fleeting thought.” He kissed my Blood Resurrection
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    brow and my eyes, and I moved closer into his embrace. “I would be honoured if you would let me love you,” I said. “If only for this time we have together.” His arms tightened about me, and his lips found mine. His kiss was sweeter than I had ever imagined another man’s lips on mine could be. In my enthusiasm to savour it even more, I pressed my mouth to his with all the ardour I could muster. He pulled back slightly, and put his finger on my lips.
    “Gently, Bernard. At first, be gentle. Like this…” His lips brushed mine, back and forth with the gentlest of touches. Then he caught my lower lip between his and, parting them just slightly, inserted the tip of his tongue into my mouth. The effect was a sensation I had never experienced. My body tingled as every nerve ending came alive. I moaned into his mouth, and his tongue slid all the way in, caressing mine and bringing me almost to the brink of ejaculation. My body shuddered in his arms, and I clung to him as though he were my lifeline to the ecstasy I felt coursing through me.
Our kiss deepened, my own tongue now finding its way into the moist heat of his mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation. Never had I known such ecstasy. It was as if he were cleansing my soul, freeing me from all the memories of the vileness perpetrated upon me over the years. In his arms, I felt nothing but elation and joy, and I sobbed aloud as my emotions overwhelmed me.
    “Bernard, Bernard,” he murmured, holding me close to his thrilling body. I knew he understood why I cried. He had known of my grief and anguish from the moment he had gazed into my eyes. He had read my thoughts, seen the horrors I had been subjected to, and now his compassion reached out and enveloped me like a lover’s embrace. In my mind, I asked him to take me, to make me like him—to bring me release from fear, to make me as strong as him.
“I know you must have my blood to live,” I said, my lips still close to his. “I would give it to you willingly.”
    Illuminated only by the flickering candles, his eyes were as green pools of light, incandescent and unearthly. “Look away,” he whispered, and I turned my head, exposing my neck to him. His bite was sharp, and I moaned, but only for a moment, for then a feeling of utter contentment suffused both my body and my mind. My hands caressed his head, my fingers tangling in his curly locks, holding him pressed to my throat while he sucked from Blood Resurrection
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    me. The glow I felt became a need, and the need, a burning in my loins. His lips soothed my throat where he had bitten me then took mine in a kiss that brought me to the edge and almost into the paroxysm of my orgasm. I clung to him as his lips found every part of my body, before coming to rest at the head of my engorged cock. His tongue gently teased the slit then laved the head before he took it all into his mouth. My body