Sexy as Hell: A More Than Men Novella

9:12 A.M.

"Tell me you want me."

Camille's long blonde hair spilled across Seth's chest. Her thighs straddled him, the muscles clamped tightly to his hips. Every move of her body sent a shockwave through him as she ground her hips against the full length of his erection. He yearned to reach out and touch her, but she'd pinned his arms over his head. She had a disturbing amount of strength for such a lithe figure.

The only thing between them was the thin slip of her red lace panties. If his hands were free, he'd rip them off and dive into her warmth before she could say a word about it. But his wrists still held fast in her hands. All he could do was grit his teeth and pray she wouldn't tease him for much longer. But he wouldn't beg. He refused to, despite the fact that he'd waited months for this moment. Hell, he'd waited a millennium at least for a woman like Camille, although time had gotten a little fluid to him.

"Tell me you want me," she said again, leaning down and whispering the words into his ear. Her hot breath stung the sensitive flesh of his neck and sent a spike of hot need down his spine.

"You know I do," he growled between gritted teeth. He leaned his head up off the pillow to bite at her earlobe, but she pulled away. "Let go of my hands and I'll show you just how much."

She gazed down at him and laughed. Her laughter was unusually deep, with a sinister edge to it. He'd never heard her make a sound like that. His sweet, southern neighbor was a ray of golden sunshine in his dark, disturbing world. He dismissed the thought as Camille let go of his hands and dragged her razor-sharp fingernails across his bare chest.

Seth hissed, red welts rising over his skin, but he didn't care. They would heal almost immediately, anyway. Instead he focused on the newfound freedom of his hands. They went immediately to Camille's waist, tearing her panties from her with a satisfying rip and casting them to the floor.

"Yes," she smiled, raising up enough to let him maneuver their bodies and sink deep inside of her.

The sensation of her wet heat enveloping him was almost more than he could take. Every nerve in his body screamed out for instantaneous release, but he wasn't about to let this end anytime soon. "Damn, you feel good."

"I know." She tightened her muscles around him, sending a shockwave through his body. Arching back, she started moving over him, slowly at first, then gradually increasing in speed. "Yes, yes," she repeated to the rhythm of her hips.

Seth reached forward and took one breast in each hand. The nipples peaked against his rough palms, the firm flesh giving way to the pressure of his fingertips. The harder he squeezed them, the louder she moaned and the more ferociously she rocked her hips against him.

It felt amazing, but this would all be over in seconds if he didn't slow Camille down. "Hey." he said, "take it easy. We've got all night."

"Just let go, baby," she purred, ignoring his protests.

Before he could argue, he felt her body almost shift deep inside. Her inner muscles uncoiled, clamping down and wrapping around his shaft. An overwhelming sensation he'd never experienced before exploded in his groin, but it was tempered by a touch of anxiety as he realized he couldn't withdraw any longer.

"Seriously," he tried to push her off of him, but she held fast. Now the anxiety escalated to fear. Something was wrong. He could feel her drawing the energy out of him even faster than she was coaxing his climax.

Seth was growing dangerously weaker by the minute.

"Stop," he protested, but she mocked him, a smile lighting up her eyes as they started to glow blood red in the dim room. Instead, her hips moved even more furiously, coaxing the life to pour out of him faster.