Thunder and Lightning

Their hips rocked in time with each other as her tongue pushed deep into his mouth, twisting and tangling with his. He needed to touch her, to pleasure her. His hands moved up to her breasts and he palmed them, squeezing roughly, toying with the tight nipples until she ripped her mouth from his and gulped for air.

“Christ,” she whispered in a low, husky voice. “This is like being plugged into an electrical outlet.”

He would’ve grinned, but the need to taste her overwhelmed him and his head dipped to her breast. Flicking his tongue over the taut bud, he made it even harder and then sucked it into his mouth, careful not to scrape her with his teeth. He was still on dangerous ground.

Her body melded to his. Her lips pressed to the top of his head before she drew in a full breath, as though inhaling his scent. He sucked harder and she bucked against him. As he continued to lick and suckle her nipple, one hand moved down to her ass. He cupped a cheek and again gave a not-so-gentle squeeze. And then he guided her into a quicker pace, forcing her hips to move with his.

Raspy, breathy moans fell from her parted lips. He wanted to kiss her again, but it was hard to do so and not lose himself completely. Instead, he leaned back until he was sprawled on the floor with her on top of him, riding him hard. He gripped her hips again as he thrust up into her. Their gazes locked and her green irises shimmered in the dim lighting from the chandelier above them and the lightning that continued to pierce the night sky and illuminate the inside of the house.

When she planted her hands on either side of his head and lifted off him slightly, Cane thought he’d go half out of his mind with his need to make her come again. He held her tightly as he pistoned into her, making her entire body quake.

“Oh yes,” she whispered roughly. “Just like that.”

Long strands of hair clung to her damp neck and she finally closed her eyes and seemed to give herself over to all of the sensations building with her again.

He had no idea how he was keeping his own orgasm at bay. The need for release was strong. Painful. Torturous. But he didn’t want to stop. Being inside her was too sensational. Too perfect. He wanted to fuck her all night long. Intended to do just that, actually.

One of his hand

s shifted to the front of her and he rubbed two fingers over her clit, quickly, steadily, making her whimper and gasp for air. The other hand moved to her ass, the pads of his fingers stroking along the cleft before targeting that forbidden spot.

“Cane!”

She exploded all around him. He felt her orgasm as though it was his own. Shattering, breathtaking. So powerful it made her entire body shake. His too.

“Oh god,” she cried.

Her inner walls were like a vise grip around his cock, so tight and wet and wonderful it was a miracle he didn’t come right then and there. His hands returned to her hips and he forced her down onto him, pushing up into her until he was fully sheathed inside her body. She cried out again, trembling and squeezing and gasping until he was just about certifiable from wanting more of this. More of her. All of her.

When her forehead hit his chest and her harsh breaths teased his flesh, he fought for sanity.

The rational side of his brain told him to give her body a brief respite. Let her catch her breath at the very least. He couldn’t. The irrational part of his clouded mind urged him to continue. To keep her aroused, keep her in desperate need of him.

Rolling onto his side and then further so that she was stretched out beneath him, he started that quick, unrelenting rhythm again, hammering into her, making all those erotic noises fall from her lips again.

He couldn’t stop himself. Couldn’t fight back the fervor of emotions and sensations that consumed him, drove him to push deeper, rock faster.

Desire was a powerful emotion, yet no match for the possessiveness that came with claiming a woman as his own. His feelings went beyond passion. He’d never experienced love in human or vampire form, but there was no mistaking it when it happened.

For Cane, it had most definitely happened.

He couldn’t say if the feeling was reciprocal, though it was difficult to deny the glow in her eye that hinted at a deep emotion. One that rivaled what he felt.

Perhaps that was why there were no inhibitions between them. No holding back. Her fingertips pressed into his bunched shoulder muscles, the nails biting. He didn’t care. She could claw at him all she wanted. Scratch the hell out of him. He’d barely notice, so lost was he. Drowning in the depths of her glimmering green eyes, disappearing in a passionate abyss.

“Bev,” he grunted. “So close.”

Her fingernails scraped their way down to his ass, sending shivers of excitement rocketing through him. Making him fuck her even harder. It still didn’t seem to be enough for her. She gripped his ass firmly and lifted her hips off the floor, taking all he had to offer.

“I told you what I wanted,” she said. “Give it to me.”

He wasn’t sure he could let go. Was terrified to do so. What if he lost his sanity completely and sank his teeth into her? What if he couldn’t stop himself? Could no longer keep the beast contained within him?

“Jesus.” He shook his head. His cock was ready to explode inside her. And goddamn was he in need of release! Like never before.

When her legs wrapped around his hips and her hands moved up to his shoulder blades, it seemed that every single inch of her was sealed to him. They were moving together as one. Even their short breaths were in time with each other.

And that’s when he truly understood how lost he was. He was no longer himself. He was a part of her. And vice versa.