The Vampire's Executioner

Chapter 21

Lizzie gazed up at the ceiling, tense. She was in her stifling pajamas – even though October was ending, she was hot and sweaty under the cool, silky covers. Clenching her jaw, she stripped the clothing and dropped them carelessly to the stone floor.

Letting out a relieved sigh, she said, "There, that's better." She had never felt silk sheets against her bare skin before.

She relaxed into the pillow and closed her eyes. How to get rid of this tension, if she couldn't run?

This was all Nikolai's fault. His presence threw off her game. She didn't know how to react to him. He was tall and commanding and sensual and arrogant and mysterious and brooding and... sexy.

An image of him popped into her thoughts and she took her hand and outlined her curves, her long fingers caressing her nipples, making them hard. She ran her hands lower until she reached the middle of her thighs. She wasn't surprised to find herself moist at the thought of the vampire prince. She didn't know it was possible to loathe someone and at the same time be turned on by him.

Her thoughts came freely now – she was alone, in the safety of her room. There was no way Nikolai would even know what she was doing, and, if anything, he was probably doing the same thing.

How could he look like that and not take advantage of it?

Her fingers started to flutter against her clitoris and her legs opened wider, welcoming the activity. She hadn't had sex in a while, but she always kept herself satisfied when the occasion called for it. Truth be told, she hadn't expected to do it here, now, but she needed it. God, she needed it.

Her other hand cupped her breast and started tugging at her nipple – the sensation only enhanced the pulsating and made her fingers even wetter. Her thoughts took off with Nikolai and how he might touch her. He would move with grace as he climbed on top of her, but his eyes would hold a power over her, never taking them off her nude form. He would eat her up – both literally and figuratively. He would want to taste her with his tongue and his teeth.

He would touch her, suck on her nipples as though they spewed the blood he was known for lusting after. His fingers would dance in her wet folds, making her twitch and shudder and beg. And she never begged.

Her fingers started moving faster and her breathing increased. Sound was muted; she could only hear the pounding of her heart as it beat throughout her head.

When he was finally ready to fill her, he took her without asking for it and in such a way that she couldn't fault him for it. He knew exactly what he was doing and didn't need any reassurance. He had hundreds of years of practice.

And she was thankful for it.

He stretched her until it hurt, but even that elicited pleasure from her body, and she clung to his back with her fingernails, so tight she didn't think it would be possible to let go of him. Surely, she left crescent moons in his taut, pale skin.

But he didn't seem to care and neither did she, as he sucked and nipped her skin – everywhere from her neck to her collarbone to the tops of her breasts. Enough to cause her to tremble, but not to leave a mark.

Each thrust was willful and firm, but as he kept up the pace, she noticed he couldn't keep put-together forever. Not if he felt even half of what she was feeling.

The buildup was quick, unexpected, and she knew she was close. So close.

A knock interrupted her fantasy of having sex with the vampire prince but she pressed on, needing this. God, she needed this.

Her fingers were flying, her back arched up.

"Elizabeth?"

It was him.