Page 36 of Haunt the Mall
This was nice. Sweet. At least until the gentle prod of his teeth.
I eased back from the kiss and placed a finger on his lips. “Nice boys don’t bite on the first date.”
“They probably don’t make you come like that either.” He kissed the pad of my thumb, then nipped it.
I shrieked with laughter and pushed off his lap. “Ah, cheeky.”
He grinned and playfully pinned me horizontal in my seat. There wasn’t any force behind it. He was all limbs, including the third ‘leg’ hard against my thigh. I was stuck in his web and all too happy about it.
After all, he was my tempting, teasing…
“...Spider-Man,” I murmured with obscene affection.
The projector highlighted his mussed hair, giving him a godlike aura. His eyes glimmered with quiet wonder.
I brushed his cheek and smiled.
My dark, delicious Spider-Man.
18
Still Hungry
The theater ceiling served as our starless sky. Prisms of light streaked across it, but I didn’t need a wish. I had everything right where I wanted it. Well, close enough.
Victor and I made out on the red pleather chairs, grinding out an agonizing, pleasant rhythm. Howls and banter on-screen drowned out the wet smack of our greedy lips. I rested one hand on the side of his neck. His pulse pounded under my fingertips.
Any second, I half-expected us to shred our clothes and become conduits of lust in one beastly form or another.
Our nails lightly bit each other’s skin, but they weren’t claws. Just exploring, groping, and clinging.
He massaged my ass, then slid his firm hands higher under my dress. His scalding kisses blessed my jaw and neck.
Was he going to bite me again? Kiss me senseless? Suck my tits?
I shivered with glee.
He played with the waistband of my tights, silently asking permission. I clung to him and lifted my hips. Yes, take them.
Maybe he would have me for dinner—right here on this makeshift bench.
I turned toward the screen to give him better access to my neck. The vampire in the movie was about to bite his bare-breasted visitor. The vampire paused and regarded the camera/main character almost like he was judging our hookup.
I grinned as Victor eased my tights lower. This was so much better than any adolescent grope session in someone’s basement.
Plus, my date knew what he was doing. He listened to my body. This man pulsed and purred every time I dragged my nails across his skin.
The vampire pulled the window shades, but not before his human neighbor spotted his extra-long fingers. I couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to have those inside of me. But Victor was doing damn nicely even before that step. Removing my tights would take forever, though.
I wiggled my hips and arched my back. “I love this movie.”
He paused, then lifted his head. “Really?”
“Yeah, it’s cute and funny, but legitimately—”
He kneeled and pushed his bangs back.
“Terrifying,” I finished quietly.