His raspy breath mingled with Bev’s, but the sound was barely audible over the constant clapping of thunder.
The storms of late were unexpected and bizarre, but Cane didn’t give a damn about them. All that matter to him was that he’d made it this far without sinking his teeth into Bev’s neck and that told him he could survive the ultimate pleasure with her and not kill her. Because what she did to his body was infinitely better than sucking her blood. He could get that fulfillment later. Elsewhere. In a humane, safe manner.
Right now, all he wanted was to make love to the bewitching woman who opened her legs wide for him. He toed off his boots, pushed away the remainder of his clothes and then stepped into the inviting V her spread thighs created. His hands clasped her hips again and he pulled her forward, to the edge of the table.
She gasped, whether from his forcefulness or the anticipation of what was to come next, he didn’t know.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he told her again.
“You won’t.” And she sounded so sure of that, he relaxed a little.
Truly, it was a wonder he didn’t plunder and pillage, the way she stared up at him with such need and uninhibited lust.
His hands shifted, moving up to cup her full, round breasts. His thumbs skimmed the hard beads at the center of them until she was panting softly, her chest rising and falling quickly.
“The way you touch me,” she said on a whisper of breath. “It’s like you’re already familiar with my body, in tune with it. As though you know exactly when and where and how to caress me, make me respond.”
“Just warming you up,” he said with a tight grin.
“I’m on fire.”
Cane grunted. “Then we’ll need a fire extinguisher when I’m done.”
“Under the kitchen sink.” Her green eyes shimmered as she issued the challenge.
He squeezed her breasts, making her squirm. And then his hands dropped to her thighs and he spread them even wider to accommodate him as he moved in closer. Shifting to the backs of her legs, he hooked his forearms at the undersides of her knees, rocking her hips back, opening her to him. Her palms flattened against the wood beneath her as she braced herself.
Her ragged breaths echoed in his ears. The storm outside seemed to rage inside her pale eyes. There was electricity and tumult and the promise of something provocative looming on the horizon. All of which intrigued him. Turned him on all the more. His hard cock pulsed and throbbed with the need to plunge deep and be held captive by her inner walls as they clutched at him.
“Feels like I’ve waited my whole life for this moment,” she said, her tone low and sultry. Full of wonder and excitement.
“I understand the feeling.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think you do. You couldn’t possibly. I’ve waited so long. So much longer than…” Her voice trailed off, her eyes misting with an emotion he couldn’t decipher. Pain? Loneliness? What was it?
“Never mind,” she added in a soft voice. “It doesn’t matter. This is all that matters. Right here. Right now.”
He agreed. Whatever came before this moment, before Bev, mattered not. Two hundred years of waiting to feel this lost in the depths of a woman’s eyes, desperate to be lost in the depths of her body and soul, washed away like sand in the tide. He’d endured the torture and had finally arrived at this moment. This perfect, passionate moment, filled with anticipation and titillation and fascination. Everything in his existence that led up to this moment was moot. All that mattered to him now was Bev. Pleasing her, loving her. Giving her everything her heart desired. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, he knew that deep down in his barely recovered soul.
And all he’d ask for in return was acceptance.
Whether he would receive it remained to be seen. And it was entirely possible that when she eventually discovered his true nature, there would not be acceptance.
Though that notion made his insides coil tight with dread, he considered it a bridge he’d cross when the moment arrived. Not a moment before. Certainly not tonight. He wouldn’t do anything to alter the course they were on. Wouldn’t do anything to derail this runaway train.
When she shifted on the table and leaned forward, reaching a hand out to him, he started. He’d gotten lost again.
Her fingers skimmed over his abdomen and down further. When they grazed the base of his erection, Cane pulled in a sharp breath.
“Stop thinking,” she said. Her eyes blazed with lust and need. “And start fucking me.”
Chapter Five
She honestly couldn’t stand another second of him just devouring her with his eyes and not his body. His hands. His lips. His mouth. She wanted him to touch every inch of her. Wanted to feel him deep inside her body. Wanted to experience the kind of reckless abandon that was a result of this sort of heated passion.
This unexplainable connection that was something she’d dreamt about her entire existence, but which she’d never before experienced. She couldn’t fathom how it’d come about now, but was too entranced to question its origin. Or how long she would be allowed to keep it within her grasp before reality burst her blissful bubble.
At the moment, the all-consuming sensations holding Bev in such a gloriously erotic state inspired the intense need to let go of everything that had ever held her back when it came to giving herself completely to someone.