".a solid romance story with heat and passion. If vampires had their own romantic fairy tales then Private Dancer would be among them."
~ Whipped Cream Reviews
"Wonderfully written with Steamy erotic sex scenes."
~ Coffee Time Romance, 4 Cups
"Looking for a totally different and fresh approach to a vampire tale? If so, then you need to buy this book!"
~ 4 Hearts from Love Romances
"...dark and moody book that plays on your emotions...is one excellent book."
~ Joyfully Reviewed
"...passionately written story sure to entice and satisfy readers with its seductive love scenes."
~ FAR, 4 Angels
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"Do you want me to touch you?"
She heard a soft click, and the music began, just as it had on her headset. As she spun, the room blurred and she felt her body being pulled into a tunnel, a portal of some sort. She found herself back where she'd been earlier, lying on a black cloak with Ryder above her, his tongue flickering against the nub of her clit. Slick fingers slipped in and out between her thighs in time with the music.
His words rang out, just as she'd heard before. "When I slip inside you, there's no going back."
Why did those words leave shivers down her spine?
"What did you say?" she whispered, not wanting the mood to change.
The whispers interrupted. She started to loathe their very presence. It was like they were trying to lead her astray, as if she didn't deserve to feel such immense pleasure from a man. Blood Red. Cursed Love. Haunting words like bugs crawling on her skin. Fallon fought to shoo them away and concentrate on the delicious moves of his fingers. Her whole body was alive and reacting to his rhythm.
"Please, let me feel you inside me," she begged, just as before. His fingers felt good but she'd longed to feel flesh between her thighs. It had been much too long and there was no turning back now.
His lips scoured the side of her neck and his cock pressed hard against her thigh. It was what she was waiting for. She spread her legs as wide as she could and raised her hips, anything to move things along. Her hand slid down and wrapped around his hard, pulsating cock. Its texture against her palm was delicious. His husky moans said enough to her. It was what he wanted as well. There's no going back.
Were the words coming from him or the whispers? Her legs shook, she wanted him so much. Swiftly, she helped guide him into her. The sudden plunge took her breath away. His lips were nuzzling her neck, and she tensed when she felt a severe pinch. But the next second he moved inside her, and all thoughts but one flew from her mind.
He moved in and out of her, faster and faster. She opened her eyes, and the room turned red, deep scarlet red, spinning around like a pinwheel. Her gasps grew louder as he plummeted further, pounding into her walls with a fervid pace.
She raised her hips, and together their orchestrated moves found a shared duet, locking into one another's inner rhythm, knowing where the finished score would end. He suckled at her neck and the blood swirled inside her head. Nothing else existed in the moment except their bodies, rabid with heat, savagely racing toward an orgasm to send them out of this world.
"Faster," she moaned, her hands pulling him tighter to her.
Her legs were spread and raised, opening her whole body to him in an offering. Ryder's lips moved down and found her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. Her body reacted in jolts, having forgotten how good it felt. She couldn't believe the sensations had returned to her nipples when he was near. A plethora of feelings resonated in her body like she'd never felt before, blazing a scorching path that seemed relentless.
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