Camilla Ivanov never imagined that being kidnapped by a group of vampires would lead to the most erotic encounter of her life. Vladislas is a vampire master, bored with existence until Camilla’s blood awakens his deepest hungers. Locked together in a basement, who will be declared the true captive?
Pale green eyes watched her with undisguised interest. Her cellmate’s concentrated attention hit her straight in the gut.
She took a deep breath, fighting the instinct to panic. Maybe she could keep the beast calm by reasoning with him. “I’m Camilla,” she said in a soft tone, as though trying to calm a wild animal.
His gaze shook her, so intense and focused, almost as if he were touching her. “Mortal.” His voice was raspy, pulling at her like a sexual lure.
She shivered at the power that radiated from that single word. Her nipples pebbled, and her heart beat faster as liquid heat pooled between her legs. She resisted the urge to step closer but longed for a few minutes alone with her vibrator to soothe the ache he’d unexpectedly caused.
Freakin’ vampire glamour. Nothing could be worse in this situation.
“Yes,” she replied, mentally cursing the breathy quality of her voice. “Your name?”
After an intense moment, he glanced up at the ceiling and yawned, giving her the first real look at his fangs. His canines were unmistakably the longest she’d ever seen. They made the pearly whites braided in her hair look like baby teeth. “Vladislas.”
He tossed off the sheet without reservation, revealing his completely nude body. Rising from the bed in one smooth motion, he glanced around the sparse room before returning his gaze to her.
She pressed her lips together. His body was magnificent. The muscles of his chest and legs would put most athletes to shame. Her gaze traveled lower to where a woman’s greatest fantasy hung between his thighs.
Her knees felt weak. Even at rest, his cock begged to be inside a woman’s mouth.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his body, her mind overwhelmed by his physical presence. A fog pressed against her sense of self-preservation, making it difficult to remember why she didn’t want him to come closer.
“My hunger is not the same as yours, but I will gladly oblige, Camilla.”
She shivered, watching his cock grow hard. Licking her lips, she could think of nothing else but kneeling before him and taking his cock into her mouth…tasting his essence.
“Look at me, Camilla,” he commanded as he approached her.
She lifted her gaze. His penetrating, green eyes were aglow with anticipation. She blinked, surprised to find him right in front of her and uncertain how she’d allowed him so close. Instinct told her that she needed to move away, but her body didn’t respond. She was surprised to realize that his close proximity didn’t give her an ounce of fear.
She tried to speak. “I…”
“Do you wish me restrained?” He held up his hands to show her the handcuffs on his wrists.
Her head felt fuzzy. When had those been put on him? Why hadn’t she noticed them before?
None of that mattered. The handcuffs made her salivate. “If you want,” she answered.
“No. They are an irritation.” He broke the metal apart, and the handcuffs dropped to the floor and disappeared the moment they touched the cement.
Before she could remark, he raised his hand and brushed his fingertips over the nipple exposed by her torn shirt. His touch sent tiny sparks dancing over her skin.
“Does this please you?”
She moaned and leaned closer. “Yes.”
“You’re wet with need.”